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ke　sure　that　I　leave　no　trace　for　the　police　to　follow！'　'Oh；　my　God！'
　　
　　There　is　no　alternative。　The　old　ones　will　accept　nothing　less　than　settlement　in　blood。　Far　better　that　these　evil　men　die；　for　whilst　they　live　and　the　deal　goes　on；　more　innocent　lives　will　be　lost。　Take　it　from　me；　Sheenah；　the　Oke　Priests　will　kill　and　kill　again　until　their　sacred　land　is　safer
　　
　　'You're　right；'　she　sipped　her　coffee。　'And　I'll　help　you；　Sabat；　because　my　father；　Alda；　wants　it　that　way　and　my　mother；　Alena；　would　have　wished　it　so　even　though　you　destroyed　her。'
　　
　　'Sleep　first；'　Sabat　drained　his　mug　and　stood　up。　'We　shall　need　all　our　strength　for　this　ing　night。　There　are　three　bedrooms。　You　can　choose　whether　you　sleep　on　your　own　or　with　me。'
　　
　　For　a　moment　their　eyes　met；　both　remembered　what　had　happened　between　them　the　previous　night；　a　mating　witnessed　by　the　high　priest　of　the　old　ones；　a　rape　that　had　finally　been　acceptable　to　the　one　whom　Alda　called　Shyaena。　'I'd　prefer　to　sleep　with　you；'　she　murmured；　and　together　they　made　their　way　upstairs。
　　
　　Sheenah　stepped　out　of　her　dress；　threw　it　across　a　chair；　then　slid　between　the　sheets；　watching　Sabat　undress　through　slitted　eyes　that　were　heavy　with　weariness。　She　hadn't　dreamed　it　all　last　night；　his　body　was　lithe　and　muscular　and　so　sensual；　the　kind　of　man　who　could　seduce　any　woman　he　wished。　Just　the　sight　of　him　brought　a　quiver　to　her　flesh；　a　faint　moistness　between　her　thighs。　So　pleasurable　just　to　think　about　even　when　you　were　too　exhausted　to　make　it　anyway。　But　you　promised　yourself　that　before　much　longer。　。　。　。
　　
　　Sabat　and　Sheenah　slept　the　sleep　of　the　exhausted　that　even　erotic　dreams　were　incapable　of　disturbing。
　　
　　Sabat　experienced　one　awful；　frightening　thought　that　he　was　again　the　victim　of　a　psychic　attack。　Even　as　he　fought　his　way　out　of　the　depths　of　slumber　he　felt　the　familiar　tightness　on　his　chest；　the　weighty　sensation　that　invariably　heralded　the　beginning　of　an　attack。
　　
　　As　his　eyes　opened　the　first　thing　he　saw　was　Sheenah；　dark　and　beautiful。　And　naked。　Astride　him；　a　smile　playing　about　her　pert　mouth。　He　was　aware　also　that　outside　the　sky　was　turning　saffron　with　the　ing　of　dusk。
　　
　　'Hey；　we　should　be　making　a　move；'　he　grunted。　'It'll　be　dark　in　half　an　hour。　We've　slept　the　day　through。'
　　
　　'And　as　a　result　we're　both　refreshed；'　Sheenah　laughed。　'What　better　time　to　make　love　than　on　waking？'
　　
　　Sabat　tensed；　an　inward　struggle　was　taking　place。　Push　this　girl　away；　get　dressed　and　go　in　search　of　Kent。　Or　make　love　and　look　for　Kent　afterwards。　By　the　time　they　finished　it　would　be　fully　dark。　Would　an　hour　or　so　make　that　much　difference？　It　might。　On　the　other　hand　it　probably　wouldn't。　And　he　was　already　being　aroused。
　　
　　Sheenah　was　not　waiting。　Bent　over　him　her　lips　were　brushing　his　own；　then　her　tongue　was　flicking　at　the　lobe　of　an　ear；　her　slim　fingers　stroking　his　chest；　going　lower　。　。　。　and　lower。
　　
　　Long　before　she　transferred　her　attentions　to　the　lower　half　of　his　body；　Sabat's　mind　was　made　up。　Or　rather；　he　accepted　that　there　was　no　way　he　was　going　to　be　able　to　break　off　and　go　in　search　of　Kent。　His　whole　body　vibrated；　his　hands　going　up　to　her　breasts；　teasing　those　nipples　so　that　they　stood　out　hard　and　red。
　　
　　Yet　it　was　all　so　different　from　the　last　time；　Sheenah　was　the　dominant　partner　and　not　just　because　he　wanted　it　that　way。　Everything　she　did　was　done　to　perfection；　the　perfect　bination　of　tenderness　and　sensuousness。
　　
　　'I　simply　adore　circumcised　men；'　her　tongue　travelled　the　course　of　his　scar。　'Did　you　know；　Sabat；'　her　dark　eyes　were　mocking　him；　'that　often　the　ancient　Oke　Priests　circumcised　their　male　sacrificial　victims？'
　　
　　'You　read　that　somewhere？'
　　
　　'Maybe；'　she　dropped　her　gaze；　'or　maybe　I　just　know　it。　A　lot　of　the　time　they　didn't　take　human　life；　just　the　foreskin　as　a　token。'
　　
　　'Which　lets　me　out；'　he　grunted。　'I　guess　I'll　be　for　the　chop　if　they　catch　up　with　me　then。'
