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The man raised his brows high and stroked his beard. "What do you mean you can't do magic? You're practically radiating the stuff."

"But I did the test, and nothing happened. I didn't have it."

"You did the test?" He asked, sarcasm soaking his voice. "What test is it you're supposed to have done? Who gave you this test?"

"Gunther." Les answered before thinking. As his name tumbled out of her mouth, she recalled what Grant had said about Bromney and the Sorceress, and shock returned to the faces of those around her.

"Gunther who?" The youngest seer asked.

"Gunther, Gunther? The wizards apprentice?"

"Don't be silly, Gunther died with Tatyanna." They were all speaking at once. Asking about this mysterious, but maybe not unknown Gunther.

"Gunther is a mouse I know." Les finally said.

"Could it be?" "He survived?" "After all these years?" "Where has he been." "Why didn't he come to us." They all spoke again.