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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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Dornay gasped. "I know YOU! I know the tales that
they whisper, even now!" His handsome face twisted.
"Rennard the Oathbreaker!"
Bowing, mocking, the ghost replied, "I thought myself
forgotten. Yes, I have the dishonor of being him."
Erik snatched his sword from the ground, held it before
him. His eyes were narrow slits, his breathing rapid. He
began muttering under his breath.
Rennard recognized the litany and was amused.
"Exorcising demons? You are not so well-versed for one of
your rank. I doubt I will be so easily dismissed, even if you
should happen upon the proper chant."
"Why does the ghost of a traitor and murderer visit me?
Do the gods think you will stop me in my chosen course?
Lucien's death demands justice! He was murdered
needlessly, and I will see that his killers pay! Now begone!"
Rennard turned his horrific face toward the mortal. "I
would very much like to be gone, Erik Dornay, but not to
where I have been since my death. Peace is what I ask . . .
peace and a sip of water." He stared into the flame, recalling
the past. "I want nothing to do with you, but something has
drawn me here. This is not the first time I have heard the
song you sang tonight, a song about him. Huma never
would have believed it. He would have shaken his head - "
"Do not speak his name!" Erik pointed the useless
sword at the ghost as if he still intended somehow to run
Rennard through. "He was everything that you were not,
traitor! He was everything that I wanted to be!"
Wanted to be? thought the ghost
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