The Amulet was perfect then, and lay in a shrine, the last of many shrines, and I worked wonders.

Then came strange men with strange weapons and destroyed my shrine, and the Amulet they bore away with many captives.

But of these, one, my priest, knew the word of power, and spoke it for me, so that the Amulet became invisible, and thus returned to my shrine, but the shrine was broken down, and ere any magic could rebuild it one spoke a word before which my power bowed down and was still.

And the Amulet lay there, still perfect, but enslaved.

Then one coming with stones to rebuild the shrine, dropped a hewn stone on the Amulet as it lay, and one half was sundered from the other.