If fate sets you free again, yet I do not set you free! I shall be after you.

I entered this place to tell you that." "Do as you will!" answered Ian.

Scorn mounted in his voice.

"I shall withstand the shock of you!" The net of name and form hardened, grew more iron and closer meshed.
Each _I_ contracted, made its carapace thicker.

Each _I_ bestrode, like Apollyon, the path of the other.
"Why should I undertake to defend myself ?" said Ian.