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Show -93- The guard slowly unlocked the door and went in. "Well?" he grumbled. "Your jacket has a big tear in it - look!" She pointed to a gash in his coat. "If you will get me some thread and a needle, I'll be most happy to mend it for you!" Sandy smiled at the guard. He stared at her in terror. "You - you're a witch!" he cried. "Nobody helps anyone around here, - you're putting a spell on me! Cr-go away! GO!" He pushed her down and fled down the hall, slamming the door after him in his haste. Getting up, Sandy went to the cell door and turned the handle. It was unlocked! She slid out of the door and darted across the hall, where she flattened herself against the wall. The corridor was empty. She tiptoed down the hall. When she reached the stairway she looked carefully around, but the guards were gone. She crept up the stairs and hid behind a pillar near the throne room, where she overheard two guards talking. "Daemon has the furnace ready, and everyone is waiting for the ceremony. You had better come, - he wants us all there!" They walked past the pillar where Sandy was hiding, and out the castle door. She followed them to a wide pit below the shed where she had cut her way out of the sack, and hid behind a rock. Daemon was standing near a red hot furnace. In his hand he held a pair of long steel tongs in which Verus was tightly clamped. The soldiers and guards stood around him in a wide circle, watching. There, was a sudden stir among the men as two soldiers appeared from the shed above the pit. Between them they held the struggling |