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enter the tower, our Master went down to him. Now that was something I
had never seen Aldur do before. He spoke with the lad at some length
in a hideous language--old Angarak, I've since discovered--and turned
him over to Beltira and Belkira for tutelage. If anyone ever needed
gentle handling, it was Belsambar.

In time, the twins taught him to speak a normal language that didn't
involve so much spitting and snarling, and we learned his history. My
distaste for Torak dates from that point in time. It may not have been
entirely Torak's fault, however. I've learned over the years that the
views of any priesthood are not necessarily the views of the Gods they
serve. I'll give Torak the benefit of the doubt in this case--the
practice of human sacrifice might have been no more than a perversion
of his Grolim priests.

But he did nothing to put a stop to it, and that's unforgivable.

To cut all this windy moralizing short, Belsambar's parents--both of
them--had been sacrificed, and Belsambar had been required to watch as
a demonstration of his faith. It didn't really work out that way,
though.

Grolims can be so stupid sometimes. Anyway, at the tender age of nine,
Belsambar became an atheist, rejecting not only Torak and his stinking
Grolims, but all Gods.

That was when our Master summoned him. In his particular case, the
summoning must have been a bit more spectacular than the vague urge
that had turned my face toward the Vale. Belsambar was clearly in a
state of religious ecstasy when he reached us. Of course he was an
Angarak, and they're always a little strange in matters of religion.

It was Belmakor who first raised the notion of building our own
towers.

He was a Melcene, after all, and they're obsessed with building things.
I'll admit that our Master's tower was starting to get a bit crowded,
though.

The construction of those towers took us several decades, as I
recall.

It was actually more in the nature of a hobby than it was a matter of
any urgency. We did use what you might call our advantages in the
construction, of course, but squaring off rocks is a tedious business,
even if you don't have to use a chisel. We did manage to clear away a
lot of rock, though, and building material got progressively scarcer as
the years rolled by.

I think it was late summer one year when I decided that it was time to