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. "And even for this place your arrivals were somewhat . . .
unusual-leading me to conclude that at least one of you is associated with
magic."
I nodded.
"Your own comings and goings might give one pause," I observed.
"I keep my paws to myself," he replied. "Which is more than Luke can
say."
"What do you mean?"
"He's caught in a contagious trap."
"How does it work?" I asked.
But he was gone again, and this time the grin went too.
Contagious trap? That seemed to indicate that the problem was Luke's,
and that I had been sucked into it in some fashion. This felt right, though
it still gave me no idea as to what the problem was or what I might do about
it.
I reached for my tankard. If I couldn't solve my problem, I might as
well enjoy it. As I took a slow sip I became aware of a strange pair of
pale, burning eyes
gazing into my own. I hadn't noticed them before, and the thing that
made them strange was that they occupied a shadowy comer of the mural across
the room from me
that, and the fact that they were ,moving, drifting slowly to my left.
It was kind of fascinating, when I lost sight of the eyes but was still
able to follow whatever it was from the swaying of grasses as it passed into
the area toward which I had been headed earlier. And far, far off to my
rightbeyond Luke-I now detected a slim gentleman in a dark jacket, palette
and brush in hand, who was slowly extending the mural
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