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CAPTURED BY THE WIZARD
Steve struggled vainly against the ropes that held
him. He could smell the moist leaves rotting on the
forest floor and the smell of wood burned long
ago. He was naked, bound hand and foot to stakes
driven into the ground. How had he gotten here?
He thrashed madly -- he MUST get free!
"Do not bother to struggle, Master Wilkinson," a
familiar, rasping voice said. "You are mine now."
Steve looked up into the red, burning eyes of
Belevairn. At least, he thought it was Belevairn --
that was who the voice belonged to. But Belevairn
looked...different. He wore no gold mask and,
instead of the mummified corpse Steve knew him
to be, he looked like...STEVE...
Steve saw the wizard smile as the realization hit
him. Oh, God. Oh, dear God, this couldn't be
happening.
"But it is, Master Wilkinson," Belevairn said,
sensing his thoughts. "I defeated you at Quarin
and now I have defeated you here, in your own
mind. I have always been your better. You have
lost."
Steve screamed...