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whirled about in terror.
There was nothing there.
Or almost nothing. There was a faint something, a darkening of the
light, a small waver of movement, a hint of a stirring in the air.
Horris blinked. No, not even that, he amended with satisfaction.
Nothing.
Outside, shouting rose up suddenly from the edge of the gardens.
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Horris turned. The faithful had caught sight of him
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through the open door and were trampling through the bedding plants
and rosebushes and heading for the gate. They carried sharp objects
and were making threatening gestures with them.
Horris walked quickly to the door, closed and locked it, and turned
back to Biggar. "That's it for you," he said. "Good-bye and good
luck."
He walked quickly through the foyer and down the hall past a
parlor, and a library sitting room to the kitchen at the back of
the house. He could smell fresh wax on the pegged oak floors, and
on the kitchen table sat a vase of scarlet roses. He took in the
smells and colors as he passed, thinking of better times,
regretting how quickly life changed when you least expected it. It
was a good thing he was flexible, he decided. It was fortunate that
he had foresight.
"Where are we going?" Biggar asked, flying up next to him, curious
enough to risk a possible blow. "I assume you have a plan."
Horris gave him a look that would have frosted a small child at
play in midsummer. "Of course I have a plan. It does not, however,
include you."
"That is mean, Horris. And small-minded as well." Biggar flew ahead
and swung back, circling the far end of the kitchen. "Beneath you,
really."
"Very little is beneath me at this point," Horris declared.
"Especially where you are concerned."
He went to a pantry, pulled open the doors, reached in, triggered
the release for the panel behind, and stepped back as the whole
assemblage swung open with a ponderous effort. It took a few
seconds; the panel was lined with steel.
Biggar swooped down and landed on the top of the open pantry door.
"I am your child, Horris," he lamented disingenuously. "I have been
like a son to you. You cannot desert me."
Horris glanced up. "I disown you. I disinherit you. I banish you
from my sight forever."
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From the front of the house came a pounding of fists on the locked
door followed rather swiftly by a breaking of glass. Horris tugged