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Something was dancing, flittering, before me. It had no shape, but it had a voice. The voice was whispering, over and over: "Dahut.beware of Dahut.Alan, beware of Dahut.give me release, Alan.beware of Dahut, Alan.give me release.from the Gatherer.from the Blackness."
I tried to focus upon this flittering thing, but there was a brilliancy about it into which it melted and was lost; a broad aureole of brilliancy and only when I turned my eyes from it could I see the thing dancing and flittering like a fly caught in a globule of light.