7 The trap had been well laid! Morn had to think
how to get this Priest out of North's mind. "No!" he thought, "No!
Don't get him out, let him in,” but into the parts Morn wanted him to
enter. Yes, into North's memories….certain memories!
8 With incredible precision Morn entered North's mind, and guided the
one in it to where he wanted him to be, then quickly jumped clear. The
Priest's eyes suddenly opened. He jumped to his feet, let out a horrid
scream, then fell from the stands rolling on the ground, screaming,
clawing at his body.
9 The Lord God and the rest of the party rose to their feet, in
bewilderment. In the field ahead of them North suddenly had all his
skill again. With sudden fury he launched into a vicious attack that
drove his opponent back.
10 The observers' attention shifted back to the battle. Finally North
got an opening. His knee flew up and caught his opponent soundly
between the legs and he let out a low cry of pain, but still managed to
ward off North's next strike. The momentum was now North's. He had
slowed the man down; now, with a quick series of blows he forced him
into the opening that he wanted.
11 The hilt of North's sword came in under the man's shield between his
neck and his helmet. The young man's weapons fell from his hands and he
collapsed to the ground. North threw down his shield, dropped his
sword, then he, himself, sank to his knees, then, went face first into
the ground.
12 North's Escorts rushed forward to help him, and The Lord God
motioned his own man forward. Morn was kneeling by the Priest, his
hands on the man's forehead with his fingers spread. The Priest was
still crying. Morn got up. "Damn!" he snapped, "I can't break the
connection! He's locked into North's mind, and I can't get him out!"