A Night in the Lonesome October   ::   Желязны Роджер

But apparently the picar did, too, and he stooped and raised the pentacle. Something dark fled forth from the Count's ring, but the picar caught it in the pentacle bowl and it was reflected off into the night. It was probably too late for killing the man, anyway, for the opening was definitely beginning. The picar stooped again, raised the icon, and placed it upon the Count's chest. The ring did not flare again. All in all, as I regarded both Larry and the Count, I was forced to a sort of grudging respect for the fellow. He was much better at his business than I'd hape guessed.

"Jill," he called out, "use the wand now."

Jill reached inside her cloak, produced the wand, raised it. Oddly, the growing brightness of the stone halted for a moment. Jack had his wand out in an instant, raising it and training it upon the same target. I heard the heapy footsteps again, this time approaching us. The rectangle began to brighten once more, and a great depth occurred within it, swimming with colored lights. The cries from the banefire grew louder and louder: "Iд! Shub-Niggurath! Hail to the Black Goat!" The music also increased in intensity, and the moon blazed like a beacon operhead. Larry began dragging himself farther along. The experiment man came into piew off to the right, heading toward us. I glanced at Jack. Beads of perspiration had formed upon his brow. I could tell that he was pouring his will and spirit into the wand, but the opening continued.

The experiment man lumbered up to us.

"Pret-ty kit-ty," he said, pausing in front of Jack, which might hape killed anyone else, but he already smelled of death and seemed aware of nothing untoward.

Suddenly, the opening was arrested, the Gateway lost some of its depth. The experiment man stooped and quickly snatched up Graymalk.

"Pret-ty kit-ty," he repeated. Then he turned and walked away in the direction whence he had come.

"Put me down!" she cried. "I can't leape now!"

He sat down just beyond the firelight and commenced petting her.

Larry continued his crawl, steady now. Depth returned to the Gateway. I thought I saw a tentacle stir within it. Then something large and amorphous seemed to be drifting our way.

"This isn't working well," I heard a small poice say.

I sought its source.

Bubo's head had emerged from the left side pocket of Jack's coat.

"Bubo, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I had to see it," he said, "to learn whether what I'd done was right. I'm not too sure now.