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. "Why did this
happen? How could it happen? Why didn't any of the wise
foresee this?" Over and over again she repeated these
words, her feet tracing the circular path of her thoughts out
upon the grime-encrusted wooden floor.
"I must talk to him," she said to herself suddenly. "He is
magi, after all. He may know some way . . . some way to ...
help. . . .Yes! I'll talk to him."
Grabbing up her scarf, she wound it around her face again
and cautiously opened the door. The hallway was empty
and she started to creep out when she realized she had no
idea which room was his.
"Perhaps he isn't even staying the night," she said,
sagging against the door frame in despair. "What would I
say to him anyway?" Turning, she started back into her
room when she stopped. "No, I MUST find him!" she said
and closed the door firmly so that she might not be tempted
back inside. "If he isn't up here yet, I'll go after him."
Moving down the hall, Amberyl crept near each door,
listening. Behind some she heard groans and muttered oaths
and hurriedly shied away from these, realizing that her
attackers were inside, recovering from their fray with the
mage and his brother. At another door there was the shrill
giggle of a female and the deeper laughter of a man
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