Tancred tosses aside the dusty book he found in Legolas' pack and tries to think. The journal of their quest was a broken and illogical affair... but the one sane fact, that of Shade's predicament, stood out clear and true.
The Paladin in him thought: This is a Quest! You see a Quest, you do!
But this is Lord Shield's Quest, given to him by destiny and fate! whined the plaintive, insecure part of his mind.
But he was given companions, so that the errand should not fail. You're the last of all the Bar Folk. The errand MUST not fail.
Tancred's face grows hard and stern. He gets up, picking up Karnas and begins striding onward towards the top of the mountain.
"Hey, where are we going?" asks Karnas.
"Heaven. I hope the others find a safer road," replies Tancred sarcastically.
Karnas chuckles. "Lord Shield'll look after 'em."
Tancred pauses for a moment on those words, and looks back at the still-immobile party."
"I don't suppose we'll see them again..."
"Oh, we may yet," smirked the sword. "Their BODIES, at least."
Tancred gave the sword in his hand a venomous look.
"Karnas... I'm certainly NOT glad you're with me."
And with that, the Cavalier and the sword continue on, up the rocky mountainside, into the light.
[ 01-21-2002: Message edited by: Tancred ]
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