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the Orb. There was a great sadness in his face, and my heart wept to
see it. There was also a reddened mark on his cheek that I didn't
understand.

But Belzedar saw what I hadn't almost at once.

"Master!" he said with a note of panic in his voice.

"Where is the jewel? Where is the Orb of power?" I wish I'd paid
closer attention to the sound of his voice. I might have been able to
avert a lot of things if I had.

"Torak, my brother, hath taken it away with him," our Master replied,
and his voice had almost the sound of weeping in it.

"Quickly!" Belzedar exclaimed.

"We must pursue him and reclaim the Orb before he escapes us! We are
many, and he is but one!"

"He is a God, my son," Aldur said.

"Numbers mean nothing to him."

"But, Master," Belzedar said desperately, "we must reclaim the Orb!

It must be returned to us!" And I still didn't realize what was going
on in Belzedar's mind. My brains must have been asleep.

"How did thy brother obtain thine Orb from thee, Master?" Beltira
asked.

"Torak conceived a desire for the jewel," Aldur said, "and he besought
me that I should give it to him. When I would not, he smote me and
took the Orb and ran."

That did it! Though the jewel was wondrous, it was still only a
stone.

The fact that Torak had struck my Master, however, brought flames into
my brain. I threw off my cloak, bent my will into the air before me,
and forged a sword with a single word. I seized the sword and leapt to
the window.

"No!" my Master said, and the word stopped me as if a wall had been
placed before me.

"Open!" I commanded, slashing at that unseen wall with the sword I'd
just made.