The Black Paladin by Jonathan Moeller

Author:Jonathan Moeller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: baligant, black paladin, marsile, raelum
Publisher: Jonathan Moeller

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Marsile backed away from the window.

How had his enemies caught up to him so quickly? He had assumed they were hundreds of miles behind. First he had underestimated Raelum, and then he had underestimated his pursuers.

Another such mistake and he might very well perish.

Raelum toppled to the ground as a Brother struck him from behind. Had Silver Knights blamed the boy for Oliver Calabrant’s death? For a moment Marsile mulled staying in the monastery, maintaining his disguise, feigning ignorance.

He looked again at the woman in crimson robes and scowled. He remembered Carandis Marken, though he thought she had perished during their fight at the Ring’s library. Marsile had taken her measure, and knew that he could crush her with ease. Yet she would sense Marsile’s illusions. And Carandis had the aid of two Silver Knights and a monastery filled with angry and skilled Brothers. Marsile could kill Carandis, the Silver Knights, and most of the Brothers, but he might fall in the end.

The Silver Knights, Carandis, Ulrich, and the Brothers entered the monastery, a few men remaining behind to bind Raelum. If Ulrich had told them about Brother Torgrim…

Marsile had to get out now.

He raced from the library, heedless of his groaning joints. Marsile dashed for his room, brown robes swirling around him. He slipped through the door and barred it behind him.

The room held only a bed, a small fireplace, and a wooden table. A small window, with a crisscrossing framework of lead strips to hold the glass diamonds in place, presented a view of the woods below the monastery.

Marsile took two steps back, lifted his hands and muttered a chant. Silver light flared around him as he focused upon the distant woods, and he cast the astraljump spell. The world vanished, and he reappeared below the monastery’s hill, the icy winter air washing over him.

Marsile summoned more power and cast another astraljump spell. This time he reappeared in the trees themselves, shielded from any watchers atop the monastery’s wall. With luck, no one had noticed the silver flash from his astraljump spells.

An ignominious retreat, to be sure. But Marsile would be back.

Tonight.

He strode into the woods, making for his servants.

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