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"Give it to me," he roared. "Give it to me!"
"What?" she finally managed. The hand was back on her belly again, and he was leaning
virtually his entire weight on it.
"The door!"
"The door?" And then she screamed again as his fingers dug even deeper (how was that possible?)
into her flesh.
"The door of light! Where is it?"
The door of light? For a moment Leagh could not comprehend what he meant, and then she
remembered.
The doorway of light that DragonStar had given each of his witches, save for DareWing who was
too sick. She'd compressed it down into a cube, and put it where? Where? All Leagh wanted to do was
give it to him, get him away from her, get him away from her baby.
"In the pocket of my robe, you vile bastard," she hissed, and instantly the pressure was gone from
her throat and belly, and she rolled away from him and slid onto the floor.
She could hear Isfrael scrabbling about on the other side of the bed ... then nothing.
"Is this it?" Leagh heard him say, and she hauled herself onto her knees.
He held the cube of light in his hand.
"Yes. It unfolds."
Isfrael fiddled with it, then found one of the lines of light and unfolded the door to the size of a small
box.
He grinned, feral, malevolent. Then, in an abrupt movement, unfolded the doorway to its full size and
stepped through.
Using every bit of strength left in her, Leagh struggled to her feet, threw herself across the bed, and
grabbed hold of the door. Her breath wheezing in panic, desperate to do this before Isfrael did. Gods!
Leagh could see him on the other side of the door, turning back and roaring as he saw her, moving back
towards her, reaching, reaching! — she pulled the doorway down, and refolded it back into its cube with
hands trembling so badly they were barely useable.
Then, rather than placing the folded door back in a pocket, or even in a drawer of the nearby chest,
Leagh thrust it under the mattress, and then sat down hard, both hands clutching the edge of the bed with
white-knuckled fear.
 She opened her mouth, heaved in as much air as her lungs could take, and screamed: "Zared!
Zared! Zared!"

The bitch had closed the door!
Isfrael fought to contain his fury. The doorway could have been an inestimable object of barter.
Then, finally containing his rage, he turned around to survey the interior of Spiredore.
And a wondrous thought occurred to him. Spiredore would take him to the Sacred Groves! He
wouldn't have to deal with the Demons at all!
Isfrael stood thinking. If Spiredore took him there, then that would mean that he couldn't return to
get the Avar. They'd die in Sanctuary when the Demons finally managed to break through its defences
(as they surely would once they realised the treasure they had in Niah).
But maybe, once he was in the Sacred Groves, either the Horned Ones, or the Mother, could help
him evacuate the Avar.
And maybe the Avar deserved to burn amid the Demons' fury for the fact that they'd deserted him
for Faraday.
"I will do what I can," Isfrael announced to Spiredore, "but I will not do enough to endanger
either myself or the Sacred Groves."
Having settled the matter in his own mind, Isfrael prepared to enter the Sacred Groves. He had been
brought up with the rest of the SunSoar brood, and well knew Spiredore's secret.
"Take me to the Sacred Groves," he said, and set off up the nearest stairwell.