Help me back into bed now if you wanted ' Paul said. 'If I sounded mad I'm sorry. I was just excited. ' 'That's all right Paul. ' She still sounded awed. .

Look at your hand shake. " Tylendel looked at the trembling of his hands with a certain amount of surprise. "Sicker then. Too sick to do anything but lie here. What I need you to do is to sneak into Savil's room and get me two books. They're proscribed; nobody except very high-level Herald-Mages are even supposed to know they exist and Savil is one of only three here at Haven who have copies. " Vanyel felt.
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