“You forget Sthulhu. He will not go away, either.”
“Sthulhu has been captured. It happened while you were opening the gate. He cannot help you now, Dravidian.” She lowered her eyes. “Just as Milkweed cannot help me. Nor I, her.”
This took him aback, but only for an instant. “Then it is even more imperative that we return.” He continued rowing with renewed vigor.
She shuffled close to his dais. “Please believe me when I tell you these are killers, Dravidian. You cannot win this fight. Not alone. And certainly not without your raven.”
His rowing slowed as he weighed her words. At last he stopped completely and said, “Then we will outwait them. Sthulhu will have transmitted images of the attack by now, and reinforcements are surely on their way. We have only to stay near the door. Time is
