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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
Atec Март 01 2008 15:11:25
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. He was a
handsome, proud man. Proud and stubborn.
"What is your name, Knight of Solamnia?"
"Garrick."
"That's it? Just Garrick? Not Garrick the Great? The
Champion? The Draconian Slayer?"
The wings of the torturer spread in anticipation. The
draconian bore a huge reptilian smile that told of deadly
delights to come when Garrick was its to play with. The
knight pointedly ignored the creature.
"Just Garrick."
"Well then, 'Just Garrick,' how many of your comrades
lie in wait in the forest? The scouts and patrols count at
least three dozen fires. The Knights of Solamnia, whatever
their faults, do not run away. Even against impossible
odds."
"I am the only one. You can search all you like. You
will find no others. I came on my own."
Krynos laughed, and the draconian hissed. The sharp
claws of the latter slapped Garrick hard across the mouth.
He could feel the blood flowing from his lip. The general
put a hand out to halt another blow by the torturer.
"Not yet - and not the mouth. We want to be able to
understand him when he talks. And you will talk, Knight.
Ssaras is very good at this job, especially with humans. You
would do well to give up on such a stupid tale and tell us
where your comrades have hidden themselves
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