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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
Atec Март 01 2008 15:15:58
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The "Song of Huma" ran through his mind.
"Huma," Rennard whispered. The man who was now
legend never abandoned me, he even looked up to me.
Huma - the man, not the legend - had been there in the end,
trying to save me from myself. Rather than face him, I took
the coward's way out. I slit my own throat.
Rennard turned his eyes briefly to the murky heavens. "I
will do this for you, Huma ... of the Lance. I will do it for
you, not the gods. Never them."
Pale eyes narrowing, the ghost answered the young
knight's question. "He would have understood VERY well
what you were doing, Erik Dornay. You have my oath on
that. Unlike you, however, Huma would have understood
the meaning and the consequences as well. And, therefore,
he would never have considered your dark course." Rennard
shifted so as to allow the fire to illuminate his features.
"Huma would have known that such a course can lead one
only to a fate . . . like mine. Each life I took follows me,
punishes me." Rennard shivered, the flickering shadows
caused by the fire too lifelike at that moment. "The number
still horrifies me, when they begin to gather."
"But they killed Lucien! They don't deserve to live! I
have to ... to ..." Backing away, Dornay stumbled over to his
horse. He untied the animal and wearily mounted, ignoring
the fact that his helm still lay on the ground.
"You may deny me, mortal. You may even deny Huma,
whom you claim to admire. Can you, though, deny
yourself?"
Erik Dornay did not respond
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