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‘I’m really going to need those pipes,’ I said in a smouldering voice. I’m surprised I didn’t set fire to Wyr’s stupid hat.
‘Like I said,’ he answered. ‘I’ll trade you.’
‘You don’t understand. I can’t get her back without those pipes.’
Wyr, at last, stopped juggling. ‘You mean to say,’ he said slowly, ‘that these pipes can summon Majestics?’
‘No. Just one particular one, and only if I do it.’
‘How convenient.’ He patently did not believe me.
A flicker of colour caught my eye. Some small, darting thing dived down upon Wyr, and flashed away again.
And the Wand was gone from his grasp.
‘What?’ His head came up, the pipes momentarily forgotten. Eyes narrowed, he looked hard at me. ‘How did you do that?’
‘You figure it out,’ I said, with a smile. Let him chew on that.
Meanwhile, M
