Scouting Sortie Concludes

Running Fox shook his head. His expression was completely unreadable, but everything else about him said that what he was about to say was the absolute truth. "Have you never wondered why this spawn of the Great Old One has been so interested in you?"

I laughed sourly. "Of course I have, but no one's ever bothered to explain it to me."

Running Fox sighed unhappily and looked around, as if searching for some convenient place to sit down. There weren't any. He finally turned back to me and murmured, "It would be best if you were to sit down for this, but there are no comfortable sitting places here. Very well---the truth is this. Like your wife, I have a Guardian. She is called Ashtoreth, after the goddess of old. She is the source of my Channellings. Only she can show you the truth of why Nicodemus Castevet wants you so badly---but I warn you; the revelation may be more than you can bear in comfort."

That sounded ominous. But again, I could feel the truth of what he was saying, and it seemed the only way we were going to get Tommy and Razor out of that cave. I finally nodded agreement. "Okay, let's get this over with. What do I do?"

He let just a faint trace of a smile show through the grimness, and raised a hand toward my forehead. "Close your eyes, and remain still."

I did as instructed. I felt his hand touch my forehead; something tingled, in there between hand and forehead...

Copyright 2007 by Wren Hazard and Dennis Crabtree