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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. "My father
described it to Nicholas and me often. I think I could walk it
blindfolded. There is the High Lookout, there the Nest of
the Kingfisher - the knight's symbol. We planned to come
here, Nicholas and I. He said a man was never truly a knight
until he had knelt to pray in the chapel of the High Clerist's
Tower - "
She lowered her head, blinked back her tears. "You will
kneel there for him," said Michael. "Why?" she demanded,
regarding him coldly. "Who will be there to listen?"
She walked up the broad, wide road that led to one of
several entrances into the fortress. Michael followed after,
troubled, uneasy. The tower was strangely quiet. No guards
walked the battlements, as he might have expected. No
lights shone from the windows, though the sun had long
since sunk behind the mountains, bringing premature night
to the tower and its environs.
Nikol, too, appeared to find this silence, this lack of
activity odd, for she slowed her walk. Tilting back her head
to try to see through the gloom, she started to hail the tower.
Her call was cut off.
Cloaked and hooded figures surged out of the night.
Skilled hands laid hold of Michael, swiftly relieved him of
his staff, pinned his arms behind his back. He struggled in
his captors' grasp, not so much to free himself, since he
knew that was impossible, but to try to keep sight of Nikol.
She had disappeared behind a wall of bodies. He heard the
ring of steel against steel.
"You are a prisoner of the Knights of Solamnia
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