Six years of frantic activity ... and now he was launched and there was nothing to do in transit but wait. Six years since he had been to the little sun-faded stone house near Mexico City and felt the warm blood-tug of his parents. Papa now dead and Mama with her dark forebodings of angels and God.
He gazed at the dark screens in the starship and wondered what he might see if they were on.
In the intense, brilliant region under the vault of heaven the two great creatures, their golden coruscating substance flung across the white space, sensed their coming. My-Ky-El limned the ship with a golden halo and knew the creatures within. He linked with Ra-Fa-El and they communed in soaring crystal carillions of thought.
—they are come from the Black Space Hell. The brood of Satan has broken its bonds and penetrated the barrier!
—how is it so? the Fallen were shrivelled of substance and energy; shorn of motion and thrust down into the Black Space with no memory of their origin....
—nevertheless they are here in a devious shape and White Space is once again threatened....
—they must be annulled NOW!
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