A/N-104 reviews! Yay! OK, I have a question. Would you rather me update with one long chapter like once every three days, or one short chapter every or every other day? Doesn't matter to me.

Disclaimer-The disclaimers at the bottom of the page, it gives away slight spoilers.

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Daine had never been drunk before.

And when you've never been drunk before, and you've never had a hangover before, it wasn't a pretty sight in the morning. Then again, it was never a pretty sight, but at least those people knew what they had gotten themselves into.

She rolled over. Not a good idea…that hurt…her stomach hurt. She opened her eyes. Why am I here? She thought.

She sat up, quickly.

Gods no… she thought. She had the worst headache she'd ever had. Maybe standing up would help, so she did just that.

The very first thing she recognized was vertigo.

The room was tilting. So why wasn't she falling? Never mind, she was falling. She hit the ground with a bang.

That woke Kaddar up, finally.

"Daine!" he shouted, as he saw the girl, unconscious. He scrambled out beneath the blankets.

He made his way over to her, and she was breathing shallow, but she was breathing. He rolled her into the recovery position.

So he sat on the bed, watching her, waiting for her to wake up.

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A soft knock at the door brought Lukiem out of his thoughts.

"Come in," he said, not bothering to be cheerful.

The doors opened, and in came Unikum, the man who was disguised as Kaddar. The spell had worn off. Both men were in the library of wherever they were. It was small, with only a few books. It suited their needs, however, with a long conference table, two plushy green chairs and a fireplace.

"What are you doing here?" Lukiem spat. "And why haven't you gotten a mage to re-apply the spell?"

He bowed, and stood up.

"We have a bit of a problem, Nobility." Lukiem had told all of his followers to address his as Nobility.

"A bit of a problem?"

"Aye. She's not eating her food!"

Lukiem's eyebrows went up.

"How long?"

"Two days."

Lukiem twiddled with his thumbs He would have to resort to the second plan.

"Send her to me. Now."

"Of course Nobility. Of course."

He left, and Lukiem was left with the silence he enjoyed so much.

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Kalasin had never been hungrier. She hadn't eaten in two days, but by now her senses were intact. She knew she was obviously being held captive, and Kaddar was giving her the food. She made no gesture to hide the fact that she wasn't eating her food.

The door creaked open, and Kaddar was revealed.

"Come with me," he growled.

Knowing he would simply resolve to force if she didn't come, Kalasin obeyed. He grabbed her right shoulder again, and she had to sidestep.

"Why do you grab me like that?" she asked. "So I won't have to see your awful face?"

Silence.

"Why are you tearing my broken soul apart?"

He said nothing. Kalasin was becoming more and more agitated.

"I'd like to know what makes up your heart. Deceit, betrayal, fraud, treachery, trickery. Does the list ever end?"

His grip tightened. Kalasin decided it was time for insults.

"You know, I'll never forget the day I met you-although I keep trying. Shock me-say something intelligent. You're as pretty as a picture, I'd love to hang you."

He walked faster, and it was becoming more difficult to walk.

"You must have a large brain, to hold all of that ignorance. Are you always an idiot, or just when I'm around? Brains aren't everything; in fact, they're nothing for you. Can I borrow your head for my rock garden? Hello, I'm a human being, what are you?" She spat it all out.

"Shut up!" He shouted. "Shut up now!"

"I will not shut up! If you torture me, isn't it only fair I do it to you?"

He didn't respond, and the rest of the walk was spent in silence. They arrived at some doors, and Kaddar stopped.

"Here," he said, and he threw her in.

She lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

"Why, princess," a voice said, "Do you require assistance?"

She looked up. It was Lukiem.

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"From you? Gods, no." She got to her feet. "Why am I here? In a library? And why am I here, in this weird building? What did I do wrong?"

Lukiem face wrinkled up.

"Why, if you had any more wrinkles you could be mistaken for a prune!" she prodded.

He wanted to slap her…but that would destroy the plan.

"Think as you will, princess. Come now, you must be hungry." He gave his arm over to a table, where stacks of meat, cheese, bread, water, fruit and everything she wished for was there.

"It's drugged."

"Would you believe that I would do such a deceitful thing?"

"Yes."

"Well it's not," he said. "Look, I'll eat it to. Princess," he added as an afterthought.

He sat down, selected a piece of bread and ate it.

"Aren't you hungry?"

Her stomach said yes, her brain said no. She went with her stomach.

She only ate things after Lukiem ate it. She still felt like she was in control of her body, and was grateful. She noted all of the food was Tortallan and plain, but it was better than just bread and water.

"So where am I?" she asked, mouth full of fruit.

"Oh, you're in Carthak. Underneath the palace, to be exact. Only a select few know about it, my followers. It was constructed recently, I had been expecting you."

Now she knew where she was. But realizing that she could not leave, her temper began to rise. Before, the drugs had taken away any realization of being captive. Now she was mad. She stood up, looked Lukiem in the eye, and said:

"I command you to let me go!"

He also stood up. They looked harshly at each other. Something caught Kalasin's eye. Was…Lukiem crying?"

"Until you understand, there's nothing to command!"

"What?"

"Do you realize why hate I hate Tortall?" he said, close to tears. It looked rather funny in Kalasin's perspective, a regal man about to cry.

"Of course not, no one does. This is why,"

He took a deep breath, and began:

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Disclaimer-Well, I took more quotes from Runaway, But all of the insults were taken from (www) (dot)findinsults(dot) (com). It won't let me type in website names, so I have to put it in parenthesis. And if you recognize it, it's not mine.

A/N-Yay! Another long one. I purposely left it off there; it's not a document manager problem, which still keep happening. The OOC-ness will hopefully be explained in the next chapter, at least, if they are OOC. Please review!