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him to take up the sword, hunt down Bridget, and finish her off. She was of no use to him broken, and if she really wanted to die why should he not grant her wish? Once that business was done, he could pin that half-demon bitch down, rip off her clothes and-
                          Endrance shook his head, grimacing. He pushed it back out of his mind for the moment. Kalenden's ego was strong; it had to be in order to force demons to do his bidding. It had faded a little, but being there, at the seat of the man's power, caused it to surge up in strength. A thought nagged at the wizard as he kept control of his ego.
                          “Is this... the seat of your power?" he asked aloud. If he was a demon summoner, he would need a circle. A large and powerful one for what he had been doing. None of the men searching the castle for the child had seen a circle, and drawing a new one every time was dangerous. Too many chances of making a mistake. He'd have crafted a permanent circle somewhere, after double and triple checking to make sure it was perfect.
                          So it had to be hidden somewhere. That would be the seat of his power. But he didn't know where. Endrance closed his eyes and concentrated, relaxing his body and slipping into the meditative state he used to access the library.
                          The library in his mind was much bigger than it had been when he had first imagined it years ago while training with Kaelob. Then it had been one floor, with red curtains and wooden walls and a fireplace to read by. The rest of it had been hazy and indistinct and never had much sharpened focus. Things seemed fuzzy, indistinct unless specifically called upon, and nothing had much detail. It was almost more like a dreaming state than an imagined room. Only when he started getting better at focusing his mind did the room change, becoming white marble and vaulted ceilings. The framework of his years of training had noted results.
                          Ever since he came to Balator it had taken on a sharp contrast, where details flooded in around him and felt as much like reality as the world outside his meditations. The library had three floors, a central circular reflecting pool, shelves upon shelves of subjects he’d studied; and shelves empty and bare, ready to accept new knowledge in the inviting way that a newly polished wood shelf invites someone to place things upon it. Now he had additional rooms, and the back wall of the library held a large bay window with red velvet curtains. The window shed a soft white light, as did several crystal chandeliers that hung in a geometrically pleasing pattern.
                          There was an abundance of furniture, even couches. Some of the other rooms had beds, even though the idea of sleeping inside his head while he was meditating seemed a level too deep for his present state of mind. There was even an elaborate gold detailed pair of large redwood doors that was supposed to lead 'out' of his mind. The doors were closed and Endrance had not yet explored beyond. That was beyond his ability at this time.
                          He appeared at the edge of the reflecting pool, as he always did. His reflection smiled back at him. Here he appeared in some of the finest, most comfortable pants and tunic he had ever worn, with soft soled shoes he had loved wearing until they had fallen apart on him. The clothes were memories from his life, and he chose them because they were some of the things he treasured. His hair was hanging loose and not held back in a ponytail as he usually did while he was working.
                          Endrance turned to the shelves on a side wall and spread his hands at his side, facing the palms to the shelves on that wall. Immediately he lifted off the ground and rode up to the second