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into his belt pouch. As leader of the mercenaries, he would have beenentitled to an extra share of all
treasure anyway, so the scarred commander felt no qualms about what he did.

тАЬKentril?тАЭ

The captain bit back his startlement. Turning, he faced the one who had so stealthily approached him.
Somehow, Gorst could always manage to move in silence when he chose to, despite his oxlike
appearance.

Running one hand through his hair, Kentril tried to pretend that he had done nothing wrong. тАЬGorst! I
thought youтАЩd been helping our esteemed employer with his tools and calculating devices! What brings
you here?тАЭ

тАЬThe magic man . . . he wants to see you, Kentril.тАЭ Gorst had a smile on his round face. Magic
fascinated him as it did many small children, and while so far the Vizjerei sorcerer had shown little in the
way of spells, the brutish mercenary seemed to enjoy the incomprehensible and enigmatic devices and
objects Quov Tsin had brought with him.

тАЬTell him IтАЩll be along in a little bit.тАЭ

тАЬHe wants to see you now,тАЭ the bronzed figure returned, his tone that of one who could not understand
why someone would not want to rush over immediately to find out what the Vizjerei desired. Gorst
clearly believed that some wondrous spectacle of sorcery had to be imminent and any delay by his friend
in returning to Tsin would only mean prolonging the waiting.

Knowing the futility of holding off and realizing suddenly that he had reason to talk to the Vizjerei,
Captain Dumon shrugged. тАЬAll right. WeтАЩll go see the magic man.тАЭ

As he started past Gorst, the giant abruptly asked, тАЬCan I see it, Kentril?тАЭ

тАЬSee what?тАЭ

тАЬWhat you found.тАЭ

Kentril almost denied having found anything, but Gorst knew him better than anyone. With a slight
grimace, he carefully withdrew the brooch and held it in his palm sothat only the other mercenary could
see he had anything at all.

Gorst gave him a wide grin. тАЬPretty.тАЭ

тАЬListenтАФтАЭ Kentril began.

But the massive fighter had already started past him, leaving the captain to feel foolish about his
attempted subterfuge. He never knew completely what Gorst thought, but it seemed that to his friend the
matter of the brooch had been satisfied, and now they needed to move on. GorstтАЩs тАЬmagic manтАЭ awaited
them, obviously a far more interesting subject to the mercenary leaderтАЩs companion than any picture of a
centuries-dead female.

They found Tsin impatiently scurrying around a display of stones, alchemaic devices, and other tools of
his disreputable trade. Every now and then, the balding sorcerer would scribble notes on a parchment