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ers。　This　one　whom　they　call　Kent　works　with　Sabat　and　the　traitoress；　Shyaena。　For　us　to　attempt　to　kill　them　would　not　only　be　dangerous　but　would　aid　their　cause　if　we　failed。　So　this　Kent　must　kill　them　for　us！'
　　
　　A　gasp　came　from　the　onlookers；　followed　by　a　hiss　of　approval。
　　
　　'So　be　it；'　Grayne　turned　to　face　Kent；　those　lips　parted　in　a　smile；　his　silvery　hair　awry　as　though　the　wind　had　ruffled　and　misplaced　it。　'You　hear　us；　Kent？　You　hear　the　decision　of　the　Council　of　Druids？'
　　
　　'I　hear　it；'　Kent　was　aware　that　his　mouth　moved；　that　somehow　he　managed　to　speak；　that　the　words　he　uttered　were　his　own　intentions。　'I　will　kill　Sabat；　and　the　girl　you　call　Shyaena；　if　it　be　your　wish。'
　　
　　'It　is　our　wish。　Our　mand。　Sabat　and　Shyaena　will　e　to　this　place　in　search　of　you；　Kent。　They　will　not　be　suspicious。　Wait　here　by　this　tomb；　my　own　last　resting　place；　and　when　they　approach　you　strike　quickly　and　give　no　warning。　Sabat　first；　a　thrust　deep　into　his　black　heart；　and　then　the　girl。　Let　this　gravel　which　covers　my　earthly　body　run　red　with　their　blood。'
　　
　　'It　shall　be　so。'
　　
　　'But　that　is　not　all。　You；　too；　must　die；　Kent！　When　these　two　are　slain；　fall　upon　your　blade　and　remember　as　you　writhe　in　your　death　throes　that　you　have　served　an　order　more　powerful　and　holy　than　the　religions　of　your　own　time。　And　for　this　service　your　soul　will　be　spared　eternal　torment。　Whilst　Sabat　and　Shyaena　wander　for　eternity　in　purgatory；　the　old　gods　will　take　you　to　their　appointed　place。'
　　
　　'Sabat　and　Shyaena　shall　be　slain　and　then　I　will　die　also；'　Kent　spoke　unemotionally；　felt　the　steel　of　the　sword　cold　to　his　touch；　watched　Sir　Henry　Grayne　and　the　druids　melting　into　the　shadows　as　the　moon；　as　if　manded　to　do　so；　passed　behind　a　dark　cloud。
　　
　　Now　he　was　all　alone；　found　that　he　could　move　freely　again。　But　those　moments　of　shock　and　terror　were　gone　and　in　their　place　he　felt　a　calmness；　a　new　sense　of　purpose；　an　understanding　and　an　eagerness　to　obey。
　　
　　These　druids　were　the　true　believers；　a　sect　harassed　by　conventional　hypocritical　religions。　Sabat　was　a　threat　to　them　and　as　such　the　ex…SAS　man　must　be　killed。　And　then；　and　only　then；　Kent　would　know　true　peace　of　mind。　Death　was　but　a　phase　of　life；　a　stepping　stone　to　the　promised　land　hidden　beyond　the　shadows。
　　
　　Sabat　and　Shyaena　must　die！　Kent　seated　himself　on　the　grave　of　Sir　Henry　Grayne　and　prepared　to　wait。　No　longer　was　the　night　cold　and　hostile　for　he　was　part　of　it；　an　initiate　awaiting　a　greater　truth　and　understanding。
　　
　　
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　　'WELL？'　SHEENAH　glanced　up　as　Sabat　came　back　into　the　house。　'Did　you　find　him？'
　　
　　'Yes；'　Sabat　looked　mentally　and　physically　drained。　'He's　back　in　his　room　at　the　White　Horse。　I　guess　during　the　daytime　hours　he's　as　safe　there　as　anywhere。　Last　night　has　shattered　him　just　the　same　as　it's　shattered　us。　Sleep　is　what　we　all　need；　then　tonight　the　battle　begins　again！〃
　　
　　'I've　made　some　coffee；'　Sheenah　slid　a　mug　of　steaming　dark　fluid　across　the　unit　towards　her　panion。　'I　guess　we're　all　fighting　on　the　same　side　now；　Sabat。　By　the　way；　I　told　you　the　truth　about　my　mother　being　a　white　witch。　And　I　didn't　intend　to　kill　you　and　Kent　of　my　own　free　will。　I　was　psychically　attacked　just　as　you　were　and　there　was　nothing　I　could　do　about　it。'
