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. Then Caliban went cold in Kolanda's palm.
"An element protects him," it whispered. "I could not
reach him."
"Is his magic more powerful than yours?" the woman
snapped.
"She doesn't understand," Caliban whispered. "It is
not his magic. It is something else. Wait... ah. The man
has taken it. Now Glenshadow is revealed. Now I can
fight him. Hold me up. I must draw power from you."
"Wait," Kolanda commanded. "The thing he had, that
the rider has now, is that what the dwarf is seeking?"
"She plays at riddles," the dry voice grated. "Hold me
up."
Kolanda felt the familiar tingling in her skin as Caliban
started to restore his energy for another attack, drawing
from her own reserves. Abruptly she dropped the with-
ered thing, letting it hang on its thong outside her breast-
plate. 'You will obey me," she commanded. "Obey or
find no source for your magic. Without me, you are
nothing. We do this my way. Do you agree?"
"She oversteps," the voice whispered, distant and dry.
"She will pay when the time is right. It must be so."
"Another time, we can discuss it," she said. "But now,
do you agree?"
"How can we fight as two?" the ancient voice insinu-
ated. "When I am at rest her armor hides me, and hides
all from me except her. When I am in use, she must hold
me in contact with her; she can do nothing else
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