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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. The soldier holding him let
Graff sag to the deck. Sturm stared in shock at the growing
stain of red soaking through the captain's coat.
Artavash stood over the dying man. "Do you think I am
to be trifled with, old fool? Mine is the power of life and
death here." She flung her unmailed hand at Soren. "Will
you give your oath?"
"I cannot," said Soren. "While I live, I cannot willingly
allow my lady or my lord to enter anyone's captivity."
Artavash smiled again. The effect on Sturm was near
magic, for, in spite of her violent acts, he was charmed.
"Good, good," she said. "That's what I wanted to hear.
Sir Radiz! Strip this man of his arms and armor. Set him to
an oar on the SEA RAVEN, and mind you, double-chain
him. It would not do to have him loose among the other
slaves."
The Kernaffi hauled the belligerent sergeant to the
bridge. Lady Ilys and Carin waited until the men surged by.
Artavash went to Graff and rolled his limp form over with
the toe of her boot. She freed her blade and wiped it clean
on the captain's sleeve.
Lady Ilys and her maid started for the bridge. Sturm
moved in behind his mother. Just as he was about to step
up, a hand grabbed his ankle. He almost cried out in
surprise, for it was the captain who held him
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