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. "Where is a good place for her to rest deeply?" he asked
me.
"Through there," I said, indicating the doorway to the next room.
He took her by the hand and led her away. After a time, I heard him
speaking softly, and then there was only silence. He emerged a little later,
and I went to the door and glanced inside. She was stretched out on my bed.
I did not see any of his metal spheres in the neighborhood.
"She's out of it?" I said.
"For a long time," he replied.
I looked at Jasra, who was glancing down into the mirror.
"Are you ready?" I inquired.
She regarded me through lowered lashes.
"How do you propose transporting us?" she asked.
"Do you have an especially tricky means of getting us in?"
"Not at the moment."
"Then I will be calling upon the Ghostwheel to take us there."
"Are you certain it is safe? I've conversed with that . . . device. I
am not sure it is trustworthy."
"It's fine;" I. said. "Any spells you want to prime first?"
"Not necessary. My . . . resources should be in good order."
"Mandor?"
I heard a clicking sound from somewhere within his cloak.
"Ready," he said.
I withdrew the Ghostwheel Trump and studied it. I began my meditation.
Then I reached. Nothing happened. I tried again, recalling, tuning,
expanding. I reached again, calling, feeling. . . .
"The door
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