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front of them, though it was not so
far in the distance now.
    By
Klye’s estimations, they would reach the church in a few minutes. He took that
time to mull over some of the things he had heard in the marketplace. Most of
the chatter had been useless conversations about personal matters, but Klye had
overheard some things of interest.
    Many
of Port Town’s citizens were whispering about the local band of Renegades,
including Leslie Beryl, their leader and the mayor’s own daughter. Some
speculated that Leslie was a double agent while others claimed that Mayor Beryl
himself was the true traitor in Port Town. He had heard one middle-aged woman
confiding to a friend that there were pirates in the area.
    Pirates…hadn’t
Captain Toeburry said something about pirates? he thought.
    Not
that it mattered much to Klye. He didn’t plan to stay long in Port Town.
    Most
of the talk about the Renegades had been pure speculation, but at least Klye
had been able to confirm a few of the things he had heard back in Continae.
    To
his relief, he had not heard a word about Chester Ragellan’s and Dominic Horcalus’s
recent escape from the Citadel Dungeon. Klye could only hope that the news
hadn’t reached the island yet.
    The
road came to an abrupt end at an intersection with no less than six other
avenues from which to choose. Klye had no need for any of them. Now that he was
standing before the Cathedral, Klye saw that it for the architectural marvel it
truly was.
    From
what he had learned in Port Alexis, this church was the largest temple
dedicated to the god Aladon in all of Continae and its territories. Come to
think of it, Klye didn’t know of any other Aladon churches, and he had
practically traveled from one end of Continae to the other following the
jailbreak at the Citadel Dungeon.
    Those
in Port Alexis had also told him that the Cathedral was a place of pilgrimage
for Aladon’s followers. Most humans regarded Aladon as the elves’ god,
preferring to worship the other Gods of Good, Pintor in particular. Although
Klye had no use for any religion, he knew he was far more likely to run across
a shrine dedicated to Tristana or Feol—lesser deities to be sure—than to find
an Aladon church in Superius.
    But
he had been told that the people of western Capricon had taken to Aladon long
before Superius had purchased the island from Glenning, which had happened long
before the Confederacy of Continae came into being.
    History
wasn’t one of his favorite topics, but one never knew when some random bit of
knowledge would come in handy.
    From
its archaic appearance, Klye did not doubt that Aladon’s Cathedral had been
there for some time. It looked out of place among the simple homes that had
sprouted up around it. The smaller structures were ordinary and dull in
comparison to the Cathedral, which was covered in woodcarvings and stone
statues of men and elves alike. Stained-glass windows stretched from the ground
floor up to the tall spires.
    Klye
knew he was not an easy man to impress, but he did feel a little awed by the
place, if for no other reason than the amount of work and time that the
builders had put into constructing it. Unlike the Citadel Dungeon, which had
also been of mammoth size, Aladon’s Cathedral was a pleasure to behold.
    He
glanced over at his men to find Plake staring wide-eyed at the church. Likely,
this was the largest building the young hayseed had ever seen. Othello did not
appear to be giving the church much thought, as he was watching Klye with a
blank expression. Klye wondered if the archer ever got excited. Othello seemed
always to be calm, unaffected by the world around him. Even when Othello had
first joined Klye’s band—covered in the blood of the men he had just killed—he
had walked away from his home without showing any regret.
    “You
two wait here,” Klye told his companions. “I’ll take a look inside.”
    “Wait
a minute.” Plake grabbed him by the elbow. “We’re supposed to just