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answered your question, you shall answer mine.”
    Ridmark inclined his head.
    “Your little ragtag band,” said Morigna. “Where is it going?”
    “You saw the omen of blue flame thirty-two days past?” said Ridmark.
    “It would have been most difficult to miss,” said Morigna. 
    “It was a sign of the return of the Frostborn,” said Ridmark. 
    Morigna scoffed. “The Frostborn are legendary.”
    “They are not,” said Ridmark, “and they are returning. That is certain, but I do not know where or when. But the Warden of Urd Morlemoch warned me of the omen nine years past, and so I travel to Urd Morlemoch once more to wring the answers from him.” 
    Morigna laughed. “Absurd. Well, my first answer was a fanciful tale, so I suppose you are within your rights to repay me in kind. Where are you really going, Ridmark Arban?”
    “Urd Morlemoch,” said Ridmark again, “to get answers from the Warden.” 
    They stared at each other for a moment.
    “Madness,” said Morigna. “You…are telling the truth? You truly intend to do this?”
    Ridmark nodded.
    “Mad, utterly mad,” said Morigna. She shrugged. “By why not? If you are the Gray Knight, you went to Urd Morlemoch once before and returned. Nathan told me, before…”
    She stopped talking. Clearly, she did not want Ridmark to know about this Nathan, whoever he was. 
    “So if neither you nor this Old Man raised the undead,” said Ridmark, “then who did?”
    “I know not,” said Morigna. “The magic is a sort I have never sensed before.”
    “I have,” said Calliande. “It reminds me of Shadowbearer’s, though it is not his.”
    “Shadowbearer?” said Morigna. “That is a legend of the dark elves.”
    “He’s not,” said Calliande. “I met him.” 
    “How peculiar,” said Morigna. “You speak of these legends with such familiarity.”
    “We saw a trolldomr earlier,” said Ridmark. “Do you think he might have done it?”
    “Old Rjalfur?” said Morigna with a laugh. “I doubt it. He has lived in the Deeps near here for years, and emerges from time to time to pose riddles to travelers. He is mad, but harmless.”
    “Does he offer a pot of gold to anyone who answers one of his riddles?” said Caius. 
    “Alas, no,” said Morigna. “Though I have heard that dwarves offer gold to anyone who answers a riddle.”
    “I fear that is only a tale,” said Caius.
    “How tragic,” said Morigna, turning her attention back to Ridmark. “So. You have fought your way free of the undead. I assume you will continue your fool’s quest to Urd Morlemoch?”
    “We shall,” said Ridmark. “But only after we find the necromancer who raised these undead.”
    She frowned. “Why? You fought your way free, and with the Magistria’s magic you are strong enough that neither the undead nor the necromancer will stop you. Go and leave the problems of others behind.”
    “I will not,” said Ridmark. “Not if it is in my power to aid them.”
    “But you could die,” said Morigna. “You cannot perish in Urd Morlemoch if you die here.”
    Ridmark shrugged. “All men die.”
    She stared at him, baffled. As if he had started babbling in a language that she did not know.
    “Why?” said Morigna. “Why help them? Do you hope for a reward from the monks?”
    “They may do as they like,” said Ridmark. “But they are outside of the realm, away from the High King’s protection and the aid of the Magistri and the Swordbearers. I would not leave them to their fate.” 
    “I do not understand,” said Morigna. “You are strong enough to do as you like. Why waste your time with those too weak to defend themselves?”
    “Because it is the duty of all sons of the church to defend the weak and the helpless, as the Dominus Christus instructed,” said Caius. 
    “The words of men a thousand years dead,” said Morigna, “do not concern me.”
    “Then you think the strong should rule over the weak and do as they like?” said