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. Dull,
will-bereft, it held none of the steady confidence he knew
as Daryn's. He trembled inwardly, nauseated by the
realization that it was not Daryn's will that made his friend
answer, but someone else's.
Somewhere, out of his sight, Karel heard the snap and
sign of a fire. The bitter scent of burning wormwood
tainted the cool air.
"Hear me, Daryn, Teorth's son."
Karel squeezed his eyes shut as that commanding voice
dropped to a secret, murmuring chant. He felt the stone floor start
to hum and vibrate. Magic!
Tension, so thick and real that he might have been able to reach
out and touch it, filled the very air of the chamber. Leaping flames
cast black shadow and lurid light through the room. The tension of
the magic's power burst and filled the chamber with the dancing
rainbows of light.
Daryn moaned. The sound came from deep within his heart,
winding and writhing, and touched Karel's soul with dread. He
struggled against his invisible bonds. His muscles shrieked with
the effort, his head filled to bursting with pain. The sweat of his
effort stung his eyes, splintered the shimmering rainbows of
magic's light into shards of furious color.
"Daryn!" he gasped. But Daryn did not respond. He could not.
In a bloody circle, stunned with magic, dazed by his own
horrified realization that Gadar clutched his soul, Daryn screamed.
Though Tanis scouted carefully once they'd crossed the scree
and entered the little valley, he found no sign that the black castle
was guarded
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