Lazar said. He finally found the gumption to call the Enchanter by name. “You won’t have a second chance.” They were in the massive Enforcer conservatory and Torrullin blew through his nose in frustration. “How? Surely there is a way to check?” Lazar drew breath to answer. “I could do it for you.” Torrullin sat back, eyes alight. “Yes!” Lazar held a hand up. “It has been fourteen centuries on your world; it may not be easy.” “Understood. Can I not accompany you?” “You may have the power to draw another along; I certainly do not.” Torrullin’s shoulders slumped. He was ready to leave. To sit here and know himself thwarted was frustrating. He would not die in the tear as Lazar kept insisting, but he could be dumped into another realm or an alternate universe and those may prove even harder to escape from. He had decided to take Margus with, this despite the promises made on both sides, for Lazar confirmed the shadowy presences of other portals in the etheric tunnel, although Lazar had not dared investigate.
