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pile. “The Silver Drake removed her curse. It took him a few months, but he has recovered, and he sent me with this message. He said you would know what to do next.”
    Theosus nodded. “Interesting, but I wonder. What color are his eyes now?”
    “As blue as the midday sky.”
    “I see. Well, what is his disposition?”
    “His what?” Ganas asked.
    “Is he angry, happy, sad?”
    “I would say grumpy,” Rennon chimed in.
    Theosus chuckled. “That certainly sounds like him, but I hardly believe Morgoran would send a representative. He doesn’t trust anyone, you see.”
    Rennon’s face turned red. “Not even you?”
    “Especially not me.”
    “I am a fool for trying!” Rennon responded.
    “What did you say?” Theosus asked, a little surprised.
    Ganas put a finger to his temple and rubbed it as if he were getting a headache. “Rennon, we are not here to start up trouble,” he cautioned between clenched teeth.
    Rennon moved closer to Theosus. Hatred swelled within him, and he wasn’t sure why, but he knew he wanted to attack. “I said that your arrogance is only second to your obvious stupidity.” Rennon could see Theosus clearly did not approve. Rennon’s behavior was not something Theosus was used to seeing.
    “Perhaps I should have brought you Morgoran’s head for the sole purpose of proving his return to you. But, then again, what use to us would he be dead?”
    Theosus stood straight up, one eyebrow cocked at Rennon. “Why, I should—”
    “Rennon! What are you doing? You are not helping,” Ganas said, trying to diffuse the situation.
    “I don’t care, Ganas. This fool is of no help to us.”
    “Boy, you go too far.”
    Rennon clenched his teeth. “No, sir, I do not go far enough.”
    Theosus raised his hand to chest level. “You are in need of manners.” He made a hand gesture, and Rennon felt his legs stiffen. His chair came out from under him, and he stood up, ridged.
    He was not sure what Theosus had in mind, but he was not about to let him do it. He strengthened his will and thought of Theosus flying bodily against the back wall of the room. He released his thought, and Theosus tumbled backward. Bottles on the shelves shook and fell to the floor as Theosus met with the wall. Immediately Rennon’s fear took him. Theosus picked himself off the floor and leveled his red eyes at Rennon. Ganas took two steps back. Rennon braced for the worse.
    Theosus cracked his neck left and then right. With a gesture from Theosus Fiderea’s hand, Rennon froze. The white-haired man limped to the wall on the left side of the room and took down a wooden box. He opened the box and removed a glowing blue stone. Rennon cringed.
    “This is a Lora Daine,” Theosus said in a low voice. “Do you know what a Lora Daine does?” Rennon shook his head. “It’s a dragon stone.” Theosus whispered something to the stone. Rennon thought he heard the word Brendlewyre . “Here, boy.” He tossed the stone carelessly to Ganas, whose involuntary action was to catch it. As soon as the stone touched Ganas’ hands, he vanished in a haze of azure. Rennon began to conjure up thoughts to defend himself, but his mind was a jumble, and nothing tangent came to thought.
    “If you are trying to mindwield on me again, boy, save your strength. I only sent him away. Morgoran told you that I knew what to do, so trust that he was correct.” He looked at Rennon with contempt. “He also said that if he did not face me in person, look for a mindwielder. His eyes were clear at the time, and I dismissed his prediction like so many of his others, but here you stand. I must say, I would not have believed a mindwielder would be so bold as to face me here. I thought your kind was all but wiped out in the War of the Oracle.” He turned to another shelf. “But what must be done will be done. Morgoran asked me to give the mindwielder this tin of leaves.” He blew the dust off a small tin box. “The contents are magically sealed. I