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their nature magnified by their presence on this world. But I think they have some difficulty with the differences between the two worlds, hence the dome of energy they created in which to reside. But one of their average warriors can overpower all but the most powerful human, be it Tsurani warrior or Kingdom soldier.” No time like the present to start planting the idea of Midkemian help, she thought.
    She looked down at the Deathpriest and tried to reconcile what she saw with what she had observed while he and his companion had experimented on her. “He doesn’t look well, that is clear.” She leaned over and saw a sheen of moisture on his brow. “I think you’re right about the fever, Cubai. I think his color is pale, but that may be the difference in light in the two…” Her voice trailed off as she saw the creature’s eyelids flutter. She stepped back. “I think he’s waking!”
    Instantly two magicians began incanting wards while others readied spells of confinement, but the Dasati did not awake or rise. Instead, with a low moan of agony, his body arched and began to convulse. Miranda was hesitant to touch him and that hesitancy prevented her from stopping him from flopping off the pallet onto the floor.
    As he thrashed violently now, his skin started to blister. Not quite sure why, Miranda shouted, “Stand away!”
    The magicians drew back. Suddenly a flame engulfed the Deathpriest’s body and then a huge discharge of heat and light nearly blinded those standing nearby, singeing hair and causing everyone within proximity to fall back.
    The stench was that of sulfur and rotting meat being cooked, and many were gagging from the smell. Moving backward from the site of the immolation, Miranda saw only the faint outline of a body in white ash on the floor.
    “What just happened?” asked Alenca, obviously shaken by the experience.
    “I don’t know,” answered Miranda. “I think that outside the dome they are unable to deal with the abundance of energy that we take for granted. I think it proved too much for him and…well, you saw what happened.”
    “What now?” asked the old magician.
    “We go back to the dome and investigate,” answered Miranda, assuming command of the situation without being asked.
    “That incursion is a threat to the Empire.”
    That alone was reason enough to mobilize the Great Ones of the Empire. Alenca nodded. “Not only must we investigate, we must eradicate this dome.” He turned to another magicianand said, “Hochaka, would you be good enough to carry word to the Light of Heaven in the Holy City? The Emperor must be made aware of what is taking place, and convey to him our intentions of providing a fully detailed report after we finish.”
    Miranda was amused by the steely tone taken by the old magician: in his youth he must have been an impressive figure. He was the type of man who often surprises others when he takes control, a quiet authority figure, effective at gaining attention when other, louder voices are demanding it and being ignored.
    Miranda followed his lead. Quietly she said, “I had to…sense my way around inside the dome before I could escape.” She paused for effect before saying, “I ask that you allow me to guide you in this.”
    The Great Ones in the room looked taken aback by the request—a woman, and an outlander at that, leading them? But others looked to Alenca who quietly said, “It is only logical.” With those four words he handed the power of the Assembly of Magicians, the single most puissant gathering of magic on two worlds, over to Miranda.
    She nodded. “Please ask as many of the Assembly as can be here to gather in the Great Hall of Magicians in one hour’s time. I will tell what I know and suggest what I think should be done.”
    Magicians quickly left to use their arts to summon as many of the members of the Assembly as they could reach. Miranda knew that whatever else might be true, once word of a threat to the Empire reached