"What power?"
"Velléda's."
Vorski eyed him with renewed uneasiness:
"Velléda?"
"Yes, or at least the woman whom I call Velléda, the last of the Druidesses: I don't know her real name."
"Where is she?"
"Here."
"Here?"
"Yes, on the sacrificial stone. She's asleep."
"What, she's asleep?"