In the dead of night a junior Mindprober stalking the Dreamweb paid his usual visits to the sleeping minds of the Canyon dwellers, and in many minds he saw fragments of great interest, which he conveyed urgently to the Tor Enyása, where the unsleeping Masters were. In those fragments, a girl and a fugitive Guardian walked the paths of Baz Apédnapath, and the Guardian had a sword he refused to sell to a certain amber-digger for fifty gold pieces. ‘Could it be the Great Sword that is carried but not wielded, by the fool they call Korman the Outcast?’ he wondered. ‘My reward will be great if I… Just then his superior in the Void heard his lustful thought, and pierced him with a mindbolt. ‘Report to me all you saw, then do penance in the thorn-seat,’ snarled the voice in his head.