"He is almost here," the mage said to his co-conspirator. "He imagines that he is successfully avoiding my magic, but it is drawing him in. There is no escape for him."
"It is well past time," the other said, "you had promised would be sitting on the throne by now, and still I live in a drafty old house far from the power that I deserve."
"Say rather, the power you 'desire'. There are no secrets, no lies, between us."
"What does it matter? The important thing is that now we will see the end of our plotting and we will have our way."
"The end is closer, true, but many a fine plot has been ruined by impatience."
"I grow tired of this. Patience, you say, patience, again. I want what I deserve, yes, what I desire, and I do not want to wait any longer."
"Yet you must wait, or you will bri
