I heard arrows hum past and saw, at the top of the landing, my archers, sending shafts into the rabble. He fell back, and I lost sight of him as my stalwarts struck again. The flaming lamp struck him in the face, and even over the sounds of fighting I could hear the howl of agony. Ah, but if a foreign power could actually get an ESP-endowed agent inside this place, then it might be a different story entirely! Our own psychics have been able to break them up or block them easily enough. But they were very weak because the alien espers can't precisely pin-point our location-that is, they have no definite point of focus-and also because we're protected by the ravine. He strode urgently ahead, with Vyotsky close at heel.Most of them have been merely inquisitive: the work of various groups of foreign seers or scryers trying to discover what's going on here. This telepathic sending we've just had reported to us, Khuv mused, almost as if he hadn't heard the other's questions.It isn't the first, as you're aware. But there was now a second source of illumination, and it was blue! Kyle snatched himself back from sleep, sat bolt upright in his bed. His lamp was still on, its shade forming a pool of yellow light on the mahogany bedside table. You might say I revisited that moment and was reborn to darkness of my own free will. For being the watcher that I became that long-ago night in Paris, when I was forced into it. It's a lust again for time and for the future, for the mysteries of the natural world.
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