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Mazarian
dropped
panels
across the
passage,
separating
man from
beast.
To both
he gave water.

Ah, you are fatigued.
you desire rest?

Think of the blue sky, the white
stars, your castle Miir by the river
Derna; think of wand-
ering free in the meadows.

Consider, you might
crush the little
dragon under your
heel.

I would prefer to crush
your neck, Mazarian.

Tell me, how do you
invest your vat-creatures
with intelligence?

Tell you?! And
then?! You would
kill me with hot
oil in a moment!

Wretched man,
I know how to
make you speak!
If your mouth
were stuffed,
waxed and
sealed, you
would speak!

Tomorrow I
take a nerve
from your
arm and draw
coarse cloth
along it's length.

Tonight, I
add an angle
and change
your run to
a pentagon

Turjan mused and looked up at
his enemy. With five angles
there would be less time to
evade the monster, less
of the hall in view from
one angle.

Tomorrow you will need
all your agility. Yet even
this I will spare you if you
assist me with another
problem...

The image of a woman haunts my
brain, and I would capture her.
Late afternoon she comes to the
edge of my garden riding a great
black horse. She has sorcery
enough to ward away Felojun's
second hypnotic spell, or per-
haps she has some protective
rune. When I approach, she
flees into the forrest. Who
might she be?

How can I say? Release me
Mazarian, and on my word as
a chosen hierarch of the
Maram-Or I will deliver you
this girl.

How
would you
do this?

Pursue her into the
forest with my best
live boots and a
head ful of spells.

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