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It was dawn and the big man was coming to consciousness. He was alone on a back road, his overcloak gone and his clothes in shambles. He pulled himself to his knees, trying desperately to recall what had happened the night before. Flashes of the night sprinkled before his eyes. He remembered Main—that unhinged cretin—and there had been others with him. Then he thought of his charges: Errol, Jettson and Samantha. There had been a battle. They must have been overcome, for he was alone now.

The winds suddenly picked up and the man turned to see a contingent of warlocks flying toward him. He noted the uniforms of the Warlock Sentry and worse still, their captain, his old friend.

“Barister Del Toro,” he heard his name.

“Good to see you, Godric.”

“Doubtful. After what you pulled.”

“You have me at a disadvantage, I’m sure.”

“Surround him. He’s quite powerful.”

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen my charges this morning?”

“I have, and they have been apprehended as well.”

“You wouldn’t be able to enumerate my crime?”

As Barister’s wrists were clacked into the heavy shackles, he felt his power leave him and move into the shackles.

“As if you didn’t know, Del Toro.”

“I assure you I do not.”

“Arson!”