"I don't believe it!" said Ileth. "I don't want to believe it." Her fine patrician features were paper white, making her black lashes and eyebrows stand out like heavy strokes of a crayon. Her lips were bloodless.
Saxon shook his head in bewilderment.
"Couldn't you read her mind?" asked Ileth.
"She had the most perfect mental barrier I've ever encountered. I couldn't read a thing. Only...."
"Only what?"
"Nothing," he said abruptly, shaking his massive shoulders as if to free them from a burden. "Nothing. I think we'd better keep our mouths shut about this too. If we went around telling what we've seen, they'd throw us in the psychopathic ward."
Ileth shuddered.
"Maybe it was an hallucination," she suggested. "Maybe we're nutty as a fruit cake, I hope."
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