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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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. At last he stood and faced
Sturm.
"Now, what can I do to make amends, young lord?"
asked Radiz.
Sturm cradled his bruised arm and frowned with
concentration. "I wish to leave," he said. "I want a ship to
take my mother, Mistress Carin, and me to Solace. It was
my father's wish that we go to Solace, so that is what we
shall do."
Radiz nodded. As they walked slowly to the steps, the
commander laid a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Whatever made you think of using the old sailor's magic
string?" he asked.
"I didn't plan it," said Sturm, swallowing. "My only
thought was to turn Mukhari's knife away."
"You didn't realize cutting the cord would release all
the wind?"
Sturm shook his head. "I don't know anything about
magic. It's not a fitting subject for knights."
Paladine would forgive him for bending the Measure. . .
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At the top of the stairs Sturm paused. "Radiz?"
"Yes, young Sturm?"
"Would you have your men search for Sergeant Soren?
He deserves an honorable burial."
"It shall be done."
They descended the steps together. Radiz remarked,
"You know, Mukhari was right about one thing; you are a
noble lad."
"I am my father's son," said Sturm
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