t her by a collapsed brass tower thirty yards away. Shrike shook and cried, but her body was tense, ready to spring, ready to kill something.
"Were you dreaming?" Spyder asked
"Yes. My father was in Hell being tortured by the -bastard, Xero Abrasax. "
"Was he pulling a chariot?"
"Yes," said Shrike. "How did you know?"
"I think I might have had part of your dream. "
Shrike breathed deeply. "Were close to Hell. It can creep into your dreams. Thats good. It means it was just a nightmare and not an omen. "
"Yeah. We just dreamed what scares us the most. "
"But why did you dream about my father?"
"I dont know. I know Im not going to sleep again, thats for sure. "
"Me neither. "
"Listen, lets just go till we reach the mountains. No more bullshit. No more pit stops. We wait for it to cool off and we walk till we drop. "
"Youre right. "
Shrike nodded and they walked back to the tank. The others were all up, looking pale and agitated, as if they, too, had been awakened by disturbing dreams. There wouldnt be any arguments about pushing straight on through to the Kaslans.
Forty
The Possibility of Floating
"Have you thought about what youre going to do, little brother?"
"When?"
"When we reach the gates of Hell. "
"Not much, no. "
"Maybe you should. Ive listened to you talk about the place and, while I admire your scholarship, I wonder if its enough. "
It was just after sundown and the sky along the horizon was the color of rust and bruises. Spyder was spinn
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