Iron Tongue

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" Where is he?" dark- haired, fiery- eyed Inyx demanded of Knoton. " Where is Alberto Silvain?"

" The human leader of the grey soldiers?" If metal shoulders could have shrugged, Knoton' s would have done so. The mechanical' s expression defied interpretation, but the way the body canted forward indicated an intense desire to discover their adversary' s location. " I have patrols out looking into every room of this palace. If he is within the walls, he' ll be found. We look most of all for the Lord."

Lan Martak limped in and sat heavily on an ornately carved ash footstool. The way Knoton stared at him told Lan how bad he actually looked. He felt worse. If someone had reached inside and ripped his heart out, he couldn' t have been in a more debilitated state. The use of magic had pushed him beyond the limits of his endurance. Being cast into the Lord' s maze had almost killed him. The long fight to regain freedom had taken a further toll. And now he had to perform still another task: finding Alberto Silvain.

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