Someone else said good-bye to the old magician, too, although not under quite the same circumstances.

The older magician led him through a series of long tunnels to a place in the building he had never been before.

The old magician nodded, then passed his hand around the square.

The old magician took her hand and walked to the very edge of the cliff.

The old magician and the young hunter stood facing each other.

She was hurt and suddenly a little frightened of the old magician.

He had guessed what the others would say, but the leader wasn't sure about the old magician.

The old magician had been quietly watching the men's discussion as he often did.

But then I realized it was only the old magician.

Three hundred had come to pay their last respects to the old magician.