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Yaith attacked the Father Draucandir, brandishing his sword in a horizontal attack, aimed at the neck of the priest. His first instinct was to try to paralyze him again, but this time the cross was alert and had protected their own clerical powers. Reacting in time, jumped back to dodge the blade of the warrior.

The court struck only air, but the priest had no time to counterattack before the Aenarion Yaith weapon pounce on him again. He raised his left arm with the palm turned toward the blade, and the sword of the champion hit a barrier invisible, bouncing back in the middle of his career. Either Elannon took a moment to smile at the bewildered expression crossed, after which responded with an uppercut, run to the hole in the armor left arm to allow movement. With the reflexes of a fighter expert Yaith rolled over, causing the weapon to crash without consequences in the convexity of his chest plate.

Without giving a moment's rest, the warrior struck again. This time Draucandir blocked the sword with his own, then quickly move to the left hand Without hesitation he launched directly against the cross, forcing him to stop attacking to cover. Pressing his gun against him, managed to keep under control on for a moment, while ahead the free hand and gently touched his armor. In just a moment, the shell began to dissolve as if made of salt and someone had poured water on it. In several parts of holes appeared, they began to get bigger, until it became more than a few pieces of metal in the ground rotting.

- But what ...? "Cried the knight, looking lyou sad remnants of what had been a neat and expensive armor. Mounting in rage, pushed his body against the priest's weapon, forcing him to retreat and attack him immediately and harshly. Draucandir, much slower, but did not have time to cross your arms against your body and create a new invisible barrier that crashed against the Crusader attack. Driven by anger, Yaith continued to attack, but each of his strokes was stopped in midair by the barrier. Realizing the futility of their attacks, left to attack with the sword and tried to move against her, but her body alsoino tambiéna me.

Draucandir Father nodded with a smile, pushing the blade cross neck and turning it in his hand, so that the handle pointing upward, ready to be returned to its owner .

"I'm sorry your armor," he said. There is much that a priest can offer people, but I can try to make it up somehow ...

-do so would be an insult and a humiliation, Father Cross was denied. Not accept compensation for the armor that I say í risk taking the fight. I am glad that the gods be content taking off the armor instead of life.

In reply, the priest took his fist to his chest and bowed his head slightly, a sign of respect. Aenarion Yaith returned the gesture and they seemed to consider it a farewell, because then he stooped to pick up his weapon from the ground, while returning Draucandir which had been released to its rightful owner o.

"We're going, boys," said the warrior, rising again and is returning

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and appropriate to call me by name, Your Highness, "replied in a tone that seemed out of these confines of the City of Ice. The Queen tried not to show any reaction to his coldness, but he was able to recognize his confusion by a slight tremor of the eyelids. It would be better if I called "Father Elannon" or, better yet, just "Father."

"Either ... She repeated, ignoring him completely. The tone afflicted with that said her name caused the same effect as if the barbed wire had been twisted toICITO again for your coronation. May the gods keep your reign and that of your husband.

Those last two words were the most difficult to pronounce. It had been almost two months since he had married the famous Lillian Aenarion Dagor, but still hardly believe it. That did not seem proper to the woman who thought she knew, the woman he fell in love. As if that were not enough, the violent death of King Linder did nothing to obscure the scene. What had brought Lillian to marry so suddenly to the man whorejected countless times over many years? I could not understand, though I tried. The thought that the woman he loved was now the loyal wife of the man who (almost certainly) had murdered his father was too harsh and ominous to fit in your brain. So little had come to know over all those years? So much was wrong with her? He had even come to believe that she may be entitled! I could not believe it, simply. Sometimes they even came to wonder if Lillian would not also share in the King's death. "C & amLenneth, Patron of the Arts, a priestess of Fyr, God of Knowledge, one of Zhar-zhaghar Artisan and, finally, a disciple of God always disturbing Lies, Alothar. Despite their different faiths, his inauguration would take place in a joint ceremony in the great temple of Lyand Zhel-eh'red, not in vain was the King of Gods.

The eight candidates were a solemn row, their backs to the audience, made up of family, friends and some who had been his instructors over the many years of learning that left atra , s the same day. In front of them, and facingwhat: Ilethen Sendaril had mentored and later close friend of Dagor Aenarion, whose unflagging interest in the Princess was well known throughout the kingdom. The young gentleman also felt unable to enjoy the face of the Supreme Champion to learn that Lillian professed sympathy to his innocent brother.

That night there was a party. "I managed to convince my father" had said the princess, "He said he could not deny anything Elannon son." Certainly the friendship between King General Elannon Linda and goes much further back than Eitl young elf opened wide for a moment. There was nothing I wanted Masy at the same time, there was nothing to give him more scared.

- To you, Your Highness? He asked, confused. I could not ...

"I understand," she agreed, on a sad note in his voice. Either the heart felt shrugged at the thought that he could be the cause of that sadness.

"Sorry ... "Said Lillian. Princess's face suddenly lit up as if he had dawned in & amp; eacute; l. His lips moved, articulating a word that was never heard: "thanks." Either acted without thinking ahead, barely touching the face and lips for a moment of Lillian with theirs. When they parted, was unable to read what she had in her face. He seemed happy on the one hand and, on the other, deeply concerned. He threw an uneasy glance at the moon that the priest was able to interpret. It was almost round, missing only a couple of nights to get up full. Lillian felt like every muscle in your body contraíay your skin prickle.

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