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"Oh, not much," she replied. "This is from Shiika. Her messenger gave everyone down at the gate quite a shock."

"What happened?"

"Well, one of her daughters delivered it, and it seems that they can Teleport now just like their mother, any time they want. I guess the restoration of the Weave also restored some of the powers of the Demons too."

"Why would that surprise them? Don't they see magic things all the time?"

"You don't remember seeing them, do you?" Je

"No, not really."

"Well, let's just say that you don't forget seeing one of the Cambisi." She set it down and rubbed her temple. "Shiika's starting to a

"Why would she be so serious about it?" Tarrin asked.

"I say, you don't understand the power and advantage a city has when there are Sorcerers present," Phandebrass told him. "No city that has a Tower would usually ever get attacked by anyone, except for recent events, of course. They were rather remarkable circumstances, they were."

"Odds are, Shiika has some kind of ulterior motive," Je

"How can a Demon be a queen, anyway?" Tarrin asked. "Don't the people hate her?"

"Actually, she's the best thing to happen to Yar Arak in a thousand years," Je

"Maybe you should build another Tower."

"Until we get our numbers back up, we're not rebuilding anything," Je

"Why don't you tell her that?"

"I say, it's never wise to reveal your weaknesses, lad," Phandebrass told him seriously.

"Yah," Je

"Actually, it's not, Keeper," Phandebrass told her. "I need your best Mind weaver to help me isolate the exact means your brother's memory was attacked."

"I was hoping you'd ask for our help," Je

"I say, Amelyn is still alive?"

Je

"Yes, my Keeper?" his voice seemed to come out of the amulet, but it was a bit ti

"Could you come to my office? We need your expertise for a rather complicated problem."

"I'll be there in a few moments, Keeper."

"I see you wasted no time learning that," Phandebrass smiled.

"It does come in handy, Phandebrass," she said with a smile. "I thought Duncan was going to kiss my feet after I told him that he didn't have to send ru

Tarrin spent the time waiting for Je

"Why not?" he demanded, just a bit petulantly.

"Because you'd be like a bull in a glassblower's shop," she answered. "As strong as you are, there is no way you're going to go monkeying around with Sorcery right now."

"But you're teaching Jasana," he pointed out indignantly.

"Jasana isn't you," she said a bit crisply. "Look, Tarrin, you lost your memory, but you're very sensitive to echoes in the Weave. If I start teaching you and you get one of those that shows you something you can't control, there's no telling what might happen. To say that it would kill you would be a mild understatement."

Tarrin was considerably disappointed, but the sincere look in Je

"Just be patient, brother. You'll get it all back soon."

"I hope so."

Koran Dar arrived but a moment later, and Tarrin had to pause to admire the man. He was very, very tall, even taller than Tarrin, and had the same coppery colored skin that Camara Tal had. He had raven black hair too, just like Camara Tal, and he had ruggedly handsome features. He also had huge hands, Tarrin noted. No wonder Camara Tal was pining for him. He looked a very handsome fellow.

But it was his mind that Tarrin realized Camara Tal liked so much. After exchanging polite greetings with the Keeper, Je

"Alright, Tarrin," Koran Dar said in a calm, bass voice. "Sit down here, and let me say right now that you need to relax. I'm going to be using magic on you, and you're going to feel it inside your head. It's important that you don't fight with it. It's going to feel strange, but it's not going to hurt you, alright?"

"Alright," he said a little uncertainly, sitting down in the chair Koran Dar had indicated. The Amazon man pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him, and then reached out and put his hands on either side of Tarrin's face. Tarrin felt a little anxiety, but he figured that that was natural, considering that he was about to allow this man to use magic to look around inside his head. That took a considerable amount of trust, and only his trust in his sister's judgement was allowing him to go through with it. Tarrin felt it when Koran Dar used is Sorcery, felt that strange energy build up inside him, then could literally see the magic snake out of the nearly invisible magic that moved through the room and converge behind his eyes.

He was more than aware of when it started, for he did indeed feel the man's touch inside his head. It was the strangest feeling, and it wasn't entirely comfortable. Tarrin tensed up at the initial contact with it, as he felt something decidedly u

Gripping the arms of his chair tightly, Tarrin strove not to get too screwed up as Koran Dar's magical spell dug deeper into his mind, going past memories and dreams and into the more autonomic places, like subconscious and ego and even instincts. Every time Koran Dar's spell touched something, Tarrin felt it surge through his mind, like the touch had triggered it into action. He endured any number of primal impulses, anger, fear, even a strange overwhelming superiority to everyone else, and then Koran Dar's star moved even past those, even deeper, down into the blackest depths of his mind, where the only light was coming from the star itself. Even Tarrin lost the sense of the star as it went beyond his capacity to track, into the darkest tu