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. Now, the terrain around the Keep fluctuates quite a bit, but I'm
not positive that's the reason for the blockage. The place is a power
center, and I think it possible that someone diverted some of that power
into a shielding spell. A good enough magician might be able to drill
through it with a Trump, but I've a feeling that the force required would
probably set off some psychic ; alarm and destroy any element of surprise."
"What does the place look like, anyway?'' she asked.
"Well . . . ," I began. "Here." I took my notebook and Scripto from my
shirt pocket and sketched. "See, all of this area is volcanic." I scribbled
in a few fumaroles and wisps of smoke. "And this part is Ice Age." More
scribbles. "Ocean here, mountains here. . . ."
"Then it sounds as if your best bet is to use the Pattern again," she
said, studying the drawing and shaking her head.
"Yes."
"Do you think you'll be doing it soon?"
"Possibly."
"How will you attack them?"
"I'm still working on that."
"If there's any sort of way that I can help you, I meant what I said."
"There isn't."
"Don't be so sure. I'm well trained. I'm resourceful. I even know a few
spells."
"Thanks," I said. "But no."
"No discussion?"
"Nope."
"If you change your mind. . . ."
"I won't."
". . . Let me know."
We reached the Concourse, moved along it
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