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"No, Karel!" His voice was hollow, echoing already with the
abandoned agony of the phantoms who haunted the castle.
The chamber shrieked with thwarted power, magic set free of
the channels Gadar had forced it into. Daryn grasped his friend's
shoulder, shoved him hard, and sent him spinning to the floor.
Writhing in agony so hideous that he could force no sound
from his gaping mouth, Daryn collapsed, twitching and hunching
against the pain. Then, hissing and spitting, the rainbow lights
faded, drifted aimlessly for a moment, and vanished.
There was no longer a life to capture within the enchanted
circle.
In the stricken silence, surrounded by the thinning power and
the dawning knowledge of the sacrifice Daryn had made, Tanis
moved instinctively to Riana.
Stunned, she took a stumbling step toward the now-harmless
circle where her brother lay. Tanis caught her back and guided her
carefully to Karel. On his knees, his head bowed, Karel reached
blindly for her hand.
"Why?" she asked, the question torn painfully from her
weeping heart. "Why, Karel?"
Karel held her closely but did not reply. He looked up at Tanis
as though to ask the same question. But Tanis had no answer.
Behind him he heard the mage groan, stir, and then fall quiet. For
all the sound of his own harsh breathing and Riana's weeping, the
chamber seemed suddenly silent. The old mage no longer
breathed.
There must be answers, but the mage was not going to give them
now
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