Chapter fifteen
Cendemar SequentHana and Eira sit together. The stones lie on the table before them, and Eira is shaking her head.
Do you see? she says sadly. The future seems so grim. And all because of that demon Maggrai.
Hana gazes thoughtfully at the stones. Maggrai? she whispers. Now I am not so sure...
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Tis true, without lying, certain and most true. That which is below is like that which is above and that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing. And as all things have been and arose from one by the meditation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation. The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth its nurse. The father of all perfection in the whole world
