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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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. On my honor, I cannot ask
her for it back"
Ciri's face twitched. She shot Matya a look so filled
with malice that Matya shivered. Then, aware of the
knight's eyes on her, Ciri's sweet, sorrowful look had
returned to her lovely face. She bowed her head.
"Then I am doomed, my knight."
"No," he said, with a fierce smile. "No, I cannot think
that. I am no sorcerer, but I expect there is another - albeit
cruder - way to free you." His hand moved to the hilt of the
sword at his hip. "I will stand before your uncle when he
returns, and I will demand a duel. The enchantment will be
broken when your uncle lies dead at my feet. Won't that
solve your problem, my lady?"
Ciri sighed. "My knight, you are indeed brave," she
murmured. "So very brave."
Matya noticed, however, that Ciri did not answer
Trevarre's question.
*****
Matya awoke in the gray light before dawn. Ciri had
provided her a bed. Trevarre slept soundly on a bed of furs
before the cottage's hearth. Matya looked around the
cottage, but Ciri was nowhere to be seen.
Just as well, Matya thought. This way she would not
have to bid the strange young woman good-bye.
Matya knelt beside the sleeping knight before she left.
His careworn face was peaceful in slumber, his brow
untroubled.
"I hope you find your honor truly reward enough,
Knight," she whispered softly. She hesitated a moment, then
reached out a hand, as if to smooth his mouse-brown hair
over the bandage on his head
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