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talent..."

A snort of derision from the first voice interrupted. "Like that will happen ..."

"With no talent," the other voice steadily continued, "there is no concern. With talent ... well ... he'll have to survive out here first and the teachings of the Oak Father will ensure he gains a balanced perspective. If he gets far enough he can decide if he wishes to reclaim what we have hidden."

"And if he has not inherited your priorities? Power corrupts ..." the first voice asked and faded into silence.

"Faith, my friend, faith. The precognitions are favorable ..."

The first voice angrily interrupted, "This is not betting at the mage fairs! The stakes ..."

Startled, I started to cry, halting their conversation.

The second voice snarled, "Take the reins; we need to meet Rafael and Balek at the obelisk by moon rise ..."

I waved my arms around to show my displeasure at all the noise. The blanket shifted again, letting the sun blind me once more ...

With a start I shook my head and opened my eyes to see Madame Wintershivan's hands at the sides of my head. She seemed even more startled than me as she pulled her hands away and leaned back in her chair seemly exhausted.

"What the hell was that? ... What did you do?" I said still trying to

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