g t.  o eady, but ttle flame flickered, clear evidence of tiny s ran down his arm.

    “Just lining up along the walls, in ranks,”

    Mogget  like an honor guard . . .”

    “Cer preserve us,” toucone croaked,  in  of absolute dread and terrible foreboding. “Rogir . . . Kerrigor.

    be here . . . and he’s coming . . .”