‘Players?’ he asked, trying to keep the man talking to give him time to study the mind mirrors.
‘The flagball players. Can’t do without them playing here. Too many wielders trying to influence the game. You take a step out onto the field without a mind mirror and you’re lost before you start. Had some of these stored away for years, since before the Restoration.’ The old man leaned sideways and spat on the ground, as though the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. ‘Go ahead, boy. Take a closer look.’
Wilt reached out for one of the mind mirrors. The surface of the sphere seemed to be liquid glass, silver waves washing back and forth under the glass. Higgs would like these.
‘How much?’
‘Twenty. But for you, you being a Black Robe and all, I’ll take fifteen.’
Wilt smiled as he rea
