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r desire to indulge in any attempt to determine the center of the affair。 Keeping this in mind； I did manage to observe as I went； though； enough so that I was able to anticipate a number of their collisions well in advance。
So Childe Random to the dark tower came； yeah； gun in one hand； blade in the other。 The goggles hung about my neck。 With all the smoke and confused lighting； I wasn't about to don them until it became absolutely necessary。
Now； whatever the reason； the rocks avoided the tower。 While it seemed to stand on a hill； I realized as I approached that it would be more correct to say that the rocks had scooped out an enormous basin just short of it。 I could not tell from my side； however； whether the effect was that of an island or a peninsula。
I dashed through the smoke and rubble； avoiding the jets of flame that leaped from the cracks and holes。 Finally I scrambled up the slope； removing myself from the courseway。 Then for several moments I clung at a spot just below any line of sight from the tower。 I checked my weapons； controlled my breathing； and put on the goggles。 Everything set； I went over the top and came up into a crouch。
Yes； the shades worked。 And yes； the beast was waiting。
It was a fright all right； because in some ways it was kind of beautiful。 It had a snake body as big around as a barrel； with a head sort of like a massive claw hammer； but kind of tapered to the snout end。 Eyes of a very pale green。 And it was clear as glass； with very faint； fine lines seeming to indicate scales。 Whatever flowed in its veins was reasonably clear； also。 You could look right into it and see its organs … opaque or cloudy as the case might be。 You could almost be distracted by watching the thing function。 And it had a dense mane； like bristles of glass； about the head and collaring its gullet。 Its movement when it saw me； raised that head and slivered forward； was like flowing water … living water； it seemed； a bedless river without banks。 What almost froze me； though； was that I could see into its stomach。 There was a partly digested man in it。
I raised the gun； aimed at the nearest eye； and squeezed the trigger。
I already told you it didn't work。 So I threw the gun； leaped to my left； and sprang in on its right side； going for its eye with my blade。
You know how hard it can be to kill things built along reptilian lines。 I decided immediately to try to blind the thing and hack off its tongue as the first order of business。 Then； being more than a little fast on my feet； I might have any number of chances to lay in some good ones about the head until I decapitated it。 Then let it tie itself in knots till it stopped。 I was hoping； too； that it might be sluggish because it was still digesting someone。
If it was sluggish then； I was glad that I hadn't stopped by earlier。 It drew its head out of the path of my blade and snapped down over it while I was still off balance。 That snout glanced across my chest； and it did feel as if I had been hit by a massive hammer。 It knocked me sprawling。
I kept on rolling to get out of range； ing up short near the edge of the embankment。 I recovered my footing there while it unwound itself； dragged a lot of weight in my direction； and then reared up and cocked its head again； about fifteen feet above me。
I know damn well that Gerard would have chosen that moment to attack。 The big bastard would have strode forward with that monster blade of his and cut the thing in half。 Then it probably would have fallen on him and writhed all over him； and he'd have e away with a few bruises。 Maybe a bloody nose。 Benedict would not have missed the eve。 He would have had one in each pocket by then and be playing football with the head while posing a footnote to Clausewitz。 But they are genuine hero types。 Me； I just stood there holding the blade point upward； both hands on the hilt； my elbows on my hips； my head as far back out of the way as possible。 I would much rather have run and called it a day。 Only I knew that if I tried it； that head would drop down and smear me。
Cries from within the tower indicated that I had been spotted； but I was not about to look away to see what was going on。 Then I began cursing the thing。 I wanted it to strike and get it over with； one way or the other。
When it finally did； I shuffled my feet； twisted my body； and swung the point into line with my target。
My left side was partly numbed by the blow； and I felt as if I had been driven a foot into the ground。 Somehow I managed to remain upright。 Yes； I had done everything perfectly。 The maneuver had gone exactly as I had hoped and planned。
Except for the beast's part。 It wasn't cooperating by producing the appropriate death throes。
In fact； it was beginning to rise。
It took my blade with it； too。 The hilt protruded from its left eye socket； the point emerged like another bristle amid the mane on the back of its head。 I had a feeling that the offensive team had had it。
At that moment； figures began to emerge … slowly； cautiously … from an opening at the base of the tower。 They were armed and ugly…looking； and I had a feeling that they were not on my side of the disagreement。
Okay。 I know when it is time to fold and hope for a better hand another day。
〃Brand！〃 I shouted。 〃It's Random！ I can't get through！ Sorry！〃
Then I turned； ran； and leaped back over the edge； down into the place where the rocks did their unsettling things。 I wondered whether I had chosen the best time to descend。
Like so many things； the answer was yes and no。
It was not the sort of jump I would make for many reasons other than those which prevailed。 I came down alive； but that seemed the most that could be said for it。 I was stunned； and for a long while I thought I had broken my ankle。
The thing that got me moving again was a rustling sound from above and the rattle of gravel about me。 When I readjusted the goggles and looked up； I saw that the beast had decided to e down and finish the job。 It was winding its phantom way down the slope； the area about its head having darkened and opaqued since I had skewered it upstairs。
I sat up。 I got to my knees。 I tried my ankle； couldn't use it。 Nothing around to serve as a crutch； either。 Okay。 I crawled then。 Away。 What else was there to do？ Gain as much ground as I could and think hard while I was about it。
Salvation was a rock … one of the smaller； slower ones； only about the size of a moving van。 When I saw it approaching； it occurred to me that here was transportation if I could make it aboard。 Maybe some safety； too。 The faster； really massive ones appeared to get the most abuse。
This in mind； I watched the big ones that acpanied my own； estimated their paths and velocities； tried to gauge the movement of the entire system； readied myself for the moment； the effort。 I also listened to the approach of the beast； heard the cries of the troops from the edge of the bluff； wondered whether anyone up there was giving odds on me and what they might be if they were。
When the time came； I went。 I got past the first big one without any trouble； but had to wait for the next one to go by。 I took a chance in crossing the path of the final one。 Had to； to make it in time。
I made it to the right spot at the right moment caught on to the holds I had been eyeing； and was dragged maybe twenty feet before I could pull myself up off the ground。 Then I hauled my way to its unfortable top； sprawled there； and looked back。
It had been close。 Still was； for that matter； as the beast was pacing me； its one good eye following the spinning big ones。
From overhead I heard a disappointed wail。 Then the guys started down the slope； shouting what I took to be encouragement to the creature。 I menced massaging my ankle。 I tried to relax。 The brute crossed over； passing behind the first big rock as it pleted another orbit。
How far could I shift through Shadow before it reached me？ I wondered。 True； there was constant movement； a changing of textures。。。
The thing waited for the second rock； slithered by behind it； paced me again； drew nearer。
Shadow； Shadow； on the wing …
The men were almost to the base of the slope by then。 The beast was wait