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Show 308 * * * * * * That night they came for him. He was standing in a broad, f l a t plain that was cut by lines that stretched off into the distance, meeting at a point on the horizon to the right of folded snowcapped mountains. Clouds with flat bottoms floated overhead, d r i f t i ng north toward the vanishing point, moving faster and becoming elongated the closer they moved, rushing with a terrifying speed as they progressed and finally disappearing into a point in the air over the convergence of the lines. The sky was f u l l of flying things. As he turned, someone stepped behind a tree. He would have to be very careful. Picking his way through piles of broken rubble, he passed under an archway and found himself in a courtyard. A long shadow extended across the ground from behind a white p i l l a r . As he watched it began to move, i t s shoulders rising and f a l l i n g , and i t grew longer. In another moment whatever was casting i t would come out from behind the pillar. He pushed open the door behind him and passed a table with a cage on top of i t , in which something grinned at him through hair. Running now, he reached the top of the stairs and looked l e f t and right. Someone had been there just ahead of him; he could feel the particles of the air rocking gently. He followed a white hopping thing that kept a uniform distance from him down the corridor. It hopped awkwardly, as though crippled, pausing at times and then making f i t f u l l i t t l e jumps and then a large one, bouncing off the wall and f a l l i ng back to the floor again. He could not get close enough to see what i t was, but just then the bishop's round bald head swung down from the ceiling on a rope. It stopped in front of him and said, "Eeee. Lorin," and scuttled off on tiny legs. They were f i t t i ng a small black bag for him in one of the rooms at the end of the h a l l , but |