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"More ruins," Chestal Thicketsway declared, pointing
about. "There might have been a city here once. Maybe
the Cataclysm -"
"Much older than that," Glenshadow the Wanderer
said. "Oh, far older than that. Ages old. The legends say
it was a city in the Age of Dreams."
"Legends say?" Chane Feldstone growled. 'You're a
wizard. Don't you know?"
"Not without a powerful spell for time-seeing," the
winter voice rasped. "And I'll cast no spells in this place.
Strange things happen to magic here."
Near them, somewhere close, something seemed to
agree... something that lamented the fact.
"It's said there was a city in this valley," the wizard con-
tinued. "And in the city was a king, who captured and
held in bond the source of all magic. The king's name was
Gargath."
"How could he capture the source of magic?" Chess
asked, excitedly. "Do you suppose it is still here?"
"No. Only the place where it was once held, and the
device that held it. A god-wrought thing called Spell-
binder. It still has power, though. Power enough to con-
fuse and bind even the highest orders of spell."
"Misery," something voiceless seemed to say.
"Is that what's wrong with my spell?" Chess asked,
looking around. "He's bound?"
The wizard nodded. "Most likely."
"He certainly doesn't seem to be very happy about it,"
the kender noted
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