Chapter 63

There was no answer, only the sudden onslaught of sleepiness. Anaeth slumped to the floor again. But Herbert felt the fire of his scratched legs and his eyes snapped open. Alexandra felt her throat parched and cracked, and fought off the sleep. Jock's muscles felt the burden of a terrible weight, and he straightened under it. The spell shifted and the three felt their shapes being torn from them. Again, the pain of their trials saved them from the malevolent enchantment. Then the darkness became pain. They were being burned, broken, crushed under unbearable pain. They all had withstood pain before.

She planned this.

An awful shriek split the air. The shadow materialized into a short, red haired little man. His face was distorted with rage.

"I haven't finished with you yet!" he screamed and vanished in a puff of smoke. Anaeth was once again sleeping on the floor, but she groaned and twisted in her sleep. Alexandra shook her, but she would not awaken.