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thickly. Hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers, he kicked moodily at a log that threatened to roll out of the grate, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. "Sturm Brightblade was a knight—in his soul, if not by the rules of the order. He would never—" Caramon paused, his face flushed. "Well, he wouldn't."
    "He was also a man. A young man," Sara said gently.
    "You didn't know him!" Caramon rounded on her angrily.
    "But I came to, later. Will you hear the rest of my story?" Tika laid her hand on her husband's broad shoulder. "'Closing your ears won't shut truth's mouth,'" she said, repeating an elven proverb.
    "No, but it silences gossip's wagging tongue," Caramon muttered. "Tell me this: Is that baby still alive?"
    "Yes, your nephew lives," Sara answered steadily, her expression sad and troubled. "He is twenty-four years old. It is on his behalf that I've come."
    Caramon heaved a great sigh that came from the ache in his heart. "Go on, then."
    "As you said, Kitiara and the young knight left Solace, headed northward. They sought news of their fathers, who had both been Knights of Solamnia, and so it seemed logical that they should journey together. Although, from what I gather, they were an ill-matched pair.
    "Things went wrong between them, right from the beginning. The very nature of their searches was different. Sturm's quest was a holy one. He went looking for a father who had been a paragon of knighthood. Kit's quest wasn't. She knew, or at least suspected, that her father had been cast out of the knighthood in disgrace. She may have even been in contact with him. Certainly something was drawing her to the Dark Queen's armies, forming in secret in the north.
    "Kit thought that young Brightblade, with his serious-minded dedication and religious fervor, was amusing at first. But that didn't last long. She was soon bored by him. And then, he began to seriously annoy her. He refused to stay in taverns, claiming they were places of wickedness. He spent every night saying his ritual prayers. By day, he lectured her sternly on her sins. She might have tolerated this, but then the young knight made a terrible mistake. He sought to take charge, to take command.
    "Kitiara could not permit this. You knew her. She had to be in control of any situation." Sara smiled sadly. "Those few months she spent in my house, we did things her way. We ate what she wanted to eat. We talked when she wanted to talk.
    "'Sturm was infuriating,' Kit told me, and her dark eyes flashed when she spoke of him, months later. 'I was the elder, the more experienced warrior. I helped train him! And he had the nerve to begin to order me around!'
    "Another person would have simply said, 'Look, my friend, we're not getting along. This isn't working out. Let us each go our own separate ways.' But not Kitiara. She wanted to break Sturm, teach him a lesson, teach him who was stronger. At first, she said, she considered goading him into a duel, beating him in a contest at arms. But then she decided that wasn't humiliating enough. She devised a suitable vengeance. She would prove to the young knight that his armor of self-righteousness would buckle at the first blow. She would seduce him."
    Caramon's jaw was set, his face rigid. He shifted his great bulk uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Much as he wanted to doubt, it was obvious—knowing the two as he did—that he could see the truth of what had happened much too clearly.
    "Brightblade's seduction became a game for Kit, added spice to what had become a dull, uneventful trip.
    You know how charming your sister could be when she wanted. She stopped quarreling with Sturm. She pretended to take seriously all he said and did. She admired him, praised him. Sturm was honorable, idealistic, perhaps a little pompous—he was young, after all—and he began to think he had tamed this wild woman, led her to the paths of goodness. And, I've no doubt, he was falling a little bit in love with her. It was then