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that we hold dear, you will cast adrift in time. Uncertain. Without guidance. Changeable.'
'Then it can take its chances,' said Teppicymon. 'Stand aside, Dios.'
Dios
The pyramid pulsed under Teppic, and the marble was as slippery as ice. The inward slope wasn't the help he had expected.
The thing, he told himself, is not to look up or down, but straight ahead, into the marble, parcelling the impossible height into manageable sections. Just like time. That's how we survive infinity - we kill it by breaking it up into small bits.held up his staff. The snake around it uncoiled and hissed at the king. 'Be still,' said Dios. Dark lightning crackled between the ancestors. Dios stared at the staff in astonishment; it had never done this before. But seven thousand years of his priests had believed, in their hearts, that the staff of Dios could rule this world and the next. In the sudden silence there was the faint chink, high up, of a knife being wedged between two black marble slabs.