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Bradamante had disappeared.
One moment Rogero watched her kneeling in front of the tents and performing some strange ritual with her hands, and the next moment she vanished from his sight.
He rushed to where he last saw her and began feeling his way through the air. He smiled as he did it. She was a sorcerer, like him.
That must be the familiarity he had had felt so strongly from the start. He hadn’t met her before, but some part of him must recognize his own kind.
Finally it made sense.
He continued searching with his hands blindly through the air—
There—he made contact—
She grabbed him.
He felt something solid enclose his wrist.
It took him a moment to realize that she had conjured some kind of binding made from the tension of flowing water. He tried to pull his hand out of
