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its sheath. “Call off the search. Bellok should be back soon, and we’ll need to be rested. We’ve wasted enough time. Tomorrow we march, and we’ll bring the Abyss to Sebastian and his men.”
“You’re the boss.”
Adam left, and once more alone, Kaide cursed the paladin’s name.
“Take good care of her,” he whispered, looking up to the night sky. “Otherwise I’ll kill you myself.”
He returned to his cabin, hoping for a few more hours of sleep. After tossing and turning for an eternity, he gave up hope, and only stared at the ceiling until at last daylight streamed in through a window.
6
D aniel put on the last of his armor, then left his room. The morning was young, and he had men to train. His mood was foul, but not because of the training. He’d had a horrible time avoiding the two priests and their men. It seemed every hour they came to Robert with new demands or expectations, and it seemed every time Robert conceded. The idea of pandering to Karak’s fanatics burned his gut. He’d warned Robert of the Stronghold’s strength, yet he’d gone ahead with the bounty on Darius’s head. Now look what it’d gotten them.
He turned a corner, approaching the bottom door to the Blood Tower, when he encountered one of the priests. It was the young one, Cyric. The way he leaned against the door with his arms behind his back made it seem like he’d been waiting for him.
“Morning,” Daniel said, hoping to barge right past without conversation.
“Morning,” Cyric said, stepping in the way. “A word, if you please?”
Daniel’s jaw tightened, but he nodded.
“Of course. What do you need?”
Cyric rubbed his knuckles against his robe and then looked at them, as if oblivious to Daniel’s impatience.
“Something has been bothering me. Luther insists I not worry, but perhaps you might indulge me anyway. I would like to speak with the witnesses of the attack on Durham.”
The young man looked up and smiled. Daniel felt his blood chill. It was a serpent’s smile, a killer’s grin.
“For what reason?” he asked. “Sir Robert has already judged they speak truthfully.”
“I do not mean to doubt Robert’s decision,” Cyric said. “Only to hear with my own ears what happened. I find it hard to believe that just one man caused such destruction. Don’t you?”
Daniel swallowed. The townsfolk had spoken of another man that came after Darius’s warning. Fire had leapt from his hands and demonic words from his tongue. They’d given no name, and among them all, couldn’t even agree on a description, other than the color of his eyes: a deep red that shone as if the fires of the Abyss burned behind them. With so little to go on, Robert had restricted the bounty to the one person whose blame no one could deny: Darius.
“A paladin of Karak can be a very powerful foe,” Daniel said.
“Indeed,” Cyric said, his smile growing. “I am not ignorant of their power. Five traveled with Luther and me from Mordeina, after all.”
Daniel sensed the implied threat and did his best to pretend he hadn’t.
“That’s fine, but I don’t think it appropriate you speak to the townsfolk. They have suffered enough without you bringing up bad memories.”
“I am afraid I must insist, Daniel.”
“Then insist to Robert. You have my answer.”
He grabbed the handle to the door. Cyric remained leaning against it, as if daring Daniel to pull it open.
“We’ll be holding a service tomorrow,” said the fledgling priest. “You should attend.”
“The Abyss will freeze over before I do.”
“Careful,” said Cyric, stepping out of the away. “The time of judgment approaches on the backs of lions. I would hate to be caught unaware.”
Daniel stormed outside, glad to be away. He’d hoped to take his frustration out on his men in a grueling training session, but it seemed one of the gods was conspiring against him, and it took little wit to guess which one. Normally they held
“You’re the boss.”
Adam left, and once more alone, Kaide cursed the paladin’s name.
“Take good care of her,” he whispered, looking up to the night sky. “Otherwise I’ll kill you myself.”
He returned to his cabin, hoping for a few more hours of sleep. After tossing and turning for an eternity, he gave up hope, and only stared at the ceiling until at last daylight streamed in through a window.
6
D aniel put on the last of his armor, then left his room. The morning was young, and he had men to train. His mood was foul, but not because of the training. He’d had a horrible time avoiding the two priests and their men. It seemed every hour they came to Robert with new demands or expectations, and it seemed every time Robert conceded. The idea of pandering to Karak’s fanatics burned his gut. He’d warned Robert of the Stronghold’s strength, yet he’d gone ahead with the bounty on Darius’s head. Now look what it’d gotten them.
He turned a corner, approaching the bottom door to the Blood Tower, when he encountered one of the priests. It was the young one, Cyric. The way he leaned against the door with his arms behind his back made it seem like he’d been waiting for him.
“Morning,” Daniel said, hoping to barge right past without conversation.
“Morning,” Cyric said, stepping in the way. “A word, if you please?”
Daniel’s jaw tightened, but he nodded.
“Of course. What do you need?”
Cyric rubbed his knuckles against his robe and then looked at them, as if oblivious to Daniel’s impatience.
“Something has been bothering me. Luther insists I not worry, but perhaps you might indulge me anyway. I would like to speak with the witnesses of the attack on Durham.”
The young man looked up and smiled. Daniel felt his blood chill. It was a serpent’s smile, a killer’s grin.
“For what reason?” he asked. “Sir Robert has already judged they speak truthfully.”
“I do not mean to doubt Robert’s decision,” Cyric said. “Only to hear with my own ears what happened. I find it hard to believe that just one man caused such destruction. Don’t you?”
Daniel swallowed. The townsfolk had spoken of another man that came after Darius’s warning. Fire had leapt from his hands and demonic words from his tongue. They’d given no name, and among them all, couldn’t even agree on a description, other than the color of his eyes: a deep red that shone as if the fires of the Abyss burned behind them. With so little to go on, Robert had restricted the bounty to the one person whose blame no one could deny: Darius.
“A paladin of Karak can be a very powerful foe,” Daniel said.
“Indeed,” Cyric said, his smile growing. “I am not ignorant of their power. Five traveled with Luther and me from Mordeina, after all.”
Daniel sensed the implied threat and did his best to pretend he hadn’t.
“That’s fine, but I don’t think it appropriate you speak to the townsfolk. They have suffered enough without you bringing up bad memories.”
“I am afraid I must insist, Daniel.”
“Then insist to Robert. You have my answer.”
He grabbed the handle to the door. Cyric remained leaning against it, as if daring Daniel to pull it open.
“We’ll be holding a service tomorrow,” said the fledgling priest. “You should attend.”
“The Abyss will freeze over before I do.”
“Careful,” said Cyric, stepping out of the away. “The time of judgment approaches on the backs of lions. I would hate to be caught unaware.”
Daniel stormed outside, glad to be away. He’d hoped to take his frustration out on his men in a grueling training session, but it seemed one of the gods was conspiring against him, and it took little wit to guess which one. Normally they held
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