23 Meinze and the SorcererSUN AND OLIVE GROVES, light glinting on river water, and a grey and toneless voice saying, Where is the beauty? Where is the beauty I sought? The olive-groves move, darken, and vanish. Ilissos found himself once more in the dreadful room, the old woman slapping him on the shoulder.
“Come on,” she muttered. “Move yourself, move yourself.” Ilissos tried to sit up. “They’ll be back afore long. Crow’s goin’ back to Archraad tonight.” She noticed Ilissos look over to the steps. “Here! Don’t you go gettin’ no ideas! Crow’s not takin’ no chances with you. He put an enchantment on them steps. You’re special, you are,” she added, and it was no compliment.
“Enchantment? What will it do?”
“Don’t know, don’t want to know, but it’ll work all right. V’karra strengthened it a
