he conjured himself to the sill on the opposite side of the room. "I am here," he said from behind the giant.
"That was not illusion," Angus said. "Now I am impressed. There is no magic of this nature on this world."
"I am from another reality. Our magic is sympathetic." "You also have the mind-talk?"
"No. That is Seqiro, the horse. He is from still another reality." "And the old and young women?"
"From two other realities," Darius said. "One remembers what is to come, and the other deals in science, which is another specialized form of magic."
"You are a remarkable group!" Angus exclaimed.
"But we need your help, for our separate reasons," Darius said. "Let Nona play, and I may be persuaded," Angus said.
"But I have no dulcimer," Nona protested. "I can not make one that would work;
