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Sometimes things can't be hidden in any normal way-there is no place to hide. But when that thing is not necessarily physical, there's a most excellent hiding place-and it's just as hard to find as it is good for hiding!
"I am not the one you want," Pawl said. His body slouched forward and his head bent over wearily. "I thought I hated you, but now I guess I don't. You're nice. " He hesitated and then volunteered this information: "You want my sister. " The slender dark-haired woman at his side answered promptly. "Yes, I am the one you want. Out there I wanted to destroy you," and she inclined her head at the forest that stretched for a thousand miles beyond the clearing. "Now that I am here I am not so sure. But if you set me free I will go on with my work. And I will not stop until I find the answer. " She paused helplessly and glanced at the figure next to her. "You want my husband, too," she added.