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protection circle they were going to create. They had done this together quite a few times now and worked in perfect harmony to draw the outer circle in rock salt and the inner circle with black basalt, painting the sigils of power in between the two circles. Then they sat together in the precise center, facing each other, but not quite touching.
    Jhond saw Ninian close his eyes as he searched out the seat of his talent. Quickly closing his eyes, Jhond did the same. He wondered if he would ever get used to the feeling of power surging through his body. He remembered the thrill he had experienced when he'd felt the first trickle of power back in the Temple of the Magi when Ninian had taught him he was a mage. There was no comparison to the power he had now. Would that thrill ever leave him? Would he ever become so used to wielding his tremendous power that he gave it no thought at all? That idea chilled him. Power such as he could wield should never be used thoughtlessly.
    Dismissing his errant thoughts as he sensed Ninian reaching for him, Jhond merged his power with Ninian's. In this way, they could share the search and both see any resulting visions. Once they were ready, they recited the words of the spell in unison and let it loose to search.
    It wasn't long before Ninian murmured, "There."
    Jhond followed Ninian as his essence swiftly moved down into yet another ruined stone building, deep inside, then outward, until he saw the young woman who had drawn them so far north. There was no doubt that she was a mage. Even in her resting state, she exuded power, more power than Jhond had expected. It was easy for him to attach a tracking spell to her.
    "Done," Jhond told Ninian, and they both withdrew.
    Jhond opened his eyes to find Ninian staring at him. "So much power," he commented. "More than I felt from her before and this time she was sleeping. How can that be?"
    Jhond knew Ninian wasn't really asking him. Ninian knew more about power and its uses than Jhond did, even though he was the Eynan.
    "I have a direct link to her now," Jhond said. "So let's go and get some answers."
    "Where?" Ninian asked.
    "A little farther north. At the edge of the mountains bordering the icy wastes."
    "Did you get enough of a feel for the place to use the pendant to take us there?"
    "Yes, and I wouldn't particularly wish to travel through those mountains by the more mundane method anyhow," Jhond said.
    Ninian nodded his agreement and, with a quickly murmured spell, removed all trace of their power circle and returned the tower room to its previous filthy state. When they were both ready, Jhond removed his pendant and affixed it to his ring. As soon as Ninian grasped his arm, Jhond closed his eyes and brought to mind the vision of the young woman, but found it seemed hazy, as if he couldn't see her clearly. He shook his head and tried again, but with the same result.
    "What's wrong?" Ninian queried.
    "I'm not sure why, but I can't get a clear view of her and don't want to risk using the pendant without being certain of my destination."
    Ninian frowned, chewing at his lip. "What if you tuned into the building rather than the woman? Would that work?"
    "I'll try." Jhond closed his eyes again, this time aiming for the ruined building. "Yes, that's good. Hang on."
    When he opened his eyes, they were standing in the courtyard of yet another old building, this one with a mountain towering alongside it. It was similar in style to Garileon Castle, but this place appeared less ornate, simpler somehow. The damage here was not quite as severe as had been seen at the castle. There were four towers, square rather than round and not so tall. The building in the center of the grounds was simple, without any of the attractive lines of the castle. It was also decidedly colder here, and everything was dusted with the snow that was blowing in the wind. Jhond was grateful for the heat spell Ninian had suggested they use. The snow was no longer falling, but was being