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The crystalline face of Ice Claw appeared in the cockpit hatch. He leaned way out and downward
toward me, stretching out his hand-like talons. I hesitated, mindful of his capability of turning all organic
matter to ice that he touched, but of course my fears were groundless because just now Ice Claw had his
strange powers under control. Yet by the time I realized that, I had sunk deeper and could no longer
reach his тАЬhandтАЭ.

Suddenly there was a grinding and rumbling sound from below, and the dune-rover sank on its side.
The ground beneath me finally gave away and I dropped through a cloud of sand into the depths.




3/ IN THE LOST LABYRINTHS



Fratulon would soon mend the last chink in his armour, or test its strength once and for all.

Long ago when he had fled to Gortavor with the 4-year-old manchild in his keeping, the intent behind
it all was to raise Atlan until the time should come to help him regain his own right and station. The first
few years had been the most difficult because Fratulon had stood alone against an overwhelmingly
powerful enemy. It had been a long, hard struggle until he finally established himself on Gortavor to the
point where he could offer Atlan a maximum degree of protection.

He became an influential personality on Gortavor. His position as personal physician to the Tatto,
Armanck Declanter, had made him practically unassailable. A portion of his prestige and influence had
been transmitted to his young ward, Atlan, whom he had presumably found in the wilderness of this
world.

FratulonтАЩs camouflage was practically armour plated, with just one vulnerable spot: Atlan.

The youthтАЩs childhood memories kept emerging in such multiple forms as dreams and thought
associations. The questions he asked both as a child and a strapping youth maturing to manhood
continued to create problems for Fratulon. But now the period of all these difficulties was drawing to an
endтАФhe had successfully withstood the burdens of it. He was glad that he would not have to maintain his
silence much longerтАж



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I dropped onto soft sand, breaking the impact with the natural resiliency of my legs. But further
masses of sand came down upon me and I threw my arms over my face for protection and in order to
breathe as I staggered forward through the gritty debris into the cavern that lay before me.

From above came a grinding sound and as I looked up I saw the vast shadow of the dune-rover
settling further into the opening of the cave-in. I knew I had to move onward to get out of the way