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. She stood there with her back' to us then, the light from
the green sky doing strange things to her hair.
I came up beside her and followed the direction of her gaze. On a
distant plain, far below us and to the left, a large black funnel spun like
a top. It seemed the source of the roaring sound we had been hearing. The
ground; appeared to be cracked beneath it. I stared for several minutes, but
it did not change in form or position. Finally, I cleared my throat.
"Looks like a big tornado," I said, "not going anyplace."
"That's why I want you to walk the new Pattern," she' told me. "I think
it's going to get us unless we get it first."
CHAPTER 3
If you had a choice between the ability to detect falsehood and the
ability to discover truth, which one would you take? There was a time when I
thought they were different ways of saying the same thing, but I no longer
believe that. Most of my relatives, for example, are almost as good at
seeing through subterfuge as they are at perpetrating it. I'm not at all
sure, though, that they care much about truth: On the other hand, I'd always
felt there was something noble, special, and honorable about seeking truth-a
thing I'd attempted with Ghostwheel. Mandor had made me wonder, though. Had
this made me a sucker for truth's opposite?
Of course, it's not as cut and dried as all that
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