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being at home, was his constant existence.

Well, Connor MacLeod had eventually found Duncan and given him more than
the ndes of the Game and the =ing to stay alive. Connor had given hun
friendship, a sense of belonging again, and a reason to go on living.
It was a gift beyond price that Duncan could only repay by passing the
gift on-4o Richle.

The room around him quieted, then erupted in applause as a group of men
walked onto the wooden stage. Most of them were dressed in business
suits, but at their center, dressed in the saffron and maroon robes of
his religion, walked the fourteenth Dalai Lama.

He was of unremarkable appearance. Dressed in other clothes he would be
easy to pass on the street, merely an oriental man of late middle age,
with a baking hairline, a slight paunch, and glasses. But even from
where he sat, Duncan could feel a special aura about the man. Others
must have felt it, too, for the arena quieted again.

The master of ceremonies stepped up to the single microphone. MacLeod
recognized him at once. It was Victor Paulus, a mortal and onetime
student of Dariuest, Immortal, and to Duncan a good friend. Duncan had
not seen PaWus in a couple of years, not since he had twice saved hiTn
from the Immortal Grayson, who was systematically killing all of
Darius's prot6g6s m an attempt to draw the priest off of Holy Ground and
into battle. MacLeM had followed PaWus's career, and although he had
not yet won the Nobel Peace Prize, there were many, MacLeod among them,
who thought he should.

Paulus began to introduce the people behind him."They were civic and
religious leaders from the city who, like himself, were imown for their
advocacy of world peace, human rights, hunger relief, and other
social/moral causes. It wa8 an impressive lineup, but Duncan's
attention was fixed on the man in the center who sat with his head
quietly bowed.

Only once during the long introductions did the Dalal Lama look up. His
eyes scanned quickly across the audience until they met and locked with
MacLeod's. In that instant Duncan knew he had been recognized.

Up on the stage, the Daial Lama bowed lns head, but Ius mmd was far
firom sident. He had felt MacL4eod's aura from the moment he walked mto
the arena; its strength and vibrance, so well remembered, had drawn his
eyes unerringly to its owner's face.

"Like attracts like," the Dalai Lama )mew modern science would say. With
lns contemporary education and world travels, he had been exposed to the
laws of physics in ways his predecessors had never dreamed existed. But
in spite of the scientific knowledge he had gained over the years, he
knew there was more at work here than one type of immortality