In Custody
B
ram Forest upon a across which the of a setting sun. The same sun that had him upon the Tarth—of this he was certain.
He and about quickly, realizing—while he was sure he had returned to Earth—that he be many miles from the under which he had one hundred years.
Screaming, Ylia offered her own in defense of her
loved one. Screaming, Ylia offered her own in defense of her loved one.
At his the was not at all familiar. Then it rose again as he saw the tower of the pushing above the line of the top. He for a moment, himself with the tower the center of his calculations. Then he moved out of the toward his right.
But he had gone ten into the area when his gave him quick and he like a and still.
The of until their echo came loud in his ears and a man passed not ten from his hands.
The man the and cap of a and he was on the but not so much so as to the Bram Forest.
The latter, with the moment he had had to give to himself since he had in the on the Plains of Ofrid, that he was no longer naked. He had of been aware of this but now he gave it his attention and what had happened. He on past events.
During his time of from the Abarian's thrust, the Ylia had him in the of the Nadian, Jlomec. This was and practical but it did nothing to either or the great of his and arms, thighs.
The State Trooper passed on his way and Bram Forest what he was doing about the old mansion. But this did not his for long. As soon as the way was clear, he moved like a great cat through the toward the spot from he had his to the Tarth. As he the last glade, he prayed that the second article in the box the he had now to his right wrist, still where he had it.
He came to the of the open and the terrain. No one was in sight. He his ears for the of any and nothing. He into the open and ran across the field.
It was there—the white package—exactly where he had it that morning. He it up, upon returning to the of the forest.
But his in what the white paper had to such a point of that his lagged, his attention upon the thing, and he came to a full stop mid-field while his at the wrappings.
The white came away and Bram Forest at what was revealed. Then a and came over him. His as every of blood was from his face. His great as with an and such a came over him as people in this or any other world have seen.
Now a great and from his throat; a that make the of this freeze in their and in their places of concealment. A of such and that the trees of the to pause and in mute wonder....
Mulcahey Davis, State Trooper, from the of his and his in no terms.
Why in the name of law and had he and Mowbray been ordered to this tangled, spook-hole? Sure—the of some old had been in a well with on it but what were he and Mowbray going to prove by around through these brambles?
Mulcahey Davis and looked up to see Mowbray across the last yards of his beat. Mowbray from the last of and from his legs. "Find anything?" he asked.
"Not a thing. It's crazy, our around this woods. What will we find? A of rabbits?"
"That in the well has to be investigated," Mowbray said, seriously. "Pretty odd deal."
"What progress have they made?"
"They've the that this place in trust, but the guy in had a or something. He can't be questioned. They may be able to question him. An old guy named Pride. He's in shape."
"Chances are he wouldn't know anything about it if they ask him. What would he have been doing out here?"
"There's that fire in the basement, too. Nothing about that. Fire so it melted rock. A of questions here."
"If they'd ask me, I'd tell them—"
Mulcahey Davis' as a terrible his ears. Mowbray and the two men looked at each other in fear.
But they were and law-enforcement officers and were not in the of terror for long. "Did you that?" Mulcahey Davis said.
"Good lord, man! How I help it!"
"Where'd it come from?"
"Over there."
"Let's go."
The two again into the to at the of an open field. And of their personal and in their line of effort, what they saw them anew.
A of a man—a of in the open field, by the of the setting sun. His great arms were and he was looking up into the sky with a that was a mixture of pain and rage.
He was speaking and his great voice in what was of a prayer. "I know not the purpose for which I was but well do I now know my task. Vengeance! Vengeance such as this world or any other has seen!"
With this the giant—clad in a of some sort—dropped to his and his great into his hands.
Mowbray's was and alert. "Come on," he whispered. "We're him so we a break. Move in quietly. And let's him he sees us. I've got a he ten of us and we don't want to use our guns."
They the and moved in the man. They in with an telling of experience.
Mowbray was for the way it out. He not why the put up no resistance. The man as from a great and he recover, the had him hand and with their belts.
Mulcahey Davis got to his and the from his face. "There's one for the and a afterwards."
"You said it," Mowbray heartily. "Let's take him in."