　　
　　She　took　him　with　a　breathtaking　unexpectedness；　lifting　herself　up　and　straddling　him　in　one　perfectly　co…ordinated　movement　as　though　she　was　mounting　a　horse。　In　that　one　marvellous　second　they　were　joined；　a　rhythm　that　began　instantly；　gently　。　。　。　speeding　up。
　　
　　Two　people　shuddering　simultaneously；　not　so　much　as　a　pause　as　they　writhed　in　unison；　the　slow　build…up　beginning　again。　Now　Sabat　was　the　rider；　a　black…maned　warrior　glistening　with　sweat；　urging　his　mount　to　even　greater　efforts；　a　headlong　gallop　into　ecstasy。　A　sense　of　timelessness　pervaded　so　that　they　cared　not　for　anything　outside　this　room　which　was　their　own　private　world。
　　
　　Finally　mount　and　rider　slowed　to　a　canter；　then　a　trot。　Until　at　last　they　pulled　apart　and　Sabat　glanced　over　his　shoulder　at　the　window。
　　
　　'It's　already　dark；'　he　grunted。　'We'd　best　dry　ourselves　and　get　dressed。　The　sooner　we　find　Kent　the　easier　I'll　rest。'
　　
　　A　towelling…down　that　was　a　continuation　of　the　union　between　them　except　that　now　there　was　haste　in　their　movements；　an　eagerness　to　don　their　clothes。　It　was　ten…fifteen　by　the　time　they　left　the　house；　travelling　on　foot　because　the　White　Horse　was　only　a　few　minutes'　walk　away。
　　
　　Sheenah　waited　in　the　shadows　until　Sabat　emerged　from　the　entrance　marked　'lounge　bar'。
　　
　　'Kent　left　about　an　hour　ago；'　Sabat's　voice　was　grim；　the　tension　in　his　tone　seeming　to　crackle　like　an　electric　current。　'The　barman　saw　him　with　another　guy。　They　left　together。　I　don't　like　it　one　little　bit。　Let's　try　the　churchyard！'
　　
　　She　wanted　to　ask　'why　the　churchyard'；　but　in　her　heart　she　knew；　because　right　now　the　focal　point　of　this　whole　village　was　St　Monica's　cemetery。
　　
　　'Why　do　you　think　Kent's　gone　back　to　the　churchyard？'　Sheenah　breathed　as　they　approached　the　lychgate。　'And　who　is　the　guy　he's　gone　with？'
　　
　　'I　could　hazard　a　dozen　guesses；'　Sabat　whispered；　'but　I　don't　believe　in　wasting　brainpower　on　wild　possibilities。　We'll　find　out　soon　enough。'
　　
　　The　full　moon　was　high　in　a　cloudless　sky；　the　ethereal　light　illuminating　the　jagged　rows　of　untended　graves　with　their　moss…covered　headstones。　Silent　and　eerie；　fringed　by　a　wall　of　shadow　that　could　have　hidden　a　thousand　evils。
　　
　　Then　they　saw　Kent！　There　was　something　sinister　about　the　fact　that　they　found　him　so　easily；　the　way　he　sat　almost　nonchalantly　on　the　edge　of　the　big　grave。
　　
　　There　he　is！'　Sabat　drew　back；　his　warning　systems　beginning　to　vibrate；　goose　pimpling　the　nape　of　his　neck。　'But　whoever　he　came　with　has　gone　。。。　or　else　they're　hiding　somewhere！'
　　
　　'I　　　don't　　like　　it；'　　Sheenah　　sensed　　her　panion's　foreboding；　clutched　at　his　arm。　'He's　just　sitting　there　like　it　was　a　warm　sunny　afternoon　and　he　needed　a　rest！'　'Kent；'　Sabat　called　softly；　saw　the　other　turn　and　stare　in　their　direction。　'What　the　hell　are　you　doing　here？　You'll　catch　pneumonia。'
　　
　　'Hello；'　the　Fleet　Street　man　remained　seated。　'I　was　just　reading　the　inscription　on　this　tomb。　e　and　see　for　yourself；　Sabat。　It　could　throw　some　light　on　recent　happenings。'
　　
　　Sabat　almost　broke　into　a　run　but　checked　himself。　There　was　something　decidedly　queer　about　all　this。　They　had　read　the　lettering　on　that　gravestone　the　previous　night　when　they　had　e　upon　Sheenah　lying　there　。　。　。　and　that　had　been　a　trap；　too！　He　walked　slowly　forward；　a　hunting　cat　suspecting　that　he　might　just　be　the　hunted。
　　
　　Three　yards　separated　them　from　the　journalist　。　。　。　two　。　。　。　and　suddenly　Sheenah　was　pulling　at　Sabat's　arm；　trying　to　drag　him　back；　screaming　hysterically；　'Sabat。　。　。　he's　got　a　swordr
　　
　　Kent　leaped　to　his　feet；　whirled　towards　them；　something　in　his　hand　that　sparkled　and　glittered　as　it　was　swung　aloft；　scintillating　moonbeams　turned　to　ruby　red；　a　flashing　weapon　that　swung　viciously　towards　the　newers；　a　thrust　and　blow　from　the　hand　of　a　master　swordsman。
　　
　　Sheenah　screamed　her　terror　even　as　she　flung　herself　forward；　disengaging　herself　from　Sabat；