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expect."

Wind brushed his face, hot and strangely dry, blown off the surface of
the Hadeshorn in a sudden gust. It caught the robes of the shade and
caused them to billow like smoke.

-If you would know the future, you would try to change it. If you
would try to change it, you would damage your soul. Do you ask me to
allow this--

"No. I ask you to better prepare me for the choices I will be asked to
make."

-You are a Druid. You cannot be better prepared than you already are-

"Then give me a reason to think that what I do is right!"

Walker heard the desperation in his voice and was displeased with it.
The shade seemed equally so. The waters over which it hovered spat and
hissed in sudden fury, boiling up like a hot kettle heated by fresh
fuel. Walker felt the familiar uncertainty, the unease of speaking
with the dead, of confronting one who even in life had been so much
more capable than he, of one who had known no equal and experienced no
defeat.

-Take the map and follow it. Follow it as you would a thread unraveled
from a cloak of darkness. Wind it about your finger and when you reach
its end, weave it back together once more. You will know what to do-

It was an unsatisfying response that told Walker nothing, and in a mix
of disappointment and frustration he came to his feet.

"What am I to do with the magic I seek, once it is found?" The
Hadeshorn hissed anew, but he ignored it. His voice tightened. "Yours
is the collective knowledge of all the Druids. You must know of the
magic's potential, of its power. It can destroy everything regained if
it is not used well.

-Everything-

"Then tell me how to prevent that from happening! Am I to take
everything I find - all of it? What part am I to give to the races?
What should be held back and what put to use? I can't see far enough
into the future to comprehend the answers!"

A booming cough shook the ground beneath his feet, and a growl rose
from within the earth.

-A shade has no right to tell the living what they need. Only the
living can make that decision. You must make it for all, because that