Opiode

Opiode stared steadily at one flickering bulb as he lay in his thinktank.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

For one thing, according to Opiode, this fellow seems THE MOMBWT OF THE MAOICIAN to have been practicing his magic for quite a while, whereas you discovered your spellsinging ability pure - ly by accident and only after you had been in this world for some time.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

But as Opiode lay on his back, his arms crossed over his chest, his tail gently agitating the water, it was plain to see he was disturbed.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

Opiode glared at the flying squirrel, then turned his attention back to the smil - ing Markus.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

The ap - plause for Opiode turned to awed whispers.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

Still, surely Opiode the Sly knew what he was doing in sending here for help.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

By the time Opiode con - cluded the incantation, the entire table was encrusted with crystals.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

Finally Opiode rose from the basin, shifting easily to inhaling air instead of water, and declared portentously, "This thing must not be allowed to happen!"

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

For the First time that day, Opiode smiled slighdy.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984

Out plopped a dazed and very disoriented Opiode the Sly.

The Moment of the Magician Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1984