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. The word of his sighting was relayed immedi-
ately.
"We got foragers workin' those gully-washes," the run-
ner said. "They'll get him there."
"Groups of four?"
"Like you said," the sprinter noted, "he won' get
through. Jus' one man... they'll get him."
Yet, moments later, the rider was seen again, farther
away and past the washes, heading for the more distant
of the twin hills. Kolanda swore, halted her platoon, and
pulled Caliban from beneath her breastplate. "Caliban!"
she snapped. "See for me now." She held the withered
heart to her forehead without ceremony.
"She is arrogant," the whispering voice said. "She will
require special attention when... ah?" The voice be-
came a hiss. "Glenshadow!"
"See for me!" Kolanda ordered. "The man on the
horse, what is he doing?"
The view closed on the distant rider, who was swerv-
ing to climb the hill, then shifted to the hilltop, Kolanda
stiffened. The wizard there stood immobile, arms out-
stretched, and shone with a green glare that seemed to
burn through her skin. She jerked Caliban away from
her forehead. "What is that?"
"She doesn't know what has hurt us," the feathery
voice whispered. The heart vibrated in the Commander's
hand, the air sizzled and trembled, and Caliban loosed a
bolt of pure energy across the miles, aimed at the wizard
on the hill
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