caught your eye,he retorted. Seeing pensiveness abruptly shadow Rohyrs features,he glanced wonderingly at Tenryon then back at Rohyr. What hasthis to do with your leman?Hedid not flinch when Rohyr caught his gaze but met it and opened hismind to the flood of thoughts and images sent his way. When it wasover, he quietly offered, Let me help.Tenryonrose and went to his desk. Unlocking the bottom side drawer, he drewout a square leather case. He returned to his seat and opened thecase. From within, he lifted a rose-tinged piece of crystal,irregularly triangular in shape, and set it on its flat base in themiddle of the table. Almost as soon as the three focused theirattention on the crystal, its center began to glow. The glow spreaduntil the muted radiance infused the entire piece.Theignorant and superstitious called it magic. Indeed, the crystal wascommonly known as a scrying stone even among those who knew better.But it held no power to foretell the future. Rather it had thesingular property of amplifying mental energy. And when manipulatedby a skilled and powerful adept, it could be used to channel thatenergy as precisely as a master carver wielded a knife.Itwas not native to Aisen but came from the Deiras long vanishedhomeworld. With the help of these crystals, the ancient Naere hadraised great cities, waged destructive wars, healed the wounds ofthose lamentable conflicts and driven a tunnel to salvation throughthe very fabric of space. Once numerous and of much larger size,there were only a few pieces left and all were now in the custody ofthe templars who kept them under lock and key in their regionalstrongholds. That Tenryon had one in his keeping outside of thesecret cache kept in the Ziana temples subterranean vaults bespokehis standing among the Ylandrin templars.Usingthe crystal to sharpen his focus, Rohyr concentrated his thoughts onthe tenuous link that still remained between him and Lassen. Theknowledge of his quarrys general location eliminated the need fora diffuse and draining mental sweep of the country. Like the gossamerstrands of spider webbing, the link eluded capture and disintegratedfurther with every attempt to take hold of it. But with the crystalmagnifying his minds vision, the fragile connection became clearlyvisible to Rohyr.Heresisted the urge to latch onto it but awaited the others entryinto his consciousness and the landscape he had wrought. It was thefirst lesson taught to every student of the mind artsto controlones gifts through the use of comprehensible or recognizableimages.Suddenly,Tenryon was beside him, keeping the outside world at bay and allowingRohyr to focus wholly on clearing the mists from the bridge hedcreated to span the perceived chasm that yawned before him. He senseda presence at his other side and felt power surge through him. Rohyrreached out with his mind and drew more strength from Jareth whilehoning in on the link that now shone bright on the bridge like aglittering trail of precious stones in the dark.Hefollowed it swiftly lest it faded any further until he saw a glimmerof light in the distance. He pursued the light, speeding toward ituntil, without warning, an image formed before him.MithreIdana.Hehad found his quarry. He