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. The ty'iga were a nornially bodiless race of demons that
dwelled in the blackness beyond the Rim. I recalled being told that they
were very powerful and very difficult to control.
"Uh . . , can you make this one stop slobbering on my carpet?" I said.
"Of course," he replied, and he released the sphere, which fell to the
floor before her. It did not bounce, but began immediately to roll,
describing a rapid circuit about her.
"Stand up," he said, "and stop releasing bodily fluids upon the floor."
She did as he ordered, climbing to her feet, her expression vacant.
"Seat yourself in that chair," he directed, indicating the one she had
occupied but minutes earlier.
She complied, and the rolling ball adjusted itself to her progress and
continued its circle, about the chair now.
"It cannot vacate that body," he said then, "unless I release it. And I
can cause it any amount of torment within my sphere of power. I can get you
your answers now. Tell me what the questions are."
"Can she hear us right now?"
"Yes, but it cannot speak unless I permit it."
"Well, there's no point to causing unnecessary pain. T'he threat itself
may be sufficient. I want to know why she's been following me about."
"Very well," he said. "That is the question, ty'iga. Answer it!"
"I follow him to protect him," she said, her voice flat
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