MoonQuill

_Passing of a Friend_ Wolfgar was not dead; but when we picked him up it was obvious that he was dying. The violet beam vanished as his body struck it--vanished with a hiss and splutter, and a puff of sulphuric smoke that mingled with the smell of burning garments and flesh. Georg and I leaped forward. Argo was standing transfixed by surprise at what Wolfgar had done; and as the beam died, Georg was upon him. "One moment!" The quiet, commanding voice of Tarrano. He must have come quickly, when informed by the finde…