Freder stood motionless. He drew a deep, deep breath. Then he made a leap. He stood before the door of the house.
Copper-red, in the black wood of the door, glowed the seal of Solomon, the pentagram.
Freder knocked.
Nothing in the house stirred.
He knocked for the second time.
The house remained dull and obstinate.
He stepped back and looked up at the windows.
They looked out in their evil gloom, over and beyond him.
He went to the door again. He beat against it with his fists. He heard the echo of his drumming blows shake the house, as in dull laughter.
But the copper Solomon’s seal grinned at him from the unshaken door.