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raised himself to hands and knees with quaking hope. But his
response held only firm conviction.

"I swear it! I have come back because I am needed. There
approaches the time of greatest effort, but greatest risk also. Let
me play my part hi the Masters* mighty labor, Dark Father, as I was
meant to!"

He couldn't hear the current of thoughts that passed among them.
Amon's sawtooth voice came again. "I see what is in your thoughts,
for they are open to me. Your Masters' might waxes plentiful now,
but will be diverted more and more into the enchantment they forge
as time goes on. They must work undisturbed, and though the
chance of hindrance is slim, yet it must be eliminated. Begin your
work, search out that last source of peril. But be warned: your
Masters and I, and my terrible Overlord, are engaged hi other
struggles, other enterprises. You must be self-reliant, or be
swallowed up in that final Night we shall found."

Then Amon was gone, between one heartbeat and another.

The ring of light began to move, to lead the sorcerer back out of
the Fane. He lurched at first, drunk on the enormity of it but his
stride soon became surer, stronger, with his incredible good
fortune. Raw power swelled hun, of magic and personal force.

Yardiff Bey's feet were set once more, on the thrill-path of
conquest

Chapter One

What are MacDonald's antecedents, after all? Dropout, drifter,
product of popular-culture eclecticism. His sole sustained adult
endeavor revolved around a war that estranged him from his
society. An absurd background for a young man caught up in meta-
eventst

from EDWARD VAN DUYN'S personal journal, The Infinite
Parallax

TIRED, he chose not to sleep. Too often lately, he'd awakened hi
saturating sweat from tremulations of the soul.

Gil MacDonald sat without lamp or candle, before the dying
embers of the hearthfire in his room. In them, he saw racing
horsemen and swords malting- hornet-darts of light in the night. On
a night filled with just those things, his lover had died.

He raised his right hand, the one that had held the Lady Duskwind's