The Centaur by Brendan Carroll Page A

nothing.
    “Ahhh. What is he doing?”
    “He is talking to someone.”
    “Can you see them?”
    “No.”
    “What is he saying?”
    “He is speaking of Tiamat.”
    “ Tiamat?” Abaddon swallowed hard. This was not supposed to be happening.
    “He is saying Tiamat must not be allowed passage to the overworld.”
    “That is certainly true.” Abaddon muttered.
    “He is saying that they must be careful and wait. That Leviathan does not belong to him.”
    “Leviathan?” Abaddon felt his knees grow weak. Tiamat. Leviathan .
    “He is saying that he knows nothing of the whereabouts of Urim and Thummin.” Huber pushed away from the table and frowned at Abaddon.  “You didn’t tell me he’d lost the Urim and Thummin!”
    “I didn’t know, my Queen.” Abaddon sat up straight, bowing his head in trepidation. “He doesn’t tell me everything.”
    “I see.”
    The queen leaned closer to the skull and tried to focus on the twin flames again.
    “I see the face of the Ramsay son.”
    “Which one?” Abaddon’s mind was in chaos.
    “Luke. Luke Andrew. He is with the Prophet…” her voice trailed off. “Something is not right here, Abaddon.”
    “What do you mean? Perhaps he has taken him prisoner.”
    “I don’t think so. They speak as friends. I am seeing the wrong Prophet. Help me with this.”
    “I cannot help you. You must learn to control the visions, my lady. It is up to you.”
    “I don’t have time for this,” she rubbed her eyes. “What else can it do?”
    “It can focus destructive powers. I have seen this done. It can enhance the energy within magickal circles of incantations. This I have also witnessed. My former Master Marduk used them to enhance his conjurations. Omar also used them in his own circles of power.”
    “Omar. Did you see him?” Huber turned her large brown eyes on the dark angel.
    “I did not see him, my Lady, but I am told that he was with the enemy troops.”
    “And in what form?” she asked.
    “Again, I am not sure.”
    “I wonder if he would still love me…”
    “I don’t think it would be wise to test that question, my Lady.”
    “Did you find that weasel, Bari?”
    “Yes, my Lady. The Prophet has him under restraint.”
    “Good! And Nicole?”
    “She was with him.”
    “And the other two?”
    “Also taken in battle.”
    “Dead?”
    “I believe so, yes.”
    “Good.”
    Huber stood up and began to drag the heavy furniture across the tiled floor. Abaddon watched her in confusion.
    “Help me.” She nodded to an elaborate Louis XV divan.
    “What may I ask are we doing, my Queen?” As they shoved the sofa against the wall, the legs screeched irritatingly on the floor.
    “Making room for a circle. I want you to show me how to draw a magick circle.”
    “My lady, I am unschooled in sorcery.”
    “You know enough. You’ve seen it done. Just show me the way and I will take it from there.”
    Abaddon nodded and felt a cold hand grip his heart. This was exactly what his new Master had predicted would happen. Everything now depended on his ability to carry out the instructions of his Master. If Huber learned to contact the beyond directly, they would have more trouble and the mention of Tiamat had frightened him. Tiamat. The Queen of Chaos. More than anything else, Abaddon regretted leaving Marduk Kurios’ side. It was Marduk who had defeated Tiamat in the uncharted depths of history. It was Marduk who had sent Sabaoth back to oblivion and it was Marduk who would never ever forgive him, no matter what he might do now. His only hope was to please Lord Adar enough to cause him to want to intervene with Marduk on his behalf.  Only Adar could save Abaddon from Marduk. And then, of course, there was the little matter of Lucifer, but Lucifer in and of himself was nothing at all when compared with Tiamat.
     
     
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    Mark Andrew took one last look back toward the kitchen and then ducked quickly inside the door leading down to