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women and hides behind his dagger,” said Corene. “And it's a real shame, too. Before you behaved so badly, I thought you rather handsome.” Broka ignored Corene's rebuke and pointed at the castle on the far side of the village. “I'm seneschal to the lord of that castle,” he reported. “And at present, I'm conducting my master's business. I suggest you keep out of it-or you'll be answering to him.” With that, he turned back to Myron. “My instructions are to examine your daughter's face,” the seneschal said, staring into the innkeeper's eyes. “If you deny me again, I'll have your whole family lashed.” “Let him, Father,” said Sarafina, reaching up to undo her veil. “It will cause me no pain to have him look.” As Myron reluctantly stepped aside, Broka smirked at him. “If your daughter cared about the women of Tegea as much as she does her family, she would come with me to the castle,” he said. "Then, perhaps, your customers would

forgive you for Sarafina's stubbornness.“ ”She's done nothing wrong,“ said Adon. He grabbed the seneschal by the arm. ”After you apologize, you'll return to your master and tell him to leave Sarafina alone.“ ”By whose order?“ Broka scoffed. ”By the command of Adon of Mystra, patriarch of the Servants of Mystery,“ volunteered Corene. This only made the seneschal laugh. ”My master recognizes the authority of no churches here,“ he said, returning his attention to the innkeeper's daughter. ”Now, let me see what my lord's curse has done to your beauty.“ Adon jerked Broka back, and the seneschal came around swinging. No stranger to a fight, the cleric blocked the punch easily. He countered by driving a palm into his foe's chin, at the same time slipping a foot behind an ankle and sweeping Broka off his feet. The seneschal slammed into the floor with a resounding thump, his pained cry leaving no doubt that his impact had been a hard one. Adon placed a knee on Broka's ribs. ”Apologize.“ The seneschal's only reply was to utter a colorful curse. ”Perhaps you'd be more sympathetic if you weren't so handsome,“ said Corene. The novice uttered a spell and touched Broka's brow. Her magic worked perfectly. The seneschal's face darkened to a deep shade of red, then it erupted into a rash of boils and festering sores. Screaming in alarm, he crawled away and grabbed a piece of the mirror he had dropped when Myron pushed him. ”My face!“ Broka howled, staring at himself in the shard. ”You've nothing to complain about,“ said Corene. ”It's better suited to your personality.“ The seneschal rose and faced the novice. ”Lord Gorgias shall hear of this!“ ”That's all I ask,“ said Adon, moving forward. ”Now go!“ The seneschal flung the shard of mirror at Adon, who ducked it easily. As Broka fled, the patriarch turned to face Myron and Sarafina. ”Why don't you tell me more about Lord Gorgias and what he's done to Sarafina and your village?“ the cleric asked, certain that his display of courage had won the confidence of his hosts. ”You're a madman!“ roared Myron. ”I want you out of my inn-now!“ Adon scowled. ”What's wrong?“ he demanded. ”Can't you see that Corene and I are here to help you?“ ”You mean to get us killed!“ snapped Myron. ”You insulted the duke's man. I only hope Lord Gorgias will settle for your lives and leave my family alone.“ ”He won't murder anyone,“ said Adon. ”It's kind to offer your protection, but you can't stop the duke,“ said Sarafina. ”In Tegea, at least, no cleric can challenge his magic.“ ”His spells can't be more powerful than Mystra's,“ said Corene. ”No mortal's can.“ ”Mystra's not here," Myron growled, pushing Adon and his novice toward the

exit. “And until you bring her back with you, you're not welcome, either.” The innkeeper pushed them off the veranda, then took his daughter and went into the kitchen. “What's going on here?” asked Corene, staring at the door through which Myron and Sarafina had disappeared. “I don't know,” said Adon, thinking more about his failed spell than Myron's ingratitude. “Did you notice that Mystra didn't respond when I asked for my first spell?” Corene bit her lower lip and