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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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. Nelk's countenance was carefully indifferent.
Sylverlin gave Arryl a serpentine grin.
Nelk did not talk to the knight again that day. No one
spoke to Tremaine or asked him to pick up the sword. A
decision had been made, obviously, and the instructors
were only waiting for the proper moment to carry it out.
That night, Arryl Tremaine made his peace with
Paladine. He did not expect to live out the morrow.
*****
Arryl was certain of his fate when the groups were
rearranged. The half-elf, the boy, and most of the veteran
gladiators were sent to the opposite end of the arena in
order to commence with a series of practice duels. Nelk,
Arryl, and a much smaller but distinct group remained in
the area where the knight had stood the day before. Nelk
was instructing the group in the uses of a mace against a
sword. He seemed preoccupied. Tremaine guessed
something of far greater import had possession of the elf's
thoughts.
Nelk ignored Arryl, save to tell him where to stand.
From his vantage point, the knight could see clearly the
elaborate box set aside for the Kingpriest. Fen had
informed him that the Kingpriest seldom appeared at the
Games, but that other high-ranking clerics often sat in the
box
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