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peoples’ lives. The Council could not congregate without a King, so it would fall on his head to carry out the judgement on Fedros. As Head Mage, he could order the death penalty or grant freedom, his power was equal to that of the King. Because of the possibilities of Rikka’s blood lineage, he had decided to use his own magic skills of Mind Reading which would provide him with the truth of her claims. He needed much strength to delve into another’s mind, but this was the only way. Once he knew the truth, he could make a better judgment of what to do. This was to be his work this moonwake.
     
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    Heimarl withdrew his powers from the warped depths of Fedros’s distasteful mind. He had not lingered in there too long. Having successfully spell-cast the emotions of ‘remorse’ into Fedros’s mind, he was convinced this would result in the cruel man suffering from the terror of the crime he had committed.
    Now he hovered in Rikka’s mind. She stirred in her restless sleep hearing  the pitiful sounds of her son’s constant sobbing. He was annoying her to the point of waking up and screaming back at him.
    The guards were not happy with all the commotion coming from the fiend’s cell.  He blubbered on how remorseful he was for what he had done. At first they suspected he was mocking them but his sobs were seemingly genuine. They looked in on his mother who appeared in a fitful slumber. They saw no reason to awaken her but clearly her son was deranged. Agreeing to each other that the problem was not theirs, they returned to their duty of guarding on the outside of the prison.
    Within Rikka’s sleeping mind he spell-cast her memories back to her childhood. The cruel twisted punishments delivered by her father were at the forefront of her mind.  He could see that once she had loved her mother with fondness, but not for long. Bitterness had festered when her mother had failed to protect her from that fiend of a father. She had experienced the joys of relief at her father’s death in a vicious bar brawl where he had suffered a fatal slit to his throat. Not living to discover the cruel results from his acts of incest with his daughter, he would never know she was now with his child. She had wanted to share this terrible news with her mother, but then learned that her mother was also to have a baby, and that the father was a different man than Rikka’s father, she felt truly violated by both her parents. As Rikka relived these hidden unhappy memories and stirred in a fitful sleep, Heimarl watched the images with the magic he had cast upon her. She was not aware of his spying, in her mind.
    Heimarl was satisfied that the old woman spoke the truth, that indeed she was Minnah’s sister. The mother he saw Rikka’s dreams was the same mother Minnah had. His wife must learn of this dismal news. He did not wish to delve any deeper into Rikka’s disturbed memories. This was not an act he enjoyed doing, prying into people’s minds and he only ever performed this magic when he had no other choice. He never stayed long. Gently he let go of the mind hold on Rikka and left her to rest while he decided what to do with that treacherous nephew of his, Fedros.
     
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    The prison was in uproar, Fedros’s weeping had turned into a hysterical wailing. He shouted of his grief and shame of the murderous acts he had committed, begging that they punish him. Crawling on the floor pounding the ground with his bleeding fists, he howled for forgiveness. The guard opened the gate to silence him but Fedros could only see pictures burning in his mind of the fear and pain that the creatures he had hacked to death had experienced. The guard gently kicked at Fedros’s writhing body but to no avail. Bending down to pick up the hysterical prisoner from the floor, Fedros grabbed the guard’s dagger and leaped backwards with a wild laughter. Before the guard could reach Fedros, the crazy prisoner had impaled himself upon the dagger that he