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Show r e form of a ragged, bent old man. Sandy drew in her breath sharply as she recognized Lamm. "Master!" shouted one of the soldiers. "The slaves are sending us a new kind of potato!" Sandy watched, petrified, as Lamm was dragged down into the pit and pushed onto his knees in front of the fat sorcerer. An evil grin spread across Daemon's face when he saw the old man. "Lamm! What a pleasant surprise! You are just in time to watch our little ceremony." Seeing the spoon, Lamm cried out in alarm. "Ah! Verus!" "Yes, your precious Verus. You are going to have the privilege of watching us melt her. And then, Lamm my friend, You will be next!" The soldiers jerked the old man to his feet, and held him tightly while Daemon, With a flourish of his gloved hand, opened the furnace door and slowly pushed the tongs toward the blazing fire. "NO!" screamed Sandy. Beside herself with rage, the girlr half flew into the pit and shoved the startled guards aside. She hurled herself toward Daemon and pushed him down, knocking the tongs from his hand. Sobbing, she picked up the spoon, which had been knocked free from the tongs and had landed against the pit wall. By now the guards had recovered from their shock and were edging toward her. She backed up against the wall as they advanced. "Well, look who came to the party!" snarled the sorcerer, as he picked himself up. The guards came closer. "Don't touch her! ,MI |