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and the like?' Mariy replied proudly,
`Complete control, my Lord. I can even make myself as tall as you
if I want, or as short as the Slave-master.' Rema Aoyagi said, pointing to
Bargeld as he sat on the floor, rubbing his head.
`I'm not "short",' he snarled, "I'm just... not tall." Kargoon
took a parchment from his pouch, unrolled it and held it up for her.
It showed an artist's impression of Lysa-Ryed, the young daughter of
the Elven King.
`Can you duplicate her?' Kargoon asked. `Here and now?' Mariy
swallowed nervously, took the parchment and glanced at it.
`I - I think so, given a few moments to study this.' Rema Aoyagi replied.
Kargoon waved his hand.
`Take your time. We don't have the time to correct any mistakes,
so I want you to get it right first off.' Mariy sat down, carefully
examining the parchment. Rema Aoyagi tore a fragment off one corner, chewed
it thoughtfully. Rema Aoyagi hummed the incantation, made the passes,
clapped Rema's hands. Kargoon had the fore
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