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smiles. Without taking his attention from Gregory further, he motioned for
Joram to move in and read with him, felt the increased potential as Joram's
familiar presence bolstered his own awareness of the mind they read.
Backed by Joram's steady touch of mind and hand, he let himself sink into
his own deep trancing, reaching out at successively lower levels for the telltale
signs of Deryni potential which were no longer there in Gregory. He could feel
Joram's incredulity in tandem with his own, felt a slight twinge of dread as the
thought simultaneously crossed his and Joram's minds that use of this
particular technique could be a threat to any Deryni; thanked God that the
Healers were bound by so rigid a code of ethics. What a weapon for Deryni to
use against Deryni!
But he dared not dwell on that further. Surfacing enough to function on a
physical plane as well as a mental one again, he signed for Rhys to join them in
the deep rapport, to work his Healing magic and restore what he had taken
away, while he and Joram observed. He felt Rhys join the linkage and withdrew
enough for Rhys to take control, felt the Healer slip deep into union and reach
out.
 A twist, a psychic wrenching, gentle but persistentтАФ and suddenly
Gregory's mind was as it had been, sleeping and controlled still, but completely
restored to the fullness of his Deryni potentials. Camber was shaking his head
even as the three of them withdrew, too stunned by what he had witnessed to
do more than stare at his son-in-law in amazement. He could not seem to find
his voice. Rhys finally broke the silence.
"You didn't really believe me, did you?" the Healer said, as he reinforced
Gregory's Healing sleep and then broke off all contact. "Let's go into the other
room. He needs to rest."
Without a word, Camber followed, his mind still examining the implications
of what he had just seen and felt. When they had settled down on stools and in
chairs beside the fire in the outer room, it was Joram who spoke.
"All right, how did you do it?"
Rhys laced his fingers together on his knees and shook his head slightly. "I
think it's a Healer's function, Joram. I did it inadvertently the first time, while
working at a very deep level, and I couldn't reverse it until I'd gone down deep
again. The process seems to require the same kind of energy expenditure as an
actual Healing."
"Is it more difficult?" Camber asked.
"No, it'sтАФdifferent. I suspect that one could become quite adept at this, after
a while, but I don't really see that it's worth the effort. I mean, what good is it to
take away someone's powers? Now, giving powers this easilyтАФthat's another
story."
Joram snorted as he shifted closer to the fire. "Humph. I can't say that it's
done Cinhil that much good to have such powers. Nor would I have been
unhappy to see Imre or Ariella lose theirs. It could have saved a lot of needless
deaths."
"True," Rhys agreed. "However, gaining Imre's and Ariella's cooperation
might have been another matter. Gregory was easy. He was drugged to a
fare-thee-well the first time, already in Healing sleep, totally trusting me to do
what needed to be done. One could hardly ask that of an enemy. At this point, I
don't know whether I could have done it to a conscious subject or not."
"You mean, if Gregory hadn't already been unconscious, you don't think you