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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. "How can any of us say we didn't deserve it?"
"Blasphemy!" thundered the lord knight, and he struck
Michael across the face.
He staggered beneath the blow. Putting his hand to his
cut lip, he saw his fingers stained with blood.
The lord knight turned to Nikol. "The blasphemer will
not be allowed within our walls. You, Daughter, since you
are the child of a knight, may stay here in the fortress, safe
from harm. You will remove your armor, turn it over to us,
then you will spend night and day on your knees in the
chapel, begging forgiveness of the father and the brother
whose memories you disgrace."
Nikol went livid, as if she'd been run through by her
own sword, then hot blood flooded her cheeks.
"I'm not the one who has disgraced the knighthood.
You! You're the disgrace!" Her gaze flashed around at the
knights. "You hide away from the world, whining to
Paladine about the injustice of it all. He doesn't answer you,
does he? You've lost your powers and you're scared!"
Moving swiftly, she reached out, grabbed hold of her
sword, wrested it from the lord knight before he knew what
was happening. Lifting her weapon, she fell back, on guard.
"Seize her!" the lord knight ordered.
The knights drew their swords, began to close in.
"Hold," came a deep voice.
A blast of bitterly cold wind blew out the torches,
chilled flesh and blood. Swords fell from numb hands,
clattered to the ground with a hollow sound that was like a
death knell. The knights' faces went stark white beneath
their helms
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