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. Now he was certain. Keli dragged up every bit of
strength he had and lurched hard against the wall. He
pressed his face to the wet, black stone, shuddering. "Now
where?"
Tas attacked the answer obliquely. "We can't go back,
but he's not coming on, either."
"What, then?"
"We can always wait."
Out over the lake the jeweled and dazzling mists of
sunset were gone. On the far shore twilight's purple
shadows gathered, the outriders of the night.
"It would be nice," Keli said tightly, "if we could fly."
"Sure would," Tas agreed, "and a lot better than being
stuck up here"
Keli wanted to wail. He clamped his back teeth hard
and whispered, "Then - but - why are we out here? I thought
you knew a way OUT of this mess!"
Tas shrugged. "I didn't think he'd follow us. I thought
he was drowned in the lake. Twice."
Across the arch Tigo sat, his back against the stone,
patient as inevitable doom. Keli couldn't look at him
without feeling sick, without feeling, in imagination, the rip
of his grapnel hand and the long, shattering fall to the water
below.
Light, the faint and fading gold of sunset, the silver of
approaching twilight, danced up from the black surface of
the lake and came together, shining in the gloaming like
hope promised
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