She did, and he proceeded to incinerate the section that had beenabout to attack her. Then another that came at him.
"I'm getting the hang of it," he said, turning to get anothersegment. "But I'm not quite sure why it works this way."
It's not just a sword, I said.
"What is it, then?"
Long before there was Werewindle, it was the spikard Rawg.
"Spikard? Like that strange ring Merlin picked up?"
Exactly.
With rapid moves then, Luke disposed of the rest of the guisel.
"Thanks, Frakir," he said, "for telling me how the thing worked.I'd better try a quick search for that sorcerer now, though I've a hunchhe disappeared into the nearest mirror."
I'd guess that, too.
"What was his name?"
He didn't say.
"It figures."
"Flora," he continued, "I'm going to look for that sorcerer. I'llbe back in a bit. Good show."
She gave him a smile and he departed. Needless to say, the sorcererdid not turn up.
"Wonder where he came from, beyond the mirror," Luke asked.
I've no idea, I replied. I think I might be more interested inthe person who sent that thing after him.
Luke nodded.
"What now?" he asked.
I guess we tell Flora that her Peeping Tom has hit the road, Isaid. You're a sorcerer. Any way of fixing her mirrors so he can'tpull that routine again?
"I think so," Luke said, moving to the nearest window and lookingout. "I'll fix them in just a bit. What about you?"
I'd like to get back to Merlin.
"I can't send you through by Trumps if he's in the Courts--and Isuspect he is."
What about Werewindle?
"I still don't know exactly how it works. I'm going to have to