While she was waiting on the cab, Isolde heard Malachai's voice, chanting. He had said to join her after she had rested. Listening at the door wouldn't be too noisy. would it? These thoughts were swirling in her brain as she crept to the library door. Leaning her ear against the smooth cold maghony, she heard,<br/><br/>"You don't have to creep. Come in here, Isolde." Malachai had found her out.<br/><br/>He had resumed his chanting as she stood beside him. She recognized the language. It was ancient and she had nearly forgotten she had been schooled in it.Soon she was chanting with him, soflty, though.<br/><br/>Malachai held out his arm and a fire ball appeared there. The flames cleared and a vision remained.