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A slight sound behind him warned Hecar that the three figures were not alone. He gave no sign that he
had heard the others sneaking up behind him, but shifted so as to get his hands as close to his axe as he
dared without giving his movements away. "Aye, I came from a ship. Been away for a while."

The cleric nodded, mouth set. He neither smiled nor frowned. "The Gladiator, wasn't it?"

Hecar twitched before he could control himself. He had given the name to the old male on the dock, not
long before. "Aye, Gladiator."

The cleric nodded, closed his eyes, and a moment later uttered, "The Gladiator, lost at sea more than a
decade ago. Nearly all hands lost with it." He opened his eyes and stared without emotion at the tense
Hecar. "Therefore, you could not have just arrived on it."

Hecar said nothing. His hands were close to the handle of his axe. Any nearer and he would be
committing himself to battling a cleric of high standing in the orders, not to mention several members of
the guard. Yet, what could he do? He was not as clever as Helati's mate. Not nearly as clever as Kaz.

"What is your name?"

He was still debating how he should answer when one of the warriors behind him announced, "His


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name's Hecar, of the clan Orilg, Holiness. I thought I recognized him earlier."

The voice was so familiar that Hecar dared peek over his shoulder. There were three minotaurs behind
him, one with a sword and the other pair with axes. It was one of the latter who had spoken. The tall,
scarred figure grinned at him.

"Your house, is it not, Captain Scurn?" the cleric asked.

"The guard is my clan now, Holiness."

"Scurn?" When last he had seen the disfigured minotaur, Scurn had been an object of pity, defeated in
combat by Kaz. The other minotaurs had been forced to lead their companion by hand from Solamnia all
the way back to the empire, so broken was he by his loss. This incarnation, however, did not look at all
defeated. In fact, he looked even uglier and more vicious than Hecar could ever recall.

"We are always happy to welcome a lost one back into the fold," commented the cleric. "Come with us,
Brother Hecar."

Scurn and the other minotaurs closed in.

Hecar reached for his axeтАж and found that something held it firmly in its harness. The minotaur pulled
harder but, despite his great strength, the axe remained stuck fast.

The gully dwarf? He was the only one who had come within touching distance of Hecar. Had he done