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ompt。 Do not fail me； Lola。 Now repeat what I have told you。'
Almost word for word she repeated his instructions； blushing with pride when he nodded his satisfaction and murmured： 'You are very good； Lola。 You will not fail me。'
'I shall not fail you；' she echoed； and added； 'and when I have carried out your mands； my body will be yours again for the taking。 Do as you will with it； Sabat。'
'I shall； I promise；' he smiled； removed a fleck of dust from the sleeve of his jacket and felt the forting weight of the …38 in its pocket holster。 'Now I must leave you for I have an urgent appointment。 Do not fail me Lola； for more depends on this than you can possibly imagine！'
He left the house； stepped outside into the balmy spring night； saw the reflection of his silver Daimler in the starlight； a silent monster standing there in the drive。 So serene； it was difficult to believe that evil forces were abroad； for even Quentin was silent。
Sabat slid behind the wheel and the engine purred into life。 Even before he moved off the car had bee an extension of his own personality； streamlined； powerful。 He glanced back at the house just in time to see the bedroom light go out。 Lola was well satisfied in her hypnotic trance。 There were a number of factors that would bring her and Darren to Stonehenge tomorrow night。 They would e all right； there was no doubt about that。
He eased the sleek nose of the car out of the drive gateway； turned on to the deserted main road。 The Daimler picked up speed； obeying its master's mands just as Lola had done。 Neither of them would fail him。
His brow furrowed momentarily； and he pictured that pentagram back in the curate's house； a few chalk lines and some chalices filled with charged water。 They were all that stood between the imbecilic Kent； the stolen jewelled sword of Alda and the wrath of the dark forces。 The journalist was drugged。 He would sleep soundly until Sabat returned。 There was nothing else that could have been done to protect him。 The Hirschlanden Warrior of L'lmpernal had given his word； but would it be enough？ How many other druids were there who might be blinded by the desire for vengeance on the mortals who had destroyed Alena that they ignored the bargain？
Sabat pushed it all from his mind and accelerated； had the Daimler's speedometer flickering on 80。 At this moment he was powerless to protect his colleague。 All his efforts must be concentrated on a dangerous nocturnal mission which was already in progress。 He had an unscheduled appointment with Bishop Boyce before dawn broke！
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE BISHOP'S palace was in total darkness； just as Sabat had hoped and expected it would be。 He wondered whether it might not have been easier to have tricked Boyce into acpanying him to Stonehenge on the morrow。 It was too risky； though。 The bishop might have somehow collaborated with Hurst in the meantime and then Lola would not have been able to get them both there。 There was only one way to be sure … to transport Bishop Boyce there physically！
Sabat parked the Daimler； went the remaining three hundred yards on foot。 In his dark clothing he became just another flickering shadow； moving through the night as silently as a prowling cougar。
The Close。 A tranquil backwater in a busy city； the impressive cathedral dominating； its extensive lawns neatly mown and fringed with towering chestnuts； the same trees which might have sheltered Bishop Avenson on his way to munion on a rainy morning two and a half centuries ago。
Sabat paused； breathed in the atmosphere。 It was difficult to believe that in this place lived the spider that had spun its web of evil and corruption。 His lips tightened and he remembered briefly his own days in holy orders； a certain dean who had terrorised not only the residents of the close but many of the townspeople with his dominant； cantankerous personality； made life for the choirboys intolerable。 So Sabat had left； joined the SAS； learned to kill in unarmed bat； and often in his own imagination his foe had been that same dean。 The dean had died a couple of years or so ago from old ago but Sabat's hatred for him had lived on。
Sabat forced himself back to the present； slid inside the palace gates。 It seemed incredible that only twenty…four hours ago he had been breaking into Stone's house； like a re…run of an old film。 It could get boring； make you careless； and then you slipped up。 There must be no mistakes for too many lives depended upon this night's work。
Alert again； listening to every sound。 Somewhere an owl hooted mournfully and his scalp tingled。 It reminded him of that time when the blood hunters were gathering in the concrete jungle； massing for all…out carnage led by Lilith； Goddess of Darkness。* This time the danger was even greater。
The palace window； if anything； afforded easier access than the more modern one in Walter Stone's house had done。 Sabat swung himself over the sill； dropped into a wide hallway。 He crouched there； deliberately regulating his breathing and allowing his eyesight time to adjust to the semi…gloom of a building which was never fully dark because of the streetlamps in the Close outside。
The hall was oak…panelled with a high ornate ceiling； and decorated with innumerable oil paintings of men with smug faces and long white hair。 Bishops dating back to the beginning of the fifteenth century。 Surely the infamous Avenson was here； Sabat smiled to himself； but he had no time to examine the name…plates on each frame。 A wide oak staircase stood at the far end。 Doubtless even bishops went upstairs to bed； Sabat concluded as he began to mount them。
There was a huge landing directly above the hall； a polished floor graced with a single strip of frayed carpet which ran the whole length。 At least ten doors led off from each side。
Sabat paused； wondered idly how you recognised a bishop's bedroom by its door。 You didn't； to find it was a matter of elimination。
He took his time； listened carefully at each door before slowly turning the knob； easing the door open a fraction； peering through the crack into the darkened room beyond。 Six unused bedrooms； one linen and store…room； and a long leather book…lined reference library which had three doors。 Sabat checked his impatience； began the return journey on the opposite side of the landing。
Three doors along he found the room for which he was searching； Bishop Boyce's sleeping quarters！
Sabat listened； heard the heavy rhythmic breathing and then eased himself into the room； closed the door softly behind him。 His keen eyesight made out the huge outline of an ornate four…poster bed； the curtains partly drawn。 He smiled。 The conceited bastard believed in carrying on in the tradition of his predecessors。 Maybe he wore a nightcap and nightshirt just to add to his fantasy！
The ex…SAS man knew that he had to make Boyce walk out of here on his own two feet。 He could easily and silently have rendered the other unconscious but there was no way he could carry a man that size and