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. He knew
that it had little to do with his physical exhaustion. If any-
thing, he should require less in his weakened condition. No,
he realized, the cause was depression. The spark had some-
how gone out of his life, his quest for power suddenly
seemed less vital. With a start, he pinpointed the cause.
He had been goaded into pushing Perian Cyprium into
the Beast Pit. Everyone else - including the thane, it
seemed - bent his will to Pitrick's own so easily. He had
clawed his way from his lowly heritage in the bowels of
Theiwar City to the exalted position of the thane's adviser.
No one had ever liked him, but he was feared and respected
for his power, and he found fear and power to be the best
tools. Except on Perian.
She alone had resisted him, had, in a sense, bested him.
The hunchback had tried everything he could think of to
conquer her - physical abuse, magic, blackmail. But the
frawl soldier was stronger than he, and she told him repeat-
edly that she would rather die than suffer his touch. She was
heavily resistant to magic, perhaps because of her Hylar
blood; to have her by sorcery would have been a shallow
victory anyway
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