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The doves were singing their evening song when the
gaudily painted wagon bounced past the fallen remains of
the gigantic statues and turned eastward down the road,
heading toward the town of Garnet. Matya and Trevarre
had traveled in silence most of the way from the ruined
village of Tambor. The knight, still recovering from his
wounds, had slept the better part of the day. Matya was
content to occupy herself with her thoughts.
"You gave up your dreams to help me, didn't you,
Matya?" Trevarre asked.
Matya turned her head to see that the knight was
awake, stroking his mousy brown moustache thoughtfully.
"And what reward do you have to show for it?"
"Why, I have this," Matya said, gesturing to the
jeweled clasp she had pinned to her collar. "Besides, I can
always find new dreams. And I am certainly not ready to
give up bargaining. I'll make my fortune yet, you'll see."
Trevarre laughed, a sound like music. "I have no doubt
of that"
They were silent for a time, but then Matya spoke
softly. "You would do the same again, wouldn't you, if you
heard a call for help?"
Trevarre shrugged. "The Measure is not something I
can follow only when it suits me. It is my life, Matya, for
good or ill. It is what I am."
Matya nodded, as if this confirmed something for her.
"The tales are right then. The Knights of Solamnia ARE
little better than fools." She smiled mischievously. "But
there's one more bargain that must be struck."
"Which is?" Trevarre asked, raising an eyebrow
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