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"Like we're going to get anywhere keeping on with this lot," said Dombrey. "Same set over and over and over again. We've drained them dry of all the knowledge we'll get. At the rate they're dying off, we won't even have used experiments."
"The boy's promising," said the woman. "And the man from the truck."
"I wonder what she used," I said.
I felt my face heat but said, "Carrigiana. What magic did she use? It might tell us much."
"Augusta said it was roses, to fix it," said Arabella.
"She didn't tell us how they would, and she might have been mistaken."
What he would do having used his ticket to chase off to nowhere, he did not know. But then, perhaps the world would end, and he would not have to trouble himself about that. At least it would distract him from the possibilities as sitting about this place would not.
"They'll have the sense," mused Corridon, "to use all new things, nothing used. We won't be able to track them that way. The magic's odd enough that we would have to track down someone who could teach it, to discover any students."
"A minotaur?" said Halley, tartly.
Both men laughed.