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himself into the unknown.
He was in the Sklotsky Catacomb on Mars. The white slug that was Lindsey Joyce was writhing before
him.
`NO! NO! No!' her motion screamed. `DON'T HURT ME.
DON'T KILL ME. NO PLEASE . . . PLEASE . . . PLEASE... .' The burning man opened his tiger
mouth and laughed. `She hurts,' he said. The sound of his voice burned his eyes.
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The burning man winced. ' Too bright,' he said. `Less light.'
Foyle took a step forward. `BLAA-GAA-DAA-MAWWFRAA-MISHINGLISTONVISTA!' the
motion roared.
The burning man clapped his hands over his ears in agony. `Too loud,' he cried. `Don't move so loud.'
The writhing Sklotsky's motion was still screaming, beseeching: `DON'T HURT ME. DON'T HURT
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ME.'
The burning man laughed again. `Listen to her. She's screaming. Begging. She doesn't want to die. She
doesn't want to be hurt. Listen to her.'
`IT WAS OLIVIA PRESTEIGN GAVE THE ORDER. OLIVIA PRESTEIGN. NOT ME. DON'T
HURT ME. OLIVIA PRESTEIGN.'
`She's telling who gave the order. Can't you hear? Listen with your eyes. She says Olivia.'
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
The checkerboard glitter of Foyle's question was too much for him.
`She says Olivia. Olivia Presteign. Olivia Presteign. Olivia Presteign!
He jaunted.
He fell back into the pit under Old St Pat's, and suddenly his confusion and despair told him he was
dead. This was the finish of Gully Foyle. This was eternity, and hell was real. What he had seen was the
past passing before his crumbling senses in the final moment of death. What he was enduring he must
endure through all time. He was dead. He knew he was dead.
He refused to submit to eternity. He beat again into the unknown.
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The burning man jaunted.
He was in a scintillating mist . . . a snowflake cluster of stars . . . a shower of liquid diamonds. There was
the touch of butterfly wings on his skin . . . There was the taste of a strand of cool pearls in his mouth
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His crossed kaleidoscopic senses could not tell him where he was, but he knew he wanted to remain in
this Nowhere for ever.
`Hello, Gully.'
'Who's that?'
`This is Robin!
'Robin?'
'Robin Wednesbury that was.'
`That was?'
`Robin Yeovil that is.'
`I don't understand. Am I dead?'
`No, Gully.'
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`Where am I?'
'A long, long way from Old St Pat's.'
`But where?'
`I can't take the time to explain, Gully. You've only got a few moments here.'
'Why?'
`Because you haven't learned to jaunte through space-time yet. You've got to go back and learn.'
`But I do know. I must know. Sheffield said I space-jaunted to Nomad... six hundred thousand miles.'
`That was an accident then, Gully, and you'll do it again . . . after you teach yourself . . . But you're not
doing it now. You don't know how to hold on yet . . . how to turn any Now into reality. You'll tumble
back into Old St Pat's in a moment.'
`Robin, I've just remembered. I have bad news for you.'
`I know, Gully.'
'Your mother and sisters are dead.'
'I've known for a long time, Gully.! 'How long?'
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`For thirty years.'
`That's impossible.'
`No it isn't. This is a long, long way from Old St Pat's. I've been wanting to tell you how to save yourself
from the fire, Gully. Will you listen?'
`I'm not dead?'
`No.'
`I'll listen.'
`Your senses are all confused. It'll pass soon, but I won't give the directions in left and right or up and
down. I'll tell you what you can understand now.'
`Why are you helping me . . . after what I've done to you?'
`That's all forgiven and forgotten, Gully. Now listen to me. When you get back to Old St Pat's, turn
around until you're facing the loudest shadows. Got that?'
`Yes.'
`Go towards the noise until you feel a deep prickling on your skin. Then stop.'
`Then stop.'
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`Make a half turn into compression and a feeling of falling. Follow that.'
`Follow that.'
`You'll pass through a solid sheet of light and come to the taste of quinine. That's really a mass of wire.
Push straight through the quinine until you see something that sounds like trip-hammers. You'll be safe.'
`How do you know all this, Robin?'
`I've been briefed by an expert, Gully.'
There was the sensation of laughter. ` You'll befalling back into the past any moment now. Peter and
Saul are here. They say au revoir and good luck. And Jiz Dagenham too. Good luck, Gully dear ....
`The past? This is the future?'
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