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"Dora! David, help me!" I called.
And there came Memnoch's voice almost at my ear. "Lestat, don't do this thing, don't go. Don't return. Lestat, don't do it, it'
s folly, don't you see, please, for the love of God, if you can love Him at all and love them, help me!"
"NO!" I turned and gave him a great shove, seeing him stumble backwards down the steep stairs, the dazed figure amid the huge fluttering wings awkward and grotesque. I pivoted, turning my back on him. Ahead, I could see the light at the very top, the open door.
I ran for it.
"Stop him!" Memnoch cried. "Don't let him out. Don't let him take the veil with him. "
"He has Veronica's veil!" cried one of the Helpful Dead lunging at me through the gloom.
My foot nearly slipped, yet on I ran, step after step, bounding, legs aching. I could feel them closing in, the Helpful Dead.
"Stop him. "
"Don't let him go!"
"Stop him!"
"Get the veil from him," Memnoch cried, "inside his shirt, the veil, the veil must not go with him!"
I waved my left hand, driving the Helpful Dead in a soft shapeless clatter against the cliff. High above loomed the door. I could see the light. I could see the light and I knew it was the light of Earth, brilliant and natural.
Memnoch's hands clamped on my shoulders and he spun me around.
"No, you don't!" I snarled. "God forgive me. You forgive me, but you're not taking me or the veil!" I roared.
I raised my left arm to stave off his reaching, clawing hands, and shoved him again, but against me he flew as if his wings now came to his aid, and he almost pressed me back against the steps. I felt his fingers plunge into my left eye! I felt them drive open the lids, smashing my eye back into my head in an explosion of pain, and then the gelatinous mass slipped down my cheek, through my trembling fingers.
I heard Memnoch gasp.
"Oh no. . . . " he wailed, his fingers to his lips, staring in horror at the same object at which I stared.
My eye, my round blue eye, shivering and gleaming on the stair.
All the Helpful Dead stared at the eye.
"Step on it, crush it," cried one of the Helpful Dead and rushed forward. "Yes, crush it, step on it, smear it!" cried another, swooping down upon the sight.
"No, don't do that, don't! Stop, all of you!" Memnoch wailed.
"Not in my kingdom, you will not!"
"Step on the eye!"
That was my moment, that was my chance.
I flew upwards, feet scarcely touching the steps, I felt my head and shoulders plunge through the light and the silence and into the snow.
And I was free.
I WAS on earth. My feet struck the frozen ground, the slippery sludge of snow.
I was running, one-eyed and bleeding, with the veil in my shirt, running through the driving storm, through the drifts of snow, my cries echoing up the buildings I knew, the dark, obdurate skyscrapers of the city I knew. Home, Earth.
The sun had only just set behind the dark gray veil of the descending storm, the winter twilight eaten up in darkness by the whiteness of the snow.
