Sam had accepted Janice’s sacrifice and let her become the focus through which the magic could eliminate an aspect of evil. That the arm of evil so destroyed was one that had harmed Janice was not vengeance, but justice. The earth—and Janice—had accepted his choice of tool, for the magic had worked. He had felt the wonder in Janice’s soul as it flew free of the distorted shell in which she had been trapped. The spirit form had been suffused with joyous energy.