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　lusting　laugh；　but　his　brother's　soul　was　silent。　For　once　Mark　Sabat　was　in　plete　control。　Quentin　would　not　interfere　against　the　Oke　Priests。　Also；　had　not　Sabat　challenged　the　might　of　the　Hirschlanden　Warrior　of　L'lmpernal；　an　evil　arch…druid　from　ancient　Rome　who　had　once　ruled　by　terror　with　his　Cult　of　the　Severed　Head？　And　Sabat　had　survived。　His　stars；　his　guardians；　were　on　his　side。　Tonight　he　was　very　powerful。　And　they　knew　it！
　　
　　Lola　did　as　she　had　been　manded；　taking　her　visitor　on　a　tour　of　every　room。　The　bathroom　and　shower…room；　spare　bedrooms；　finally　the　nuptial　chamber　itself；　Lola's　new　domain　now　that　Marion　was　no　more。
　　
　　'Excellent；'　Sabat　fixed　her　with　his　gaze　again。　'Now　I　think　that　you　and　I　might　indulge　in　some　pleasure。'
　　
　　Eagerly　her　trembling　fingers　were　beginning　to　unbutton　her　clothing；　a　sudden　haste　as　she　bared　her　body　for　him；　a　stripper　determined　to　show　herself　off　to　her　best　advantage；　turning　one　way；　then　the　other；　lifting　her　breasts；　balancing　them　in　cupped　hands。　One　leg　raised；　then　the　other。　Smiling　at　his　nod　of　approval；　throwing　herself　back　on　the　bed；　splaying　her　legs　then　drawing　them　up；　almost　feeling　the　burning　heat　of　his　dark　eyes　sizzling　on　the　soft　moistness　between　her　thighs。
　　
　　Sabat　undressed　slowly；　never　for　one　moment　taking　his　eyes　off　her；　then　advanced　towards　her　like　a　hunting　beast　that　has　finally　cornered　its　prey；　one　hundred　and　eighty　pounds　of　sheer　muscle；　quivering　at　the　prospect　of　the　pleasures　that　awaited　him。
　　
　　For　Lola　it　was　an　experience　akin　to　drowning；　albeit　a　pleasant　feeling；　swamped　by　this　dark…haired　man　who　fell　on　her　ravenously　yet　was　so　sensuous　in　everything　he　did。　His　kisses；　wherever　they　were　planted；　seemed　to　burn　her；　his　caressing　fingertips　icy　to　her　hot；　fevered　flesh。　Mute　mands；　she　knew　what　was　expected　of　her；　that　she　was　subservient　to　him　even　when　she　was　astride　him；　her　eyes　constantly　going　back　to　his；　afraid　that　she　might　not　be　pleasing　him。
　　
　　Sabat　was　powerful　and　never　relented　his　efforts；　one　orgasm　being　the　springboard　for　the　next。　Now　she　was　kneeling；　head　bowed　so　that　her　long　hair　fell　over　the　side　of　the　bed　almost　brushing　the　carpet；　his　thrusts　from　behind　so　powerful　that　once　she　almost　fell　forward　and　would　have　sprawled　on　the　floor　had　his　arms　not　encircled　her　waist　and　held　her。
　　
　　Still　eager　to　please　even　when　she　could　climax　no　more；　her　spirit　willing；　her　flesh　spent。　Even　so　it　was　a　disappointment　when　finally　Sabat　came　off　her　and　lay　back　with　a　loud　sigh　of　satisfaction。　Exhausted　as　she　was　she　would　happily　have　lain　there　and　taken　what　he　had　to　offer　all　night。
　　
　　'You　are　very　good；　Lola；'　rich　tones　of　praise　that　brought　an　excited　gleam　to　her　blue　eyes。　'Very；　very　good。　I　only　wish　that　it　was　possible　for　me　to　stay　here　with　you　all　night。'
　　
　　Disappointment　which　she　was　unable　to　voice　because　Sabat's　decisions　were　final；　not　to　be　queried。　Her　expression　changed；　sadness；　loneliness。
