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set　by　the　Cult　of　the　Severed　Head。　Maybe　he　should　have　gone　for　the　bishop　first。　'I　realise　it　isn't　an　opportune　time　to　call；　in　view　of　recent　happenings。　。　。　。　'
　　
　　'Oh；　Darren's　okay；'　she　laughed。　'Would　you　like　a　drink？'
　　
　　'I　could　use　a　whisky　and　pep；'　he　followed　her　into　the　lounge；　noting　the　way　her　buttocks　wiggled。　It　was　natural；　not　put　on　for　his　benefit。　The　kind　of　woman　who　was　a　natural　turn…on。
　　
　　'Darren's　gone　to　London；'　she　handed　him　his　drink。　'A　Federation　meeting　or　something　boring　like　that。'
　　
　　'I　would've　thought　he'd've　had　more　fun　staying　at　home。'　Sabat　drew　her　gaze　again　and　her　eyes　told　him　everything　he　wanted　to　know。　Marion　Hurst　wasn't　a　bitter　bereavement　by　any　means。　The　Oke　Priests　had　got　the　builder　over　one　hurdle　but　there　were　even　bigger　ones　looming　up　ahead。
　　
　　Those　eyes；　Lola　decided；　were　like　dark　mysterious　pools　that　you　had　to　keep　gazing　into。　'Did　you　want　to　see　him　about　anything？　Anything　in　particular？'
　　
　　'As　a　matter　of　fact；　I　did；'　Sabat　spoke　slowly；　his　words　seeming　to　vibrate　on　Lola's　brain；　soothing　like　soft　background　music　after　a　few　gins。　'I　wanted　him　to　acpany　me　down　to　Wiltshire。　It's　very　important；　in　fact　his　deal　with　the　Church　over　this　proposed　tract　of　building　land　hinges　on　it！'
　　
　　She　nodded　slowly。　His　voice；　she　could　have　sat　there　and　listened　to　it　all　night。　Perhaps　she　would；　she　hoped　he　wasn't　in　a　hurry　to　leave。　If　only　she　could　think　of　some　way　of　detaining　him；　only　her　brain　did　not　seem　to　be　functioning　very　well。　She　smiled　vacantly；　aware　that　the　top　two　buttons　of　her　blouse　were　undone　and　his　eyes　were　fixed　on　her　cleavage。　Then　they　came　back　up　to　meet　her　own。
　　
　　'I'm　sure　we　could　all　go　down　to　Wiltshire　tomorrow　night；'　soothing　tones；　manding。　'You　could　e　down　with　Darren；　couldn't　you？'
　　
　　'Yes；'　she　was　eager；　her　heartbeat　speeding　up；　but　her　voice　sounded　so　lazy。　'Do　we　really　have　to　take　Darren；　though？　Couldn't　just　you　and　I　go；　Sabat？'
　　
　　'No；　I'm　afraid　not；'　he　shook　his　head　slowly；　never　for　one　moment　allowing　his　penetrating　gaze　to　waver　from　hers。　'Darren　must　e。　I'm　relying　on　you　to　see　that　he　does。　Do　you　understand；　Darren　must　e？'
　　
　　'l　。　。　。　understand；'　she　wanted　to　yawn；　his　words　repeating　themselves　inside　her　brain。　'Darren　must　e　。　。　。　Darren　must　e　。　。　。　must　e'。
　　
　　'Good；'　he　said。　'I　knew　I　could　rely　on　you。　I　will　give　you　more　detailed　instructions　before　I　leave　and　you　will　impress　upon　Darren　that　it　is　vital　he　acpanies　you　because　Bishop　Boyce　will　be　there　also；　and　if　the　two　of　them　do　not　meet　then　there　is　every　chance　that　the　St　Monica's　deal　will　fall　through。　Do　。　。　。　you　。　。　。　understand？'
　　
　　'Yes。'　Somehow　she　would　get　Darren　down　to　Wiltshire；　not　because　of　the　deal　but　because　Sabat　had　manded　her　to　do　so。　And　because　Sabat　would　be　there　too。
　　
　　'Good；'　he　had　taken　a　small　silver　crucifix　from　the　pocket　of　his　corduroy　jacket；　was　dangling　the　frail　chain　between　his　fingers；　allowing　it　to　swing　from　side　to　side　under　its　own　momentum；　the　light　flashing　on　it；　scintillating。　Backwards　。　。　。　forwards　。　。　。　backwards　。　。　。　forwards。　。　。　。
　　
　　Lola　felt　the　desire　for　sleep　but　her　eyes　would　not　close。　She　found　her　gaze　following　every　movement　of　that　tiny　cross。
