CHAPTER 3WORDS ON THE HEIGHTS
The name of the old man was Temgis, and he was, as Kellory had surmised, a member of that worldwide fraternity of wizards, the Brotherhood of Darkness. Although he had long ago retired from the world, seeking a lonely place to meditate and strengthen his spirit among the cold peaks, far from the temptations of the plain, he had not lost his Power through disuse, as he had proven there on the slope, when he had joined his will to Kellory’s in putting down the shadow-shape.
The hut of Temgis was larger than it looked, and more comfortable than it might have been. The old wizard had built it of stout wooden beams, their c****s caulked with dried clay against the winds, and it set its back against the sheer side of a cliff, where it caught the morning light. Ins
