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. "I want to study-"
The Sign of the Logrus flashed between us suddenly. She must have seen
it or felt it somehow, too, because she drew back at the same instant I did.
I turned my head with sure knowledge as to what I would see.
Mandor had mounted the battlementlike wall of stone. He stood as still
as if he were a part of it, his arm, upraised. I suppressed my first
impulse, which was to shout to him to stop. He knew what he was doing. And I
was certain that he would not pay me the slightest heed, anyway.
I advanced to the notch in which he had taken his position, and I
looked past him at the swirling thing on the cracked plain far below.
Through the image of the Logrus, I felt the dark, awful rush of power that
Suhuy had revealed to me in his final lesson. Mandor was calling upon it now
and pouring it into the shadow-storm. Did he not realize that the force of
Chaos he was unleashing must spread until it had run a terrible course?
Could he not see that if the storm were indeed a manifestation of Chaos then
he was turning it into a truly monstrous thing?
It grew larger. Its roaring increased in volume. It became frightening
to watch it.
From behind me, I heard Fiona gasp.
"I hope you know what you're doing," I called to him.
"We'll know in about a minute," he replied, lowering his arms.
The Sign of the Logrus winked out before me
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