Realms of Valor - James Lowder [126]
honor my promise to kill every man in this village.“ ”I'll throw myself into the sea!“ Sarafina threatened. ”I think not,“ the duke replied, glaring down at her. ”I will have a woman from your house as a wife. If not you, then your mother.“ With that, Lord Gorgias threw Adon into the pool. By the time the cleric had struggled back to his feet, his foe had scuttled halfway across the plaza, Broka's fawning figure trailing a step behind. Sarafina helped the patriarch out of the pool, and they went to where Corene still lay in the street. With her limbs twisted backward and her pained eyes staring straight into the sky, the novice looked more like a fur-covered crab than a young woman. Adon kneeled at her side and once again prayed to Mystra. ”Corene has not failed you,“ he whispered. ”If you are angry, be angry with your patriarch alone! Let me undo the damage I have caused this poor woman. Let me show this village that I am your true servant!“ Adon closed his eyes, laid a hand on Corene's trembling brow, and spoke his incantation. The novice remained in monstrous form. Looking skyward, Adon cried, ”Why, Mystra? Why did you send me here if you intended to abandon me?“ ”Your goddess hasn't abandoned you,“ Sarafina said, covering her face with her veil. ”She can't hear you.“ Adon frowned. ”Of course she can,“ he said. ”She's the patroness-“ ”Of magic, I know,“ said Sarafina. ”But she still can't hear you, not as long as you're in Tegea.“ ”What are you saying?“ ”Will you leave us in peace if I tell you?“ she asked. ”Lord Gorgias is quite capable of carrying out his threats, and you can't stop him. No one can.“ ”Mystra wouldn't have sent me here if that were true.“ ”If it is, will you leave?“ ”I came to save Tegea, not destroy it,“ said Adon. ”If I cannot do that, I'll go. But if I think I can stop Lord Gorgias-despite what you reveal about his power- you must promise to help me in any way I ask.“ ”Done,“ said Sarafina. She gathered her water pails and began to fill them, at the same time telling Adon the story of Lord Gorgias. ”The duke has not always been so ugly- on the inside or the outside. Once, he was quite a handsome young nobleman who cared a great deal for his people.“ ”What happened?“ Adon asked, gathering Corene's twisted form in his arms. She lay silently in the patriarch's comforting embrace. ”It was during the Time of Troubles,“ Sarafina said. ”For the first few days,