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. Forgive my
hesitation. I was surprised and did not get my defenses up in time. That was
really all there was to it. It will not happen again."
"I'm sure. But-"
"Did you spirit me away?" she interrupted. "Or did you actually fight
with Mask to get me free?"
"We fought," I said.
"In what condition did you leave Mask?"
"Buried under a pile of manure," I said.
She chuckled.
"Wonderful! I like a man with a sense of humor."
"I have to go back," I added.
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Because Mask is now allied with an enemy of mine - man named Jurt, who
desires my death."
She shrugged slightly.
"If Mask is no match for you, I fail to see where Mask and this man
should represent a great problem." Mandor cleared his throat.
"Begging your leave," he said. "But Jurt is a shape shifter and minor
sorcerer from the Courts. He also has power over Shadow."
"I suppose that would make something of a difference," she said.
"Not as much as what the two of them apparently plan to accomplish," I
told her. "I believe that Mask intends running Jurt through the same ritual
your late husband undertook-something involving the Fount of Power."
"No!" she cried, and she was on her feet, the rest of the wine mixing
with Nayda's spittle and a few old bloodstains on the Tabriz I'd purchased
for its delicately detailed pastoral scene
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