Chapter Seven
"Four Out of Five"M
ohg was correct when he assumed the old gate was broken. It was not broken in the sense that it would never work again, however, but like a stream clogged with branches. Deep within the essence charged to keep the line alive, something else writhed to be free.
That night, a spark flickered within the gate and jumped from stone to stone. An observant eye might have noticed that the spark was repeating the formulae Bodb tried earlier. The only eye available to watch the eerie display was the asrai, who came there by means of an underground stream that surfaced nearby. She knew what was happening. Irritably, she slapped her tail in the mud.
Like the sun, the gate filled with light. The sprite winced; her eyes were not made to withstand the intensity. A fi
