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We watched the damned thing spin for some time, bigger and noisier.
Finally, "What have you proved?" I asked him.
"That you have no patience," he answered.
There was nothing particularly instructive to the phenomenon, but I
continued to watch it anyway:
Abruptly, the sound became a stutter. The dark apparition jerked about'
suddenly, shaking off bits of accumulated debris as it contracted. Soon it
was restored to its former size, and it hit its earlier pitch and the sound
grew steady once more.
"How did you do that?" I asked him.
"I didn't," he said. "It adjusted itself."
"It shouldn't have," Fiona stated.
"Exactly," he replied.
"You've lost me," I said.
"It should have gone roaring right on, stronger than ever, after he'd
augmented it that way," Fiona said. "But whatever is controlling it had
other plans. So it was readjusted."
". . . And it is a Chaos phenomenon," Mandor continued. "You could see
that in the way it drew upon Chaos when I provided the means. But that
pushed it past some limit, and there was a correction. Someone is playing
with the primal forces themselves out there. Who or what or why, I cannot
say. But I think it's strong testimony that the Pattern isn't involved. Not
with Chaos games. So Merlin is probably correct. I think that this business
has its origin elsewhere."
"All right," Fiona conceded
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