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. One of each
order. We went to find him, to... deal with him."
"Deal with him?" Jilian raised a pert brow. "What does
that mean?"
"A rogue mage cannot be tolerated," Glenshadow said.
"He must be persuaded to return to one of the orders...
or he must be eliminated. We tried to persuade him." He
paused, staring off into the distance. "We tried. And of
the three who went out, only I came back. Caliban's
powers were greater than we had known."
Glenshadow paused again, then added, "Caliban died
in the conflict, as well. And yet, somehow Caliban still
lives. I have set myself the task of completing what I
thought was through back then. Caliban lives, and he is
with those who oppose Chane Feldstone and his quest. I
seek Caliban."
Wingover looked at the mage with hooded eyes. "To
kill him I"
"If I can."
* * * * *
Sunlight lingered on the peaks when the group came
down through a meandering pass and looked out across
the Vale of Respite. In the distance, smoke trailed above
two burned-out villages -- no longer the smoke of de-
struction, but now the smoke of cookfires where an
army rested, occupying what had been a peaceful valley.
Chane stepped into the lead, raised a hand to halt the
column, and gazed into the distance. His hand closed
around the pulsing crystal in his pack. For a time he sim-
ply stood there, the high-mountain wind ruffling his
beard. Then he turned away, and the others gathered
around him
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