　　
　　'However；　we　shall　meet　again　soon；'　he　leaned　across　her；　began　retrieving　his　cast…off　clothing。　'Now；　you　have　not　forgotten　what　you　must　do；　have　you？'
　　
　　'I　have　not　forgotten；'　she　stared　directly　up　at　the　ceiling；　a　recitation　as　though　she　had　learned　the　words　off　by　heart　in　order　to　repeat　when　requested　to　do　so。　'I　must　e　down　to　Wiltshire　tomorrow　night　and　bring　Darren　with　me。　It　is　vital　because　Bishop　Boyce　will　be　there　and　unless　Darren　es　the　deal　might　fall　through。　Darren　must　e。　You　will　give　me　details。'
　　
　　'Indeed　I　shall；　and　you　must　listen　carefully。　There　is　a　place　on　Salisbury　Plain　known　as　Stonehenge；　and　it　is　to　be　there　where　you　must　proceed；　parking　your　car　some　distance　away　and　going　on　foot　the　rest　of　the　way。　In　all　probability　I　shall　already　be　there　with　Bishop　Boyce。　You　must　arrive　by　midnight；　no　later。　Allow　yourself　plenty　of　time　in　case　of　mishaps　for　it　is　vital　that　you　are　prompt。　Do　not　fail　me；　Lola。　Now　repeat　what　I　have　told　you。'
　　
　　Almost　word　for　word　she　repeated　his　instructions；　blushing　with　pride　when　he　nodded　his　satisfaction　and　murmured：　'You　are　very　good；　Lola。　You　will　not　fail　me。'
　　
　　'I　shall　not　fail　you；'　she　echoed；　and　added；　'and　when　I　have　carried　out　your　mands；　my　body　will　be　yours　again　for　the　taking。　Do　as　you　will　with　it；　Sabat。'
　　
　　'I　shall；　I　promise；'　he　smiled；　removed　a　fleck　of　dust　from　the　sleeve　of　his　jacket　and　felt　the　forting　weight　of　the　…38　in　its　pocket　holster。　'Now　I　must　leave　you　for　I　have　an　urgent　appointment。　Do　not　fail　me　Lola；　for　more　depends　on　this　than　you　can　possibly　imagine！'
　　
　　He　left　the　house；　stepped　outside　into　the　balmy　spring　night；　saw　the　reflection　of　his　silver　Daimler　in　the　starlight；　a　silent　monster　standing　there　in　the　drive。　So　serene；　it　was　difficult　to　believe　that　evil　forces　were　abroad；　for　even　Quentin　was　silent。
　　
　　Sabat　slid　behind　the　wheel　and　the　engine　purred　into　life。　Even　before　he　moved　off　the　car　had　bee　an　extension　of　his　own　personality；　streamlined；　powerful。　He　glanced　back　at　the　house　just　in　time　to　see　the　bedroom　light　go　out。　Lola　was　well　satisfied　in　her　hypnotic　trance。　There　were　a　number　of　factors　that　would　bring　her　and　Darren　to　Stonehenge　tomorrow　night。　They　would　e　all　right；　there　was　no　doubt　about　that。
　　
　　He　eased　the　sleek　nose　of　the　car　out　of　the　drive　gateway；　turned　on　to　the　deserted　main　road。　The　Daimler　picked　up　speed；　obeying　its　master's　mands　just　as　Lola　had　done。　Neither　of　them　would　fail　him。
　　
　　His　brow　furrowed　momentarily；　and　he　pictured　that　pentagram　back　in　the　curate's　house；　a　few　chalk　lines　and　some　chalices　filled　with　charged　water。　They　were　all　that　stood　between　the　imbecilic　Kent；　the　stolen　jewelled　sword　of　Alda　and　the　wrath　of　the　dark　forces。　The　journalist　was　drugged。　He　would　sleep　soundly　until　Sabat　returned。　There　was　nothing　else　that　could　have　been　done　to　protect　him。　The　Hirschlanden　Warrior　of　L'lmpernal　had　given　his　word；　but　would　it　be　enough？　How　many　other　druids　were　there　who　might　be　blinded　by　the　desire　for　vengeance　on　the　mortals　who　had　destroyed　Alena　that　they　ignored　the　bargain？
