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Show Chapter Two "What's this! What's this?" Daemon looked terrified. "Rogare, look through this telescope and tell me what you see!" A thin, bony man got up slowly from the ornate couch where he had been dozing and looked through the powerful telescope. "Well, your honor, - it looks like a bubble." He yawned. "May I finish my nap now?" "You idiot!" hissed Daemon. "That is no ordinary bubble. Look closer!" Rogare sighed and looked again. "What do you see?" demanded the sorcerer. "There is a girl in the bubble - so what?" "So what? How often do you see little girls in bubbles?" Daemon pushed Rogare away from the telescope and peered through it again. "They're almost to the Dark Mountains," he mumbled. He drew back sharply, his face pale. "Verus must be in there with that girl! She's returning to Sol Vallis!" "Who is Verus?" said. Rogare. "A ghost? I didn't see anyone but that bothersome girl in the bubble." "Verus is a magic spoon. She was almost mine once, but she escaped me. She must not get to Sol Vallis!" "Well, I don't know how you're going to stop her," muttered Rogare, as he settled back down on the couch. Daemon's face suddenly lit up in an evil grin. "I know a way," he said. |
