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. Then
came the mightiest blow of all.
Suddenly, Gorath found himself somersaulting
backward through the air, falling helplessly into the deep,
deep ravine. Gorath expected to see his life flash before his
eyes, but for some reason he had a vision of Zoma's old,
ugly face instead. He screamed. Then everything went
black.
When Gorath opened his eyes, he was looking directly
into Zoma's face. Only this time it was no vision. It really
was Zorna. He screamed again.
She attempted to comfort him, wiping the sweat off his
feverish brow with her icy hand. "There, there, darling,"
she whispered into his ear. "I'll make you feel better."
Gorath realized he was strapped to a chair. But where
was he? He looked around. He was in Zoma's cold, musty
house. It was as inviting as a tomb. It was too dark to see
clearly, but he could make out some crooked furniture in
the shadows, some heavy pots hanging from cobweb-
infested walls, and a large bubbling kettle by the fireplace.
There was a horrible stench in the air, and Gorath
suspected Zorna was still preparing slug stew. "How did I
get here, old woman?" he snapped.
"I brought you from the ravine."
Gorath looked at the frail woman. "How could YOU
carry me all the way from the ravine?"
"I love you," she said simply
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