And all the time he lived in perpetual dread of the Anolyn's next move.
Overhead the web-birds wheeled and dipped, at first hundreds, then thousands of the creatures as they drew closer to the city. They were the eyes of the Anolyn, he sensed. They followed the army like gulls following a ship.
On the seventeenth day they reached the broad plains surrounding the city by the Dra Dur, deployed before the towering walls and battlements.
The Nehogan general and Lete were closeted with Jupiter in the Mizar, laying their final plans, when a postern gate opened and a man left the city, made his way alone toward the lines of the invading army.
He was a Caligan in a living, yellow furred boj and sandals. His eyes were peculiar—a glazed blue like enamelware. He made no move to escape or defend himself when the pickets grabbed him.
He said that he had a message for the Wanderer-from-Beyond from the Anolyn.
He was turned over to a Nehogan officer and brought before Jupiter in the Mizar.
One look at the man told Jupiter that he was possessed—that he was merely a vehicle through which some Anolyn inside the city was seeing, hearing, speaking, acting—
In an undertone he cautioned Lete and the Nehogan general not to mention their plans, turned to the Caligan envoy.