The astrologer seemed to Anthony neither old nor young, straight nor stooped, but tall and bearded and dressed in the expected robes bright with stars. There was a disturbing smile somewhere behind his eyes.

"What have you come here for?"

"You are Estivian, the astrologer?"

"You have found out my secret, it appears. Now you must tell me one of yours."

That night, like tonight, was dark as ink.
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