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. Tanis jerked first one hand, then the other
tightly behind the mage's back and held him firmly with a knee in
the small of his back.
Frightened, filled with terror and despair, Riana's moaning sobs
came to the half-elf. A bitter oath in dwarven told him that Flint
was unharmed.
"Let Daryn go, mage," Tanis ordered tightly. "It's over. Let him
go."
Shuddering and gasping for breath, Gadar twisted his head to
glare at his captor. His voice, as hard as ice and steel, was a
grating snarl. "It is not over until the spell-caster declares it over.
And do not think to try to free him from the magic's circle.
Whoever crosses its borders now will not live an instant."
"There is no reason to hold him now. Let him go."
"No reason in your eyes, reason enough in mine." Gadar coughed
and shuddered. For a moment Tanis thought he saw the old man's
eyes dim, the black glitter of hatred awash with grief. "But even
that may be gone now, vanished at last, despite all I have done."
Grim purpose darkened the mage's face again. "No! I will fight to
the end! Fight as I have always fought!"
Knowing that he must strike before Gadar could begin to work
his magic, Tanis raised his fist. But Gadar was an old man! And
tired, by the look of him. OLD AND WEARY, a dry, cracked voice
whispered in his mind, AND IT WILL TAKE ONLY ONE BLOW,
YOUNG MAN, ONLY ONE IF YOU CHOOSE TO DEAL IT OUT
AGAINST SO FRAGILE AN OPPONENT
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