Chapter NineteenHe came to as the first glimmer of dawn broke through the clouds; he was lying sprawled on the dirt floor of the temple, surrounded by tortured scraps of metal and ragged, red-clothed corpses. Ashes and charred wood were scattered at his feet.
Before him, the elongated hilt of the great broadsword protruded from the throat of his final victim; the gem set in the pommel gleamed as red as blood, but the blade had been washed clean by the rain. In the dim light the metal was dull gray.
He got slowly to his feet, and the events of the night seeped back into his mind; he grimaced in disgust.
Here was the destruction the Seers of Weideth had foreseen. What had come over him?
He found himself unwilling to admit that he had in truth been possessed by some higher power, acting a
