![]() No sound came up out of the black pit, no sound of his body hitting the bottom, no sound of his death, none at all. Simon was full of rage to see the wolf-his companion of uncounted miles-lying in a dark, runny hole. Chiun meanwhile had turned from him and looked to Saffah. Obode hung there, slowly regaining consciousness, hanging by his wrists. I guess you're lookin' for your wife, huh, Jordan? Bud made a flat statement and it seemed to give him great satisfaction. Make those fat wormy veins in his temples pop up. This, he thought, would be something to tell the old man. And how well he had described the pride he felt when he thought he could rouse them. ![]() I knew that hundreds of others before me must have had such ideas. I just turned my back on the clock and started walking back to my room.
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