Salvador Dali The Sacrament of the Last Supper

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one had disposed of one's enemies.
Although K'tumi speakers say that this does not convey the cold sweating, heart-stopping, gut-freezing sense of the original.
It was that kind of laugh.
Esk turned around slowly. Simon drifted towards her across the sand, with his hands cupped in front of him. His eyes were tight shut.
"Did you really think it would be as easy as that? " he said. Or something said; it didn't sound like Simon's voice, but "We could say that if you gave it to us we would be merciful. We could say we would let you go from here in your own shape. But there wouldn't really be much point in us saying that, would there?"
"I wouldn't believe you," said Esk.
"Well, then."
The Simon-thing grinned.like dozens of voices speaking'at once. "Simon?" she said, uncertainly. "He is of no further use to us," said the Thing with Simon's shape. "He has shown us the way, child. Now give us our property." Esk backed away. "I don't think it belongs to you," she said, "whoever you are." The face in front of her opened its eyes. There was nothing there but blackness - not a colour, just holes into some other space.