"But Shannach has him!" Saul cried out.
Shannach had him, indeed, stamping down that final flicker of Trevor's
revolt, fiercely commanding him.
"Slay the woman and the man!"
Trevor tried to. He was all Shannach's now. He tried earnestly and
with all his strength to kill them, but both the woman and the man had
hold of him now. They were too strong for him, and he could not obey
the Last One as he wanted to.
"Tie his arms!" Jen was shouting. "We can take him, and he can't do us
any harm!"
The anger of Shannach flooded through Trevor, and he raged and
struggled, and it was useless. Strips of hide secured his arms and they
were dragging him on down out of the mountains, and he could not obey.
He could not!
And then he felt the anger of Shannach ebb away into a terrible
hopelessness. Trevor felt his own consciousness going, and he went into
the darkness bearing in his mind, the echo of that last bitter cry,
"I am old--too old...."