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wildly across his cabin and appeared to be searching with the same frantic desperation that TristamтАЩs
body yearned for theregisphysic. It was worse than a hunger, worse than starving, Tristam was sure. The
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determination.,

/would not take it now if it was freely offered, Tristam vowed. /would not. He shut his eyes and
struggled against the images that tried to form in his mind. Theregis, he knew, would stop these
nightmares, stop the feelings of anxiety and melancholia, restore his vitality and usual optimism. It would
do all of these thingsтАж temporarily.

Time, he almost whispered.Time will restore me, and I will not be in thrall to the seed. Like LlewellynтАж

The doctor may have convinced Stern that he neededonly the smallest handful of regisseed, butTristam
knewbetter. Unless Llewellyn had a strength of will like no other, there waslittle chance that the doctor
would evergive up the physic willingly. Not after so many months of servitude.

Who else had become enslaved by the physic, Tristam wondered? Benjamin RawdonтАЩs wife, or was
that story entirely fabricated? Trevelyan, Tristam was now sure, or at least the baron had once been
enslaved. Now he might be freeтАж and quite mad. Not a comforting thought.

Tristam pressed his eyes closed, feeling ill and fragile. Two weeks he had lain in this state, improving so
slowly that it was impossible for him to see a difference day to day. His mind had been affected as well,
unable to focus, to follow a train of thought, to draw on his hitherto excellent memory.

And there were other changes that were equally disconcerting.Of all people, 1 should never have taken
the seed, Tristam thought. He had begun to realize that he was aware of things that he could not possibly
knowтАФor at least there was an illusion of knowledge. Like Trevel-yanтАЩs habituation toregisтАФit seemed
perfectly obvious to him now (how could he have not seen before?). Or LlewellynтАЩs inability to break
free of the seed. He knew also that Llewellyn was something else altogether. Knew it as though the man
had told him.

Tristam wondered, for the thousandth time, if he were going mad.

not quite what he appeared, as astonishing as that seemed. Only the duchess eluded him. Only the
duchess kept her secrets, though he was not sure how. She had some talent of her own, he thought,
though she made efforts to hide it. That night at her home she had not let Bertillon suspect. Unlike Tristam
who had blundered on like a foolтАж bringing an Entonne marauder after them.

Too much knowledge, Tristam thought. /can barely hold a thought for two minutes. Can I trust these
insights? But somehow they were undeniable.Perhaps the delusional always feel this.

The most frightening realizations had to do withhimself. Tristam realized now that to become a mage was
not to learn a difficult artтАФthoughit was that, tooтАФbut more than anything, it was a transformation. A
transformation that Tristam had begun; perhaps when he had first touched the leaf of aregisplant, but
certainly when he drank from the fount at the Farrow Ruin, and then climbed up to look into the volcano.