"Know anything about them that I don't?" I asked. "That would include
almost anything."
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defined. When the time came, their wielders slept or dissolved or whatever
such figures do, and the spikards were withdrawn or stashed or transformed,
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or whatever becomes of such things when the story's over. There are many
versions, of course. There always are. But bringing two of them to the
Courts could conceivably draw a lot of attention to yourself,
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adding to the general power of Chaos just by virtue of their presence at
this pole of existence."
"Oh, my," I said. "I'll order the one I'm wearing to conceal itself,
also."
"I don't think that'll work," he said, "though I'm not certain. I'd
think they must maintain a constant fluxpin with each source of power, and
that would give some indication of the thing's presence because of its
broadcast nature."
"I'll tell it to tune itself as low as it can then."
He nodded.
"It can't hurt to make it specific," he said, "though I'd guess it
probably does that anyhow, automatically."
I placed the other ring back in my pocket, departed
the niche, and hurried on up the hallway.
I slowed when we neared what I thought to be the area. But I seemed
mistaken. The metal forest was not there. We passed that section. Shortly,
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we came to a familiar display-the one that had preceded the metal forest, on
approaching it from that direction.
Even as I turned back, I knew. I knew what had happened. When we
reached what had been the area, I stopped and studied it.
"What is it?" my ghostly father asked.
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tool that Chaos has ever spewed forth," I said, "all of them exhibited point
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