　　
　　'You　haven't　shown　me　the　upstairs　yet；'　Sabat　was　smiling。　'Perhaps　you　would　like　to　take　me　on　a　conducted　tour。'
　　
　　She　stood　up　immediately。　Her　legs　still　felt　shaky　but　she　knew　that　she　must　do　as　this　man　had　manded。　She　turned；　could　still　feel　his　eyes　boring　into　her；　and　in　her　mind　she　again　saw　that　crucifix　going　to　and　fro。　。　。to　and　fro　。。。　to　and　fro。　。　。　。
　　
　　Sabat　was　aware　of　the　pelling　urge　inside　him　as　he　followed　Lola　up　the　stairs。　Her　tightly　fitting　clothes　showed　off　her　shapely　body；　those　buttocks　still　wiggled　alluringly。　This　was　one　time　he　expected　to　hear　Quentin；　a　deep　throaty　lusting　laugh；　but　his　brother's　soul　was　silent。　For　once　Mark　Sabat　was　in　plete　control。　Quentin　would　not　interfere　against　the　Oke　Priests。　Also；　had　not　Sabat　challenged　the　might　of　the　Hirschlanden　Warrior　of　L'lmpernal；　an　evil　arch…druid　from　ancient　Rome　who　had　once　ruled　by　terror　with　his　Cult　of　the　Severed　Head？　And　Sabat　had　survived。　His　stars；　his　guardians；　were　on　his　side。　Tonight　he　was　very　powerful。　And　they　knew　it！
　　
　　Lola　did　as　she　had　been　manded；　taking　her　visitor　on　a　tour　of　every　room。　The　bathroom　and　shower…room；　spare　bedrooms；　finally　the　nuptial　chamber　itself；　Lola's　new　domain　now　that　Marion　was　no　more。
　　
　　'Excellent；'　Sabat　fixed　her　with　his　gaze　again。　'Now　I　think　that　you　and　I　might　indulge　in　some　pleasure。'
　　
　　Eagerly　her　trembling　fingers　were　beginning　to　unbutton　her　clothing；　a　sudden　haste　as　she　bared　her　body　for　him；　a　stripper　determined　to　show　herself　off　to　her　best　advantage；　turning　one　way；　then　the　other；　lifting　her　breasts；　balancing　them　in　cupped　hands。　One　leg　raised；　then　the　other。　Smiling　at　his　nod　of　approval；　throwing　herself　back　on　the　bed；　splaying　her　legs　then　drawing　them　up；　almost　feeling　the　burning　heat　of　his　dark　eyes　sizzling　on　the　soft　moistness　between　her　thighs。
　　
　　Sabat　undressed　slowly；　never　for　one　moment　taking　his　eyes　off　her；　then　advanced　towards　her　like　a　hunting　beast　that　has　finally　cornered　its　prey；　one　hundred　and　eighty　pounds　of　sheer　muscle；　quivering　at　the　prospect　of　the　pleasures　that　awaited　him。
　　
　　For　Lola　it　was　an　experience　akin　to　drowning；　albeit　a　pleasant　feeling；　swamped　by　this　dark…haired　man　who　fell　on　her　ravenously　yet　was　so　sensuous　in　everything　he　did。　His　kisses；　wherever　they　were　planted；　seemed　to　burn　her；　his　caressing　fingertips　icy　to　her　hot；　fevered　flesh。　Mute　mands；　she　knew　what　was　expected　of　her；　that　she　was　subservient　to　him　even　when　she　was　astride　him；　her　eyes　constantly　going　back　to　his；　afraid　that　she　might　not　be　pleasing　him。
　　
　　Sabat　was　powerful　and　never　relented　his　efforts；　one　orgasm　being　the　springboard　for　the　next。　Now　she　was　kneeling；　head　bowed　so　that　her　long　hair　fell　over　the　side　of　the　bed　almost　brushing　the　carpet；　his　thrusts　from　behind　so　powerful　that　once　she　almost　fell　forward　and　would　have　sprawled　on　the　floor　had　his　arms　not　encircled　her　waist　and　held　her。
　　
　　Still　eager　to　please　even　when　she　could　climax　no　more；　her　spirit　willing；　her　flesh　spent。　Even　so　it　was　a　disappointment　when　finally　Sabat　came　off　her　and　lay　back　with　a　loud　sigh　of　satisfaction。　Exhausted　as　she　was　she　would　happily　have　lain　there　and　taken　what　he　had　to　offer　all　night。
　　
