Kossuth’s fierce eyes burned into every soldier there, and then he stared again at Oron. “Man,” he spoke, “you have come here, and you have come to your death. You cannot defeat me. My rule above you is assured. You bring mortal weapons against the most ancient gramarye and sorcery?”
Still Oron spoke no word.
Kossuth seemed to become more intense in his bearing. “I have gamed with you,” he said, “for my power is limitless and my diversion the ruin of mankind. And you come here to seek my destruction? Mortal—” his voice turned harsh and grating “—you cannot touch me!”
mOron took another step toward him, feeling that he would sense the moment to attack this thing.
Kossuth said, “With a gesture—!” He flung out a hand. A man behind Oron screamed, dropped to the ground clutching his chest,