　　
　　Sabat　pushed　it　all　from　his　mind　and　accelerated；　had　the　Daimler's　speedometer　flickering　on　80。　At　this　moment　he　was　powerless　to　protect　his　colleague。　All　his　efforts　must　be　concentrated　on　a　dangerous　nocturnal　mission　which　was　already　in　progress。　He　had　an　unscheduled　appointment　with　Bishop　Boyce　before　dawn　broke！
　　
　　
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　　THE　BISHOP'S　palace　was　in　total　darkness；　just　as　Sabat　had　hoped　and　expected　it　would　be。　He　wondered　whether　it　might　not　have　been　easier　to　have　tricked　Boyce　into　acpanying　him　to　Stonehenge　on　the　morrow。　It　was　too　risky；　though。　The　bishop　might　have　somehow　collaborated　with　Hurst　in　the　meantime　and　then　Lola　would　not　have　been　able　to　get　them　both　there。　There　was　only　one　way　to　be　sure　…　to　transport　Bishop　Boyce　there　physically！
　　
　　Sabat　parked　the　Daimler；　went　the　remaining　three　hundred　yards　on　foot。　In　his　dark　clothing　he　became　just　another　flickering　shadow；　moving　through　the　night　as　silently　as　a　prowling　cougar。
　　
　　The　Close。　A　tranquil　backwater　in　a　busy　city；　the　impressive　cathedral　dominating；　its　extensive　lawns　neatly　mown　and　fringed　with　towering　chestnuts；　the　same　trees　which　might　have　sheltered　Bishop　Avenson　on　his　way　to　munion　on　a　rainy　morning　two　and　a　half　centuries　ago。
　　
　　Sabat　paused；　breathed　in　the　atmosphere。　It　was　difficult　to　believe　that　in　this　place　lived　the　spider　that　had　spun　its　web　of　evil　and　corruption。　His　lips　tightened　and　he　remembered　briefly　his　own　days　in　holy　orders；　a　certain　dean　who　had　terrorised　not　only　the　residents　of　the　close　but　many　of　the　townspeople　with　his　dominant；　cantankerous　personality；　made　life　for　the　choirboys　intolerable。　So　Sabat　had　left；　joined　the　SAS；　learned　to　kill　in　unarmed　bat；　and　often　in　his　own　imagination　his　foe　had　been　that　same　dean。　The　dean　had　died　a　couple　of　years　or　so　ago　from　old　ago　but　Sabat's　hatred　for　him　had　lived　on。
　　
　　Sabat　forced　himself　back　to　the　present；　slid　inside　the　palace　gates。　It　seemed　incredible　that　only　twenty…four　hours　ago　he　had　been　breaking　into　Stone's　house；　like　a　re…run　of　an　old　film。　It　could　get　boring；　make　you　careless；　and　then　you　slipped　up。　There　must　be　no　mistakes　for　too　many　lives　depended　upon　this　night's　work。
　　
　　Alert　again；　listening　to　every　sound。　Somewhere　an　owl　hooted　mournfully　and　his　scalp　tingled。　It　reminded　him　of　that　time　when　the　blood　hunters　were　gathering　in　the　concrete　jungle；　massing　for　all…out　carnage　led　by　Lilith；　Goddess　of　Darkness。*　This　time　the　danger　was　even　greater。
　　
　　The　palace　window；　if　anything；　afforded　easier　access　than　the　more　modern　one　in　Walter　Stone's　house　had　done。　Sabat　swung　himself　over　the　sill；　dropped　into　a　wide　hallway。　He　crouched　there；　deliberately　regulating　his　breathing　and　allowing　his　eyesigh