He peered down it, glancing imperturbably at the upraised, hammer-banded arms still threatening; examined again the breach.

Then still with Kulun he strode over to the very edge of the broken battlement and stood, head thrust a little forward, studying us in silence.
"Cherkis!" whispered Norhala--the whisper was a hymn to Nemesis.

I felt her body quiver from head to foot.
A wave of hatred, a hot desire to kill, passed through me as I scanned the face staring at us.

It was a great gross mask of evil, of cold cruelty and callous lusts.

Unwinking, icily malignant, black slits of eyes glared at us between pouches that held them half closed.