　　
　　'I　believe　you；'　he　smiled；　closed　his　eyes　momentarily。　'But　we're　not　fighting　the　ancient　druids　now；　Sheenah。　We're　fighting　corruption　and　hypocrisy；　Bishop　Boyce；　this　builder；　Hurst；　and　the　planning　officer　who　made　the　deal　possible　in　the　first　place。　But　there's　no　way　the　old　ones　are　going　to　relinquish　their　hunt　for　us。　We've　got　to　move　fast。'
　　
　　'Couldn't　we　go　after　these　men　right　away；　maybe　get　it　all　settled　by　the　time　darkness　es　again？'
　　
　　'It　won't　be　quite　as　easy　as　that；'　he　gave　a　hollow　laugh。　'We'll　need　darkness　to　cover　us　in　our　fight　against　these　men　also。　I　may　have　to　kill　and　make　sure　that　I　leave　no　trace　for　the　police　to　follow！'　'Oh；　my　God！'
　　
　　There　is　no　alternative。　The　old　ones　will　accept　nothing　less　than　settlement　in　blood。　Far　better　that　these　evil　men　die；　for　whilst　they　live　and　the　deal　goes　on；　more　innocent　lives　will　be　lost。　Take　it　from　me；　Sheenah；　the　Oke　Priests　will　kill　and　kill　again　until　their　sacred　land　is　safer
　　
　　'You're　right；'　she　sipped　her　coffee。　'And　I'll　help　you；　Sabat；　because　my　father；　Alda；　wants　it　that　way　and　my　mother；　Alena；　would　have　wished　it　so　even　though　you　destroyed　her。'
　　
　　'Sleep　first；'　Sabat　drained　his　mug　and　stood　up。　'We　shall　need　all　our　strength　for　this　ing　night。　There　are　three　bedrooms。　You　can　choose　whether　you　sleep　on　your　own　or　with　me。'
　　
　　For　a　moment　their　eyes　met；　both　remembered　what　had　happened　between　them　the　previous　night；　a　mating　witnessed　by　the　high　priest　of　the　old　ones；　a　rape　that　had　finally　been　acceptable　to　the　one　whom　Alda　called　Shyaena。　'I'd　prefer　to　sleep　with　you；'　she　murmured；　and　together　they　made　their　way　upstairs。
　　
　　Sheenah　stepped　out　of　her　dress；　threw　it　across　a　chair；　then　slid　between　the　sheets；　watching　Sabat　undress　through　slitted　eyes　that　were　heavy　with　weariness。　She　hadn't　dreamed　it　all　last　night；　his　body　was　lithe　and　muscular　and　so　sensual；　the　kind　of　man　who　could　seduce　any　woman　he　wished。　Just　the　sight　of　him　brought　a　quiver　to　her　flesh；　a　faint　moistness　between　her　thighs。　So　pleasurable　just　to　think　about　even　when　you　were　too　exhausted　to　make　it　anyway。　But　you　promised　yourself　that　before　much　longer。　。　。　。
　　
　　Sabat　and　Sheenah　slept　the　sleep　of　the　exhausted　that　even　erotic　dreams　were　incapable　of　disturbing。
　　
　　Sabat　experienced　one　awful；　frightening　thought　that　he　was　again　the　victim　of　a　psychic　attack。　Even　as　he　fought　his　way　out　of　the　depths　of　slumber　he　felt　the　familiar　tightness　on　his　chest；　the　weighty　sensation　that　invariably　heralded　the　beginning　of　an　attack。
　　
　　As　his　eyes　opened　the　first　thing　he　saw　was　Sheenah；　dark　and　beautiful。　And　naked。　Astride　him；　a　smile　playing　about　her　pert　mouth。　He　was　aware　also　that　outside　the　sky　was　turning　saffron　with　the　ing　of　dusk。
　　
　　'Hey；　we　should　be　making　a　move；'　he　grunted。　'It'll　be　dark　in　half　an　hour。　We've　slept　the　day　through。'
　　
　　'And　as　a　result　we're　both　refreshed；'　Sheenah　laughed。　'What　better　time　to　make　love　than　on　waking？'
　　
　　Sabat　tensed；　an　inward　struggle　was　taking　place。　Push　this　girl　away；　get　dressed　and　go　in　search　of　Kent。　Or　make　love　and　look　for　Kent　afterwards。　By　the　time　they　finished　it　would　be　fully　dark。　Would　an　hour　or　so　make　that　much　difference？　It　might。　On　the　other　hand　it　probably　wouldn't。　And　he　was　already　being　aroused。
