"Stay behind me, Turtle."
"Then move faster, you crumbling old men," Turtle shoved at her uncle's protective arm. "We have to get to the Chris before anything happens."
"Too late for that," muttered Ngarong, and in a louder voice. "Lieutenant Rinsin, your situation?"
"Captain Ngarong," the soldier saluted, "we are containing the monster."
Turtle could just make out the elongated form of the Chris behind the men's upraised hands. A cavorting devil in an etching. She had calmed the renegade angel with kindness, but her uncle's men had found a different way to control these creatures.
"Uncle, we cannot allow them to kill it like they did the last one."
"I of course await my captain's orders," said Rinsin tightly.
"Let us not be hasty," said Abbot Igwiv. "There is much we can learn fro
