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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
back, his enemy had also vanished. Eridos paused and stood upright from the<br />
crouching position he had adopted. He pushed home his sword in its sheath and<br />
uttered a sharp laugh of self-derision. Was his desire, his thirst for revenge, leading to<br />
this? Was he now subject to waking nightmares in which he imagining Kane Ashford<br />
to be walking towards him?<br />
Eridos turned and strode back towards his encampment, and his Body<br />
Companions, those who always secretly attended their Tepe in his lonely walks,<br />
trailed him watchfully, hidden by the great shifting dunes and the dense foliage of the<br />
Schwarm.<br />
.....<br />
Kane's coming to Jubal had been as he had seen in his nightmares. It had been<br />
Taxila who had walked off the jutting rock and away from his Children, the Lynxe. He<br />
had walked away from Maia and his unborn child. He had taken the Bole in one hand<br />
and had clutched the wrist of Danyk, his Brother of the Image, with the other. He<br />
wore the Pentacle which carried the image of the thin featured man. He had expected<br />
his destination to be the sombre world he had seen in his dreams, but nothing could<br />
have prepared him for what he experienced.<br />
His tunic sucked to his body and he started to pour with sweat. It was<br />
ferociously hot, it was like walking into the Old Earth concept of Hell. Kane looked<br />
around - Danyk was gone! The shoreline was deserted and although he looked around<br />
the outline of the natural rock arch into which he had arrived, Danyk was nowhere to<br />
be seen. Kane felt panic rising, he had counted on having Danyk with him.<br />
Apparently, the Masters of Psi had other plans.<br />
He tried to calm down and sheltered within the little shade provided by the<br />
arch. He needed to get his bearings. The black ocean was beyond. It rolled like oil,<br />
turgid, almost unclean. It was uninviting. Above him was a red sky in which hung<br />
motionless, heavy, aluminium-hued clouds. They looked like vast, lazy thunderheads,<br />
poised to unleash some hellish precipitation which might not even be water.<br />
Commanding the whole scene was an enormous, oblate spheroid. It was an<br />
ancient sun, whose surface was varicosed with vein-like streaks meandering across its<br />
bloated surface. It was wine-red and the bruised veins were a deep purple. On the<br />
other side from the ocean, the shore rose slightly to sand dunes. Near the summit of<br />
them began some sort of growth. His eyes couldn't pick the colour. He was confronted<br />
with only one end of the spectrum. All the blue end, with green and yellow, was<br />
missing. Everything was red or pink, or so deeply coloured, that it appeared to be<br />
black.<br />
He picked up the Bole and decided not to risk it getting bogged in the purple<br />
sand. He had always complained that it weighed a ton, now, with the obvious increase<br />
in gravitation, he was quite certain it did! He found it hard to breath and his heart<br />
started to labour before he was half way up the slope of the dune. The powdery sand<br />
shifted under his feet and he wondered if he was making any progress. He had to<br />
pause and applied techniques which were used when someone who had been in space<br />
for a long time, returned to the heavy gravity of Mars or the Moon. This world was<br />
much bigger, he weighed much heavier, he knew he would have to be careful not to<br />
do himself permanent damage.<br />
The sand was more like talc, soft and purple. It oozed through his toes and<br />
filled his open sandals. He looked back, already his tracks were becoming indistinct,<br />
as the hot breeze skimmed the surface. He had no plan, other than to get away from<br />
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