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There remained only the panther, crouched over Rieve,
his heavy paw still planted firmly in the middle of the
mage's chest. The slight young man scratched the big cat's
ears idly, smiling as though he had only dropped in for a
cup of something warm to take the chill out of the night.
"Four more changes we need, friend Rieve," the young
man murmured. "I will effect one after you effect three."
Rieve panted something, and the squirrel thought it must
be hard getting enough air to speak with the panther leaning
so heavily on him.
"Do I take that for agreement?"
"Do I - do I have a choice?" Rieve asked sourly.
"Well, yes. We always have choices. Yours, however,
are limited."
Rieve swallowed hard, recognized the limits, and
nodded. The squirrel flashed his tail and scurried around in
his cage.
CAT! PYTR! WATCH! WATCH! THEY'RE GOING
TO DO MORE CHANGES! PYTR? PYTR, WHERE
ARE YOU?
Pytr was gone. Or the cat was gone, anyway, replaced by
a stocky, golden-haired man who wore around one wrist a
slim bracelet of braided leather.
And the wren, who had clung so fearfully to the edge of
the table near the squirrel's cage during the whole splendid
attack only moments ago, was gone as well
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