4. The Border Guards of Paradise
Standing at the entrance to the bridge was what I presumed to be the cherub, a large angel, the like of which I could not have imagined in my wildest dream. He stood at least three meters high, and had a most peculiar head that had four faces. The face of a lion seemed to be the one he was using at the moment, and when it roared and showed its teeth I felt weak inside, and he seemed to have a habit of roaring a lot. He held a huge sword in one hand.
“Geb shaheb Elatia servietus los Regalis! Nex im saut Travis! Passeria?” Elatia spoke clearly and sharply in some strange language which she loosely translated for me. “I am Elatia. We seek refuge for the night. This is my companion Travis. We are on a mission for the King. May we enter?”
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