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head. The wounded
     giant growled and reached toward Rikus with his uninjured hand, but stopped short when the
     mul placed his blade between the titan's fingers and himself. “What you do to those
     people, I do to your friend.”
    Yab frowned and scratched his ear. He stared at Rikus and muttered to himself in muffled
     tones, then shrugged and stepped into the faro fields.
    “Where are you going?” Rikus asked, puzzled by the giant's peculiar retreat.
    “Don't hurt Tay, or all these people die. And I can find plenty more, too.” The giant
     stepped behind Rasda's Wall and disappeared from sight.
    Rikus started to pursue, then thought of the plantation behind the ridge and decided to
     wait. By pursuing immediately, he would only provoke Yab into a fit of destructive rage.
     Instead, the mul thought it wiser to interrogate Tay about the condition of the farm and
     its inhabitants, then decide what to do.
    Before Rikus could begin his inquiries, Magnus stepped to his side. “I
    
    
    
    
    
     sent a wind-whisper to Sadira.”
    “Is she coming?” Rikus asked.
    “Not yet,” the windsinger replied. “She and the others were just leaving for the council
     meeting, and at the time it looked like you had things well in hand. Should I tell her I
     was wrong?”
    Rikus shook his head. “Let's see what Tay has to say.” He waved a hand toward Rasda's
     Wall. “Keep a watch and let me know if you see Yab coming back from the farm.”
    “He's probably too busy gathering more hostages, but I'll keep an eye turned in that
     direction.” The wind-singer positioned himself so that one of his round eyes was directed
     toward the ridge and the other toward Rikus.
    Gripping his sword with both hands, the mul laid the blade across the giant's immense
     gullet. “What are you and Yab doing here?”
    “We c-came for our Oracle.” Tay could not keep his plump lips from quivering as he spoke.
     “Two Tyrians stole it, your king and a nobleman.”
    Rikus frowned. “Tithian and Agis of Asticles?”
    “That sounds like what our chief called them.” Tay kept platter-sized eyes fixed on the
     mul's face.
    “Don't lie to me,” the mul said. He pressed down until a trickle of blood ran from beneath
     his blade. “Agis is no thief. Besides, he wouldn't help Tithian.”
    “Not even to kill the Dragon?” asked Magnus, still watching Rasda's Wall.
    “What do you mean?” Rikus asked.
    Instead of answering, the windsinger asked Tay, “What does this Oracle of yours look like?”
    “A ball of black obsidian, no bigger than you,” replied the giant.
    “It sounds like the Dark Lens,” Magnus noted.
    “The Oracle!” the giant insisted. “If you don't return it, we'll raze every farm in the
     valley.”
    Paying the giant's threat no attention, Rikus asked the windsinger, “How did you know he
     was talking about the lens?”
    Magnus shrugged modestly. 'Tithian had to be looking for something when he snuck out of
     Tyr,“ he said. ”My guess is that Agis caught him, and they both found the lens in the
     giants' possession."
    “They stole it!” Tay growled. “And you've got to give it back-or something bad's going to
     happen to us all.”
    “What?” Rikus demanded.
    “Only the chiefs know,” Tay answered. “But giants won't be the only ones to suffer. We
     were guarding the Oracle for everyone on Athas.”
    “You're going to have to do better than that,” Rikus threatened.
    “Not at the moment,” said Magnus.
    The windsinger pointed toward Rasda's Wall, where Yab's head had just appeared above the
     low shoulder. He was looking back toward the plantation, yelling, “Come quick, Sachem
     Patch! Tay's hurt.”
    “What hurt him?” From the faintness of the reply, Rikus guessed that this giant was a
     considerable distance away-probably in the fields on the far side of the farm.
    “A little bald man,” yelled Yab. “He looks kind of like a dwarf.”
    “Tay let a
    
    
     dwarf