"I've got to save you, Steve," I said.
"I love her, do you hear? I don't care what happens to me!"
I picked up the mirror before he could guess my purpose. I swung about and I brought that rare and beautiful object down on the rock Steve had been sitting on.
There was a splintering crash, a crackling burst of white flame.
There was a splintering crash, a crackling burst of flame....
Steve gave a great despairing cry. He stood for an instant staring down at the shattered fragments of the mirror. Then he came at me like a charging bull, his eyes bloodshot.
I clipped him lightly on the jaw.