“Ehas, barabarishti, azgeldui m ‘hai tsi! Oh thou who dost know the secrets of
Life and Death, come to me! Yevoi! YevadF The Voice snapped shut the gap and set
the imprisoned entity to whirling in a shower of nitrate and sulphur-smelling
sparks.
Lalo contracted like an upset snail, seeking to avoid the touch of that light,
the sound of those words. They were the language of the plane from which the
spirit had come, and Lalo’s present condition gave him the power to directly
apprehend them, and to realize that there were worse places than the one in
which he found himself now.
‘Evgolod sheremin, shinaz, shinaz, tiserra-neh, yevoi!’ The Voice rolled on,
conjuring the creature to bring to him the knowledge of how to separate the soul
from a body to which it had been obscenely and indissolubly fettered by sorcery,
of a way, though the price of it might be annihilation, to set such a soul
forever free. Lalo cowered from knowledge that was never meant for his ears.
But presently the Voice stilled, the echoes died away, and Lalo allowed himself
to focus on tlie insubstantial figure that stood within its own shimmering
circle beyond the triangle within which Lalo and the demon shared an unwilling
captivity. It was Enas Yorl – it must be – yes, he would always know those
glowing eyes.
And at the same moment Enas Yorl appeared to realize that his summoning had been
more successful than he intended. A wand rose, and power swirled and eddied in
the still air.
‘Begone, oh ye intruding spirit, to thine own realm where thou shall wait until