　　
　　Sheenah　was　not　waiting。　Bent　over　him　her　lips　were　brushing　his　own；　then　her　tongue　was　flicking　at　the　lobe　of　an　ear；　her　slim　fingers　stroking　his　chest；　going　lower　。　。　。　and　lower。
　　
　　Long　before　she　transferred　her　attentions　to　the　lower　half　of　his　body；　Sabat's　mind　was　made　up。　Or　rather；　he　accepted　that　there　was　no　way　he　was　going　to　be　able　to　break　off　and　go　in　search　of　Kent。　His　whole　body　vibrated；　his　hands　going　up　to　her　breasts；　teasing　those　nipples　so　that　they　stood　out　hard　and　red。
　　
　　Yet　it　was　all　so　different　from　the　last　time；　Sheenah　was　the　dominant　partner　and　not　just　because　he　wanted　it　that　way。　Everything　she　did　was　done　to　perfection；　the　perfect　bination　of　tenderness　and　sensuousness。
　　
　　'I　simply　adore　circumcised　men；'　her　tongue　travelled　the　course　of　his　scar。　'Did　you　know；　Sabat；'　her　dark　eyes　were　mocking　him；　'that　often　the　ancient　Oke　Priests　circumcised　their　male　sacrificial　victims？'
　　
　　'You　read　that　somewhere？'
　　
　　'Maybe；'　she　dropped　her　gaze；　'or　maybe　I　just　know　it。　A　lot　of　the　time　they　didn't　take　human　life；　just　the　foreskin　as　a　token。'
　　
　　'Which　lets　me　out；'　he　grunted。　'I　guess　I'll　be　for　the　chop　if　they　catch　up　with　me　then。'
　　
　　She　took　him　with　a　breathtaking　unexpectedness；　lifting　herself　up　and　straddling　him　in　one　perfectly　co…ordinated　movement　as　though　she　was　mounting　a　horse。　In　that　one　marvellous　second　they　were　joined；　a　rhythm　that　began　instantly；　gently　。　。　。　speeding　up。
　　
　　Two　people　shuddering　simultaneously；　not　so　much　as　a　pause　as　they　writhed　in　unison；　the　slow　build…up　beginning　again。　Now　Sabat　was　the　rider；　a　black…maned　warrior　glistening　with　sweat；　urging　his　mount　to　even　greater　efforts；　a　headlong　gallop　into　ecstasy。　A　sense　of　timelessness　pervaded　so　that　they　cared　not　for　anything　outside　this　room　which　was　their　own　private　world。
　　
　　Finally　mount　and　rider　slowed　to　a　canter；　then　a　trot。　Until　at　last　they　pulled　apart　and　Sabat　glanced　over　his　shoulder　at　the　window。
　　
　　'It's　already　dark；'　he　grunted。　'We'd　best　dry　ourselves　and　get　dressed。　The　sooner　we　find　Kent　the　easier　I'll　rest。'
　　
　　A　towelling…down　that　was　a　continuation　of　the　union　between　them　except　that　now　there　was　haste　in　their　movements；　an　eagerness　to　don　their　clothes。　It　was　ten…fifteen　by　the　time　they　left　the　house；　travelling　on　foot　because　the　White　Horse　was　only　a　few　minutes'　walk　away。
　　
　　Sheenah　waited　in　the　shadows　until　Sabat　emerged　from　the　entrance　marked　'lounge　bar'。
　　
　　'Kent　left　about　an　hour　ago；'　Sabat's　voice　was　grim；　the　tension　in　his　tone　seeming　to　crackle　like　an　electric　current。　'The　barman　saw　him　with　another　guy。　They　left　together。　I　don't　like　it　one　little　bit。　Let's　try　the　churchyard！'
　　
　　She　wanted　to　ask　'why　the　churchyard'；　but　in　her　heart　she　knew；　because　right　now　the　focal　point　of　this　whole　village　was　St　Monica's　cemetery。
　　
　　'Why　do　you　think　Kent's　gone　back　to　the　churchyard？'　Sheenah　breathed　as　they　approached　the　lychgate。　'And　who　is　the　guy　he's　gone　with？'
　　
　　'I　could　hazard　a　dozen　guesses；'　Sabat　whispered；　'but　I　don't　believe　in　wasting　brainpower　on　wild　possibilities。　We'll　find　out　soon　enough。'