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its tartness around my tongue and swallowed, Pleased, I emptied the cup.

Rawl refilled it, said casually, "With that frown 'twixt your eyes, Sir Collin, I'm bound to
think you've a second thought as to our gerd hunt."

"To the hunt, no! To the company we'll be keeping, yes!" I nodded down the field
toward one of a number of pavilions around which were a half-dozen warriors and dottle
mounts. "Sir Soolis, yon young Lord of Bleese has had no love for me of late. Now he seeks
me out-and with the gift of a riding gerd, if we can take it. Why would he do this?"

"Why else? You're the 'Collin.' Heeeeyyyy-" Rawl squinted at me with laughter in his
eyes. "You've qualms of Soolis? Why, my lord, did he come at us with all the Bleesian Army,
just you and I and Hoggle could take the lot of them. Nay, lord. He'll play no tricks; though I
wish to the gods he'd try."

"'Tis the thing of the eyes," I said softly.

He was instantly alert. "You think again of the Dark One, of the Kaleen?"

"I do."

"Then you believe It true, what you said at council-that he's come again to Marack?"

"I do," I repeated.

Rawl's grin grew wider, the original blithe spirit. His eyes shone. "Would it were true,
my lord, This time we'll pursue the bastard across the River-sea. We'll take the whole of Om.
We'll storm the gates of Hish itself. . ."

I sighed. "He knows our strength now. I doubt we'll have that chance."

"Our magick, too, was greater."

"'Twas not our magick," I said, unthinking.

"You mean, 'twas yours?"

"Nay." I shrugged impatiently. "But 'twas not ours."

He frowned. At the far pavilion the stocky Sir Soolis, bereft now of armor, was
donning a fresh jupon and furs,...

In Galactic Foundation listings, Fregis was called Camelot; the indisputable facts
being that other than a classical, medieval culture and the like, spells, enchantments, and
dark wizardry, as practiced by Fregis' sorcerers, really worked. Moreover, the planet was an
occultists', alchemists', metaphysicists' paradise.

Foundation Center had been aware of this anomaly for quite some time. Indeed, over
a period of two galactic centuries assigned Watchers-opposite-sexed pairs with a high
compatibility potential-had forever apprised them of these facts.