Chapter Three (Contd)

    Suddenly, Merlin sat up, turned to Cassandra and asked, "Did you think about it? Can we start today -- right now?"
   Cassandra's expression darkened.
   Merlin added with great emotion, "You don't understand how important this is to me!"
   "I do understand, and you know how I feel about hypnosis."
   "But you've seen it done; you know how to do it."
   Yes, but I don't believe you'll find what you're looking for."

   Morgan Le Fay stood staring at the phone booth, wondering what it was. She would have lumped it in with the many other unexplained curiosities of this place and passed it by -- except for the book. Books were rare and valuable. Morgan knew that some books had power. This one had a shrine!
   Carefully, she approached the booth and gingerly touched the book with one finger. Nothing. No magic guarded it. Still, she whispered a few words of protection before opening it.
   Names. Rows and rows of names. Morgan didn't know what to make of it, but she wasn't going to discount it until she'd checked for one name in particular.
   There it was -- all alone: the only Merlin in the book, and beside it, numbers and words. Morgan focused her mind and concentrated. The first number and word were a location. The significance of the second set of seven numbers eluded her. But that didn't matter, a location was what she wanted.