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pulsed.
    “Wh…Why?”
    “Just do it!” Vox snapped.
    Freya’s self-preservation instincts, finely honed by her life as a pleasure slave swung into action and she braced herself.
    With a scream, a blue-banded hawk swooped out of the sky, grabbed Vrenstalliren’s sword out of his hand, dropped it in front of Freya and circled back towards the Elysian.
    Lin dropped her blade point and bowed her head.
    “I understand, Lady Calliale, I shall not fight my comrades.”
    The Hawk screeched once and flew back to Freya.
    “Hold your arm out.” Vox hissed.
    Freya raised her right arm and the hawk dropped lightly onto it. The Hawk didn’t seem to weigh as much as it looked. Why isn’t my arm torn to shreds by those talons? They have to be a good three inches long.
    Lin’s eyes widened and she sheathed her sword hurriedly, before dropping to one knee in front of Freya.
    Vrenstalliren stared first at Lin, and then at Freya. His eyes dropped to his sword that lay at Freya’s feet. Finally, he looked up at the massive Hawk on her arm. His jaw dropped.
    “Lady Calliale has bestowed her favour upon Lady Freya and from this moment on, I serve only her.” Lin bowed her head and extended her arms, crossing them at the wrists.
    “I have to say that this Calliale person knows how to break a fight up with style,” Korettln said, shaking his mane.
    “Um, thank you Lin. I appreciate this.” Freya looked at the Hawk, then at the bouncing bubble of light. “ What’s going on, Vox?”
    “Calliale is the Elven Goddess of Truth. She is bound to act only through her messenger, after she caused the Ten Thousand Clan War in Giranath by upsetting their Chief of Chiefs.” Vox laughed and its light flickered in time. “That’s the problem with telling the Truth all the time, sometimes people don’t want to hear it.”
    The Hawk shrieked and took off again, disappearing into the clouds.
    “See. She doesn’t like it when it’s done to her,” Vox pulsed once. “Kraarz, I’ll be back later. Don’t let this happen too often will you?”
    “I shall endeavour to keep control of the situation, Vox.” Kraarz bowed his head as Vox winked out.
    Vrenstalliren looked confused.
    “Fair Maiden. What is going on?”
    Freya made a sudden decision.
    “Sir Paladin, I have something to tell you and I fear you will not like it.”
    He frowned, stooped and retrieved his sword, wiping dirt away from the blade with his cloak.
    “Do you wish to speak in private?”
    “Yes, Sir Paladin, I do.”
    Lin stood up.
    “Kraarz and I shall return to the common room, your highness.”
    “Thank you, Lin.” Freya smiled and took the elf’s arm. “Walk with me, Prince Vrenstalliren.”
    * * *
    Grald arrived in the Jinra Dungeon as the sun rose. What he found was a shambles.
    “Where is your Custodian?” he demanded.
    “Well, you see…” the warlock he’d collared on arrival said, “…our Custodian was killed trying to separate the Vampires and the Skeletons. He’d placed their Lairs far too close together and…” the warlock trailed off as he caught sight of Grald’s face.
    The Dark Paladin resisted the urge to split the Warlock down the middle.
    “Do you have a Devil Demon?”
    “Goraln? He never comes out of his quarters. When Custodian Theraldin ordered him to intervene in the undead battle, Goraln refused to do his bidding,” another warlock said, his arms full of heavy books.
    “Has no one thought to tell the Aracan Katuvana of this situation?” Grald snapped.
    The two warlocks looked at each other.
    “I thought not. Lead me to your Dais Room.”
    The unencumbered warlock bowed and turned.
    “It is this way, Dark Paladin.”
    Grald looked at the other warlock.
    “Put those books back in the library and summon all the creatures to the main hall for a meeting. I will be there shortly.”
    “Yes Dark Paladin.” The warlock staggered away towards the library.
    Well that went better than expected. Grald thought as he strode along the