Avon Fantasy Reader No. 11 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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“eeceeeeeecece, Said a voice. es, I know, said Leonard Sale, lying there. But what else? bhhhhhhhhhhhhhbh, said a voice. know that, also, said Leonard Sale, irritably. He turned cold. His nuth hung open wildly. Tam Tylle of Rathalar, Killer of Men!” “I am lore of Wendillo, Destroyer of Infidels!” What is this place? asked Leonard Sale, struggling against horror. “Once a mighty planet!’ said Tylle of Rathalar. “Once a place of battles!’ said Iore of Wendillo. ‘Now dead,”’ said Tylle. ; “Now silent,’ said Torr. “Until you came,” said Tylle. “To give us life again,’ said Iorr. You're dead, insisted Leonard Sale, flesh writhing. You’re nothing but mpty wind. “We live, through you.” “And fight, through you!’ | that’s st, thought Leonard Sale. I’m to be a battleground, am I? you friends? ‘Enemies!’ cried Torr. ‘Foul enemies!’ cried Tylle. Leonard smiled a rictal smile. He felt ghastly. How long have you aited ? he demanded. “How long is tzme?’’ Ten thousand years? “Perhaps.” Ten million years? Perhaps.” _ What are you? Thoughts, spirits, ghosts? “All of those, and more.” stelligences? ‘Precisely.’ How did you survive? Eeeeceeeeeeeeeee, sang the chorus, far away. Abbbhhhhhbhhhhhh, sang another army, waiting to fight. “Once upon a time, this was fertile land, a rich planet. And there were two nations, strong nations, led by two strong men. I, Iorr. And he, that one who calls himself Tylle. And the planet declined and gave way to nothingness. The peoples and the armies languished in the midst of a great war which had lasted five thousand years. We lived long lives and loved long loves, drank much, slept much, fought much. And when the planet died, our bodies withered, and, only in time, and with much science, did we survive.” Survive, wondered Leonard Sale. But there is nothing of you! “Our minds, fool, our minds! What is a body without a mind?” What is a mind without a body, laughed Leonard Sale. I’ve got you there. Admit it, I've got you! “True,” said the cruel voice. ‘One is useless lacking the other. But sur- vival is survival even when unconscious. The minds of our nations, through science, through wonder, survived.” But without senses, lacking eyes, ears, Jacking touch, smell, and the rest? 83 Comicbooks.com