Agni had entered, and he pointed the wand.
“Do not move—Sam! Demon!” he cried, above the roar of the engines; and as he spoke, his lenses clicked red and he smiled. “Demon,” he stated. “Do not move, or you and your host will burn together!”
Sam sprang upon him. Agni fell easily when he struck, for he had not believed that the other would reach him.
“Short circuit, eh?” said Sam, and hit him across the throat.
“Or sunspots?” and he struck him in the temple.
Agni fell to his side, and Sam hit him a final blow with the edge of his hand, just above the collarbone.
He kicked the wand the length of the corridor, and as he moved to close the hatch he knew that it was too late.
“Go now, Taraka,” he said. “This is my fight from here on. You can do nothing more.”
“I promised my assistance.”
“You have none to give, now. Get out while still you can.”
“If such is your will. But I have a final thing to say to you — ”
“Save it! Next time I’m in the neighborhood—”
“Binder, it is this thing I learned of you—I am sorry. I – ”
There was a terrible twisting, wrenching sensation within his body and mind, as the death-gaze of Yama fell upon him and struck deeper than his own being.
Kali, too, looked into his eyes; and as she did so, she raised her screaming scepter.
It was as the lifting of one shadow and the falling of another.
“Good-bye, Binder,” came the words within his mind.
Then the skull began its screaming.
He felt himself falling.
There was a throbbing.
It was within his head. It was all about him.
He was awakened by throbbing, and he felt himself covered with aches, as with bandages.
There were chains upon his wrists and his ankles.
He was half seated on the floor of a small compartment. Beside the doorway sat the One in Red, smoking.
Yama nodded, said nothing.
“Why am I alive?” Sam asked him.
“You live for purposes of keeping an appointment made many years ago in Mahartha,” said Yama. “Brahma is particularly anxious to see you once again.”
“But I am not especially anxious to see Brahma.”
“Over the years, that has become somewhat apparent.”
“I see you got out of the mud all right.”
The other smiled. “You are a nasty man,” he said.
“I know. I practice.”
“I gather your business deal fell through?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Perhaps you can try recouping your losses. We’re halfway to Heaven.”
“Think I’d have a chance?”
“You just might. Times change. Brahma could be a merciful god this week.”
“My occupational therapist told me to specialize in lost causes.”
Yama shrugged.
“What of the demon?” Sam asked. “The one who was with me?”
“I touched it,” said Yama, “hard. I don’t know whether I finished it or just drove it away. But you needn’t worry about it again. I doused you with demon repellant. If the creature still lives, it will be a long time before it recovers from our contact. Maybe never. How did it happen in the first place? I thought you were the one man immune to demonic possession.”
“So did I. What’s demon repellant?”
“I found a chemical agent, harmless to us, which none of the energy beings can stand.”
“Handy item. Could’ve used it in the days of the binding.”
“Yes. We wore it into Hellwell.”
“That was quite a battle, from what I saw of it.”
“Yes,” said Yama. “What is it like—demonic possession? What does it feel like to have another will overriding your own?”
“It is strange,” said Sam, “and frightening, and rather educating at the same time.”
“In what ways?”
“It was their world first,” said Sam. “We took it away from them. Why shouldn’t they be everything we hate them for being? To them, we are the demons.”
“But what does it feel like?”
“To have one’s will overridden by that of another?
You should know.”
Yama’s smile vanished, then returned. “You would like me to strike you, wouldn’t you, Buddha? It would make you feel superior. Unfortunately, I’m a sadist and will not do it.”