Wiz ran up the path after her. She kept walking, eyes straight ahead. “Okay,” Wiz said defensively, as he trotted along beside her. “So it got a little out of hand.” “A little out of hand?” Moira screamed. “A LITTLE out of hand. Ohhh . . . This is beyond all your stupidity. Not only do you learn nothing, you cannot even be trusted to keep your word.” “Now wait a minute . . .” “Get back to the keep. You must be kept mewed for your own safety and ours as well.” She threw him a contemptuous glance. “Tomorrow I will destroy your tools before they wreak more mischief.” “Destroy it? But I was right!” “Go!” Moira commanded with a hefty shove in the small of his back. Wiz stumbled forward and gave his beloved a wounded look. “Must I take you by the ear?” she demanded. “Now go!” Shiara was collapsed in a chair with Ugo hovering about her.
