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When
it
was
quite
late
he
murmured
something
,
went
to
a
closet
,
and
drew
forth
an
evil
weapon
,
a
long
yellowish
tube
ending
in
a
bellows
and
a
trigger
.
He
turned
,
and
upon
his
face
was
a
mask
,
hammered
from
silver
metal
,
expressionless
,
the
mask
that
he
always
wore
when
he
wished
to
hide
his
feelings
,
the
mask
which
curved
and
hollowed
so
exquisitely
to
his
thin
cheeks
and
chin
and
brow
.
The
mask
glinted
,
and
he
held
the
evil
weapon
in
his
hands
,
considering
it
.
It
hummed
constantly
,
an
insect
hum
.
From
it
hordes
of
golden
bees
could
be
flung
out
with
a
high
shriek
.
Golden
,
horrid
bees
that
stung
,
poisoned
,
and
fell
lifeless
,
like
seeds
on
the
sand
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
"
she
asked
.
"
What
?
"
He
listened
to
the
bellows
,
to
the
evil
hum
.
"
If
Dr
.
Nile
is
late
,
I
’
ll
be
damned
if
I
’
ll
wait
.
I
’
m
going
out
to
hunt
a
bit
.
I
’
ll
be
back
.
You
be
sure
to
stay
right
here
now
,
won
’
t
you
?
"
The
silver
mask
glimmered
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
tell
Dr
.
Nile
I
’
ll
return
.
Just
hunting
.
"
The
triangular
door
closed
.
His
footsteps
faded
down
the
hill
.
She
watched
him
walking
through
the
sunlight
until
he
was
gone
.
Then
she
resumed
her
tasks
with
the
magnetic
dusts
and
the
new
fruits
to
be
plucked
from
the
crystal
walls
.
She
worked
with
energy
and
dispatch
,
but
on
occasion
a
numbness
took
hold
of
her
and
she
caught
herself
singing
that
odd
and
memorable
song
and
looking
out
beyond
the
crystal
pillars
at
the
sky
.
She
held
her
breath
and
stood
very
still
,
waiting
.
It
was
coming
nearer
.
At
any
moment
it
might
happen
.
