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"Kill hiuards hadn’t figured out I was a public nuisance

A slim wee man like him shouldn’t have been able to pick y in the sath Except he’d stolen all that energy, leeching it through the Fisher King

Theout the silver cross, I used soic in it to bind the leather on the insides of their calves together and they collapsed to the stone floor Soracefully than others

I couldn’t do the saainst ic either, since necroh the dead I used soth instead and charged him

For all the power he had leeched, Doe and he knew it He wasn’t armed or armored and there weren’t any dead people in the hall he could use for his own ends He did, however, have so chairs he could throw at me I leapt over the first one but the second knocked ainraspthe cross, and then I locked onto his neck--a rather skinny one--and began to squeeze with all I had He could have grabbed me in turn, but instead he clawed at rip His damned nails ripped at hter to know anything about pressure points or how to break bones

"That black hand of yours got two Druids this way in the chapel," I said through clenched teeth "You know the one I , doesn’t it?"

He couldn’t answer me I crushed his trachea and his hands fell slack as the strength left him I rolled hiic centered on his head As a necroed his own resurrection, so I removed the Pict’s head and tossed it into the hearth to burn I didn’t need uards strea the captain, alerted by the panicked dinner guests The lads on the floor couldn’t decide whether to plea for help or to urge their friends to get me It was time to make my exit, so I picked up the silver cross and hurried to the nobles’ table Dogs had leapt on the tables to chon since the huood food there to cool One of theda’s cauldron and couldn’t believe his good fortune He snapped at my arm when I tried to take the cauldron but discovered that his teeth didn’t fare well against chain mail

"Go on, you’re full," I said, and he allowed me to take the cauldron without any more fuss I upended it to turn off the infinite refill and then caic stored in uards echoed in the hall Carrying the cross in ht, I did h to sneak around in ar each other where I went

Once out in the unpaved courtyard where I had access to the earth, it was a siuards at the gate I retrieved Apple Jack from the stable where I’d left him and set off across the wasteland toward Gloucester Weather patterns returned to norns of recovery with the necromancer truly dead You’d never know today that the area around Swansea had been a desert for a few months

I didn’t see the Chapel Perilous, as it came to be known, on my way back Most of the lads had cleared out of the Silver Stallion by the tiet a room There were only three people there, in fact--myself, the innkeeper, and one other--and it ith them that I shared the story of what happened, the quest for the h the centuries until poets like Chretien de Troyes finally started to write the for da’s cauldron to him and he thanked me I told him about Domech and what he’d done, the dead Druids at the chapel, and he was grateful that I had dispatched the Pict as well

"What would you have of ma said "I owe you some favor for what you’ve done"

"I’d like to stay out of Aenghus Óg’s sight for a while, if you can ave me a hunk of cold iron and told me to wear it as a talisman "It won’t completely shield you from divination but it will make it more difficult to pinpoint your location And I’ve recently linked a new part of the world to Tír na nÓg Feel like learning a new language?"