THE SWEET-SCENTED NAME
Beast as he stood before him was magnified until he obscured the light and stood like a great shadow over him, and his eyes glowed like fires.
Suddenly the black cloak fell from the shoulders of the visitor and Gurof recognised him—it was the child Timaride.
"Are you going to kill the Beast?" asked Timaride in a high-sounding voice. "I have brought him to you. The malicious gift of godhead will avail you no longer, for the curse is dead. It availed you once, making as nothing my sacrifice and hiding from your eyes the glory of your exploit. But to-day the tune is changed, dead is the curse, get your sword quickly and kill the Beast. I was only a child; now I have become the Herald of the Beast. I have fed the Beast with my blood but he thirsts anew. To you I have brought him, and do you fulfil your promise and kill him. Or die."
He vanished.
The walls shuddered at the dreadful roaring. The room filled with airs that were cold and damp.
The wall directly opposite the place where Gurof lay collapsed, and there entered the ferocious, immense, and monstrous Beast.
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