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"All we lack are some nice men, to keep us from being
lonely at night," said the blonde, smiling at Sturm. "And
now that's been taken care of, thanks to the Graygem. . . ."
"I'm going to go find Lord Gargath," said Palin,
standing up abruptly. But he was so dizzy that he
staggered, scattering cushions over the floor. "Are the rest
of you coming?" he asked, fighting this strange weakness
and wondering why his brothers didn't seem afflicted.
"Yes," said Tanin, extricating himself with difficulty
from the dark-haired beauty's embrace.
"Count on me, lad," said Dougan grimly.
"Sturm?" said Palin.
"Just leave me here," said Sturm. "I'll act as ... rear
guard. ..."
The women broke into merry laughter.
"Sturm!" Tanin repeated angrily.
Sturm waved his hand. "Go ahead, if you're so keen on
talking to some moldy old wizard, when you could be here,
enjoying ..."
Tanin opened his mouth again, his brows coming
together in anger. But Palin stopped him. "Leave this to
me," the young mage said with a twisted smile. Setting the
staff down carefully among the cushions, Palin lifted both
hands and held them out, pointing at Sturm. Then he began
to chant.
"Hey! What are you doing? Stop!" Sturm gasped
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