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realized something he may need to know. Also, I want to get back on his
wrist._

"I'll give his Trump a try," she said, "though if he's in the Courts I'll
probably not be able to reach him."

I heard her open a drawer, and moments later I listened to her fumbling
with cards. I tried to tune in on her thoughts as she manipulated them, but I
could not.

"Sorry," she said, after a time. "I can't seem to get through to him."

_Thanks for trying,_ I told her.

"When did you get separated from Merlin?" she asked.

_It was the day the Powers met in the back hall,_ I said.

"What sort of spell did Merlin get caught up in?"

_One that was hanging fairly free in Brand's quarters. You see,
Merlin's and Brand's rooms being next door to each other, he'd entered out of
curiosity when the wall fell during the confrontation._

"Frakir, I don't think that was an accident," she said. "One Power or the
other probably arranged for things to be so."

_Seems likely when one thinks about it, Princess._

"What do you want to do now? I'll be glad to help," she said.

_I'd like to find a way to get back to Merlin,_ I said. _He's
had a general aura of danger about him for some time--to which I am particularly
sensitive._

"I understand," she said, "and I'll find a way. It may take a few days,
but I'll figure something."

_All right. I'll wait,_ I said. _I've no real choice in the
matter._

"You're welcome to stay with me till that happens."

_I'll do that,_ I said. _Thanks._

I found a comfortable-looking table and wrapped myself about one of its
legs. I went into stasis then, if one needs a word for it. It is not sleep, as
there is no loss of consciousness. But there is no thinking in the conventional
sense either. I just sort of spread out my awareness and _am_, until I
am needed.