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13 When they first met, they acted as though they'd known each other for many years. Healing Hand and Spying Eagle were so alike in disposition and talent that they might have been siblings. From what we know of their heritage, their immediate familiarity was natural, even destined to happen.—Wizard and Medacor, by the Matriarch Rippling Water. When Guarding Bear and Healing Hand entered the small office, they found someone waiting in the antechamber. Brown of hair, of eye, of skin, Spying Eagle rose and bowed. “Lord General Bear.” “Lord Corporal Eagle.” Guarding Bear nodded to acknowledge. “Lord Hand, would you wait here for a few minutes?” “Of course, Lord,” Healing Hand replied, regarding the Wizard with an expression of awe and wonder. Spying Eagle returned the regard with a bene