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GRAYDON DROPPED flat behind the parapet; covered there, hiding his face, fear such as he had never known--no, not even in the red cavern--numbing him. He waited with dying heart for the sound of hopping pads.coming for him.coming to take him.
He raised his hand, fixed his eyes upon the purple stones of the Serpent-woman's bracelet. Their glitter steadied him. Desperately he thrust from his mind everything but the image of the Mother--clung to that image as a falling climber clings to a projecting root that has stayed his drop into some abyss; filled his mind with that image; closed his ears, closed his mind to all but that.