The demon lifted its gaze. Above them glowing figures descended, five in the first wave, one in the second. This last one radiated such power that Quick Ben shrank back, his blood chilled. The figure had something long and narrow strapped to its back. “Ben Adaephon Delat,” Pearl said plaintively, “see the last who comes. You send me to my death.” “I know,” Quick Ben whispered. “Flee, then. I will hold them enough to ensure your escape, no more.” Quick Ben sank down past the roof. Before he passed from sight Pearl spoke again. “Ben Adaephon Delat, do you pity me?” “Yes,” he replied softly, then
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