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powers of the Storm Princesses, and that is why it is such an
exclusive club. The power connects the child to the mother.
That power is not within you; it is, rather, drawn to you. You
are a magnet, a lightning rod, for it. The power is finite, and
connects you to her and her to you as well in a nebulous way.
That is why you dream sometimes of her and she must of
you. But now there is a child and it grows within her and is
physically connected to her. You are magnets, all three, but
together those two are a larger magnet and therefore a stronger
one. Whenever she draws power in, the power draws also to
the unborn child. You get less. The older the child grows, the
more power she will draw as well as the mother, and you will
be the loser. Do you understand?"

The Storm Princess felt like she wanted to sit down and
fast. "You -- you mean that the mother and child together will
draw so much power to them that eventually I will get

none?"

"Well, not none -- you will always attract that part that is
closer to you and far from them since you will be a stronger
relative magnet -- but it is true that you are being slightly
weakened now, on an intermittent basis, and it will get
worse- It is also true that the two of them together, even one
as a babe in arms guided by her mother, would be able to

g )ack L. Chalker

totally AM" y011 1^ y011 were v/l^lm the same sector. This is
veiy dangerous, and may just be what Boolean is counting
on. Time, which has always been on our side up to now, has
become our enemy and Boolean's friend. We can wait no
longer." He strode over to a massive and mystical red tapestry-
covered wall and pulled a bell rope.

"Then the solution is obvious," she said, steeling herself.
"No matter what, I, too, must arrange to conceive a child."

He sighed. "My dear, there can be only one heir to the
powers in all Akahlar. If we fail to eliminate her before the
child is born, there will be no other. The moment she con-
ceived, your own capacity for conception ceased. No, we
must act pragmatically now with what is possible."

The Executive General of the Annies entered in response to
the bell pull, his toadlike face and bulging eyes seeming
strangely incongruous atop the resplendent blue, gold-braided
uniform and shiny boots. He stood there and bowed slightly
to both of them.