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. I was
reminded of a strange short story by Jamaica Kincaid, but it bore me no
clues for deliverance. Immediately following our passage through that
band of illumination, I distinguished a small spot of light far below. At
almost the same moment' I heard the wail once again, this time very near.
I looked up in time to behold the Fire Angel passing through the glow.
But there was another shape close behind it, and it wore a vest and burbled.
The Jabberwock was also on the way down, and it seemed to be making the best
time of any of us. The question of its purpose was immediately prominent; as
it gained, the circle of light grew and Luke stirred again. This question
was quickly answered; however, as it caught up with the Fire Angel and
attacked.
The whiffling, the wailing, and the burbling suddenly echoed down the
shaft, along with hissing, scraping, and occasional snarls. The two beasts
came together and tore at each other, eyes like dying suns, claws like
bayonets, forming a hellish mandala in the pale light which now reached them
from below. While this produced a round of activity too near at hand for me
to feel entirely at ease, it did serve to slow them to the point where I
felt I need not risk an ill-suited spell and an awkward maneuver to emerge
from the tunnel in one piece.
"Argh!" Luke remarked, turning suddenly within my grasp
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