Jupiter could see the tiny plum-colored lump. Tabak's neck was slender, delicately formed. He was struck anew by the contrast between her and Lete, the wiry, pagan-souled cave girl.
Lete was rawhide, tough, pliable, resilient. But this Caligan girl was a steel rapier. In that moment of intimacy he had glimpsed something of the truth.
For all her apparent softness, Tabak could be infinitely more dangerous!
The door opened instantly at Tabak's mental command. Jupiter followed her into the corridor, saw that it was empty.
"Where are the Anolyn?"
"They—they are occupied. Those here in the temple." Tabak shivered. "Come, it's on our way. I'll show you."
"On our way where? Show me what?"
She said, "I'd rather let you see for yourself," and started up the passage, her bare feet soundless on the hard composition floor.
Jupiter padded at her elbow. This was all familiar. He couldn't overcome the feeling that he'd been here before. It was Tabak's memory patterns playing tricks on him, he knew. The girl's experience had actually been implanted in his brain.