　　'You　are　very　good；　Lola；'　rich　tones　of　praise　that　brought　an　excited　gleam　to　her　blue　eyes。　'Very；　very　good。　I　only　wish　that　it　was　possible　for　me　to　stay　here　with　you　all　night。'
　　
　　Disappointment　which　she　was　unable　to　voice　because　Sabat's　decisions　were　final；　not　to　be　queried。　Her　expression　changed；　sadness；　loneliness。
　　
　　'However；　we　shall　meet　again　soon；'　he　leaned　across　her；　began　retrieving　his　cast…off　clothing。　'Now；　you　have　not　forgotten　what　you　must　do；　have　you？'
　　
　　'I　have　not　forgotten；'　she　stared　directly　up　at　the　ceiling；　a　recitation　as　though　she　had　learned　the　words　off　by　heart　in　order　to　repeat　when　requested　to　do　so。　'I　must　e　down　to　Wiltshire　tomorrow　night　and　bring　Darren　with　me。　It　is　vital　because　Bishop　Boyce　will　be　there　and　unless　Darren　es　the　deal　might　fall　through。　Darren　must　e。　You　will　give　me　details。'
　　
　　'Indeed　I　shall；　and　you　must　listen　carefully。　There　is　a　place　on　Salisbury　Plain　known　as　Stonehenge；　and　it　is　to　be　there　where　you　must　proceed；　parking　your　car　some　distance　away　and　going　on　foot　the　rest　of　the　way。　In　all　probability　I　shall　already　be　there　with　Bishop　Boyce。　You　must　arrive　by　midnight；　no　later。　Allow　yourself　plenty　of　time　in　case　of　mishaps　for　it　is　vital　that　you　are　prompt。　Do　not　fail　me；　Lola。　Now　repeat　what　I　have　told　you。'
　　
　　Almost　word　for　word　she　repeated　his　instructions；　blushing　with　pride　when　he　nodded　his　satisfaction　and　murmured：　'You　are　very　good；　Lola。　You　will　not　fail　me。'
　　
　　'I　shall　not　fail　you；'　she　echoed；　and　added；　'and　when　I　have　carried　out　your　mands；　my　body　will　be　yours　again　for　the　taking。　Do　as　you　will　with　it；　Sabat。'
　　
　　'I　shall；　I　promise；'　he　smiled；　removed　a　fleck　of　dust　from　the　sleeve　of　his　jacket　and　felt　the　forting　weight　of　the　…38　in　its　pocket　holster。　'Now　I　must　leave　you　for　I　have　an　urgent　appointment。　Do　not　fail　me　Lola；　for　more　depends　on　this　than　you　can　possibly　imagine！'
　　
　　He　left　the　house；　stepped　outside　into　the　balmy　spring　night；　saw　the　reflection　of　his　silver　Daimler　in　the　starlight；　a　silent　monster　standing　there　in　the　drive。　So　serene；　it　was　difficult　to　believe　that　evil　forces　were　abroad；　for　even　Quentin　was　silent。
　　
　　Sabat　slid　behind　the　wheel　and　the　engine　purred　into　life。　Even　before　he　moved　off　the　car　had　bee　an　extension　of　his　own　personality；　streamlined；　powerful。　He　glanced　back　at　the　house　just　in　time　to　see　the　bedroom　light　go　out。　Lola　was　well　satisfied　in　her　hypnotic　trance。　There　were　a　number　of　factors　that　would　bring　her　and　Darren　to　Stonehenge　tomorrow　night。　They　would　e　all　right；　there　was　no　doubt　about　that。
　　
　　He　eased　the　sleek　nose　of　the　car　out　of　the　drive　gateway；　turned　on　to　the　deserted　main　road。　The　Daimler　picked　up　speed；　obeying　its　master's　mands　just　as　Lola　had　done。　Neither　of　them　would　fail　him。
　　
　　His　brow　furrowed　momentarily；　and　he　pictured　that　pentagram　back　in　the　curate's　house；　a　few　chalk　lines　and　some　chalices　filled　with　charged　water。　They　were　all　that　stood　between　the　imbecilic　Kent；　the　stolen　jewelled　sword　of　Alda　and　the　wrath　of　the　dark　forces。　The　journalist　was　drugged。　He　would　sleep　soundly　until　Sabat　returned。　There　was　nothing　else　that　could　have　been　done　to　protect　him。　The　Hirschlanden　Warrior　of　L'lmpernal　had　given　his　word；　but　would　it　be