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Apparently the creature did not wish me to remove Vika from the cavern. Walking backwards, Vika on my shoulder, the Mul-Torch in my hand, I slowly retreated from the cavern of the Golden beetle. When the creature, following me, crawled over the pile of soiled moss and stems on which Vika had lain, it stopped and began to poke about among the shattered remains of the eggs I had crushed. I had no notion of the speed of the creature but at this point I turned and began to jog away down the passage, back toward the entrance to the tunnels of the Golden beetle. I hoped, considering the size and shape and probable weight of the creature, and the comparative tininess of its legs, that it would not be able to move quickly, at least not for a sustained period. About an Ehn after I had turned and began to move away from the cavern, Vika on my shoulder, I heard from the cavern one of the strangest and most horrifying sounds I had ever heard in my life, a long, weird, frantic, enraged rush of sound, more than a rush of air, more than a wild hiss, almost a cry of pain, of comprehension and agony. I stopped for a moment and listened. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )