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Gabrielle hadn't received word from home this week. Ordinarily that was little cause for concern; not even her Greece, strange as it was, could send correspondence with anything like the (more or less) reliable speed of the current era. This week, though, it had her fretting. Were her parents all right? Was Lila? Helen, wherever she was now? Salmoneus, Autolycus, Hower and Minya, Flora, Pandora, Joxer, her Amazons, Homer and the boys at the Academy, Hercules and Iolaus?

And Xena . . .

That was the one that really twisted her stomach with worry, even though she remained mostly convinced that no matter what this thing was, Xena could handle it. The what-ifs were just persistent enough that Gabrielle couldn't help imagining a world without the Warrior Princess in it.

Her life without Xena in it.

That was . . . unthinkable.

On one level, she was aware of how many people she'd met and learned to care about throughout the past several years of her travels. It wasn't until moments like now, though, that she realized just how many people there were, and the thought had her in a pensive but agitated mood.

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"It's not the former, unless they altered it," Peter piped in. "I don't know much about this magic mumbo-jumbo, but these people, they don't just forget again."

Valentine's increasing confusion and desperation had kind of stuck with him.

He did have a point, but Ender wasn't going to hammer it in further. Wesley looked nervous enough already. "How likely is it that someone would be able to fit these two spells together?"

Yes. Nervousness was a thing. And now uncertainty as well -- Wesley bit his lip, pondering what Peter had just said.

"I can't be certain," he admitted. "Tara would know better than I -- but in general, at least in my universe, the existence of one spell doesn't preclude another one from being used. That is to say -- it's possible."

Yeah, that wasn't all that helpful, Wes.

"But you say you've spoken to someone who hasn't forgotten again?" he asked Peter. "What, ah. What happened? If you don't mind..."

"For the five minutes I spoke to her, she seemed to be pretty aware of what I'd told her about what was going on," Peter said briskly. "Of course, she didn't stick around too long."

Oh.

"I'm sorry," Wesley said sincerely, looking down. "I -- I haven't had to -- to hear something like that."

Yet.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Then I hope you won't have to," he said, "But apologies aren't going to get us any closer to a solution, so let's just toss that one off the table and move on."

"Which book held information on the second spell you mentioned?" Ender asked, much more lightly than Peter.

"This one here," Wesley said, leaning over to indicate one of the books he'd handed over. "Chapter... six, I believe it was. Conjuring and Vanishing."

They were just lucky it was one of the ones in English. The state he was in right now, Wesley might just as easily hand over something in Latin without even noticing.

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