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Something like a smile ran over the lips of the thing's face. The
head turned slowly away.
"Magus," said the thing, "concern yourself not with the ring. Turn
your pleasure to other matters. You probe the reaches of unseen
planes and manipulate the destiny of worlds. Neither the ring nor
its wearer will be your concern past the setting of the sun this
day."
There was a long silence during which neither monster nor
summoner moved.
"That is not the answer I asked of you," said the Magus.
For a time, there was no response from the thing. Then its
heads chuckled heavily, and the sound rolled across the room.
"I have spoken," it said, then vanished into the circle of violet
light and darkness as if it had been a shadow.
The Magus stood before the circle long afterward, head bowed
in thought. Just as it occurred to Tasslehoff that he would have to
breathe or explode, the Magus turned and walked to a hidden door
that closed quickly behind him.
Tasslehoff, bathed in sweat, leaned against the wall. If the
Magus caught him now, he would die. He looked down at the
emerald ring and wondered how long he would be able to hide
before the Magus found him at last.
Twenty minutes later Tasslehoff arrived at another barred
window, this one looking into a musty library lit by candles on a
tabletop. Struggling and gasping, the kender squeezed through the
bars and dropped onto a bookshelf, climbing down to the floor
from there
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