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.You must not lie.Only I can save you now."Adon scurried to Kelemvor's side, dragging Jergal's shadow-filled cloak behind him.Cyric reached down to take them both, but Lord Death lashed out and caught the One by the wrist.Then Kelemvor dared to lock eyes and grow just as large as the One and All, and Jergal pushed Adon through the city gates without bothering to open them."Give him back, Kelemvor!" hissed Cyric."Call him out now, or I will see you locked in Helm's prison with your whore!""You have no claim on Adon," Kelemvor replied evenly."If you did, he would have called you instead of me.""Adon is mad!" Cyric exploded."That makes him mine!"That makes him your victim, not your worshiper.Tyr will see the difference, if you care to call him."Cyric jerked free and stepped back.From the wrist down, his hand remained in Kelemvor's grasp, but such things are of no consequence to the gods.The One shook his stump in Lord Death's face."You cannot cheat me out of my prize, Kelemvor! He is my proof!""Proof?" Kelemvor discarded Cyric's severed hand as though it were nothing but trash."Proof of what?""Of my guilt!" The One's hand dragged itself toward its master, the bony fingers rising and falling like spider legs."The charge against me is innocence by insanity.I am no innocent! Could an innocent steal Mystra's patriarch?"Kelemvor shook his head."You stole nothing except his life.Adon's prayer makes him False and Faithless to Mystra-not Faithful to you." He grew just tall enough to look down upon the One."Adon is mine now.And so is this realm."Cyric extended his stump, and in the next instant his severed hand flew to Lord Death's throat and clung there like a fiend."You have not heard the last of this! Tyr is on my side!""Then get him." Kelemvor pulled the One's hand from his throat, tearing out his own larynx in the process, and thrust this whole mess at Cyric."Until you do, leave me alone.I have much to do before the trial."The wound in Kelemvor's throat healed as he spoke.He turned his back on the One, returning to his work on the perfect mirror, and watched Cyric's reflection vanish in a burst of black steam.Jergal returned at once, dragging Adon's astonished spirit with him."I await your command, Lord Death."Kelemvor stared across the empty plain."I wonder, will Cyric return?"The shoulders of Jergal's empty cloak rose and fell."It hardly matters.You were well within your rights.""All the same, Lord Death," said Adon, "I thank you for not turning me over to him."Kelemvor glanced down at the patriarch."Do not thank me until you have heard your sentence." He turned his gaze upon the yellow eyes floating beneath the hood of Jergal's cloak "Take him to the Crystal Spire and put him at the end of the line.See that he stays there."Jergal's eyes flashed gold, then he bowed."As you command."With that, the seneschal split into two avatars.One pushed Adon into the City of the Dead, this time opening the gate first, and the other remained behind with Kelemvor."If I may have your permission to suggest it," said the seneschal, "I believe there is a solution to your quandary-one well within all these rules you have made for yourself." Kelemvor cocked an eyebrow."I am listening." "Let Adon see Mystra through your eyes.Your perceptions should be powerful enough to counter those of Cyric." Kelemvor sighed."I wish it were that easy, Jergal, but love is not the same as worship.Adon must see Mystra as a goddess, and to me, she is still as human as I am."FortyHalah kneeled in the alley behind us, gnawing on a thighbone and making a dreadful noise.Fortunately, most passers-by only gave a start and scurried past without looking down the murky lane.But once, three burly guardsmen had stepped into the shadows to see what was causing such an awful snarling, and Svanhild and the other acolytes had been quick to guarantee that they would cause us no trouble.Why Halah could not have stayed at the temple and finished her meal there was a mystery to me.After the Friar's death, I had demanded that we leave immediately to find Fzoul Chembryl, and the acolytes had led me to a secret tunnel.Halah had insisted on following, crawling through the cramped passage on her knees and hocks and dragging along Fornault's entire leg.Her companionship had forced us to traverse the length of the city through alleys and byways; even in Zhentil Keep, flesh-eating horses were a rarity, and we had no wish to alert Fzoul's spies to our approach.And now I stood watching the South Force Gate, wondering how we were going to sneak a blood-smeared mare past the sentries."What are you waiting for?"Though the question came from behind me, I knew at once who had asked it; the alley had suddenly gone cold and it smelled of death, and a thousand voices filled my ears.I spun on my heel and found myself facing a bloody wraith in black leather armor [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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