What do you say to that? the goat-creature asked him."The future need not resemble the past," Herb Asher said.
Nothing changes, the goat-creature answered. Scripture itself tells us that.
"Even a goat can cite Scripture," Herb Asher said.
They entered the heavy stream of air traffic routed toward the Los Angeles area; cars and commercial vehicles moved on all sides of them, above them, below them. Herb Asher could dis- cern police cars but none paid him any attention.
I will guide you to her house, the goat-creature informed him.
"Creature of dirt," Herb Asher said, with fury.
A floating signal pointed the way ahead. They had almost reached California.
"I will wager with you that-" Herb Asher began, but the goat-creature cut him off.
I do not wager, it thought to him. I do not play. I am the strong and I prey on the weak. You are the weak, and Linda Fox is weaker yet. Forget the idea of games; that is for children.
"You must be like a little child," Herb Asher said, "to enter the Kingdom of God."
I have no interest in that kingdom, the goat-thing thought to him. This is my kingdom here. Lock the auto-pilot computer of your car into the coordinates for her house.
His hands did so, without his volition. There was no way he could hold back; the goat-creature had control of his motor cen- ters.
Call her on your car fone, the goat-creature told him. Inform her that you are arriving.
"No," he said. But his fingers placed the card with her fone number into the slot.
"Hello." Linda Fox' s voice came from the little speaker.
"This is Herb," he said. "I'm sorry I'm late. I got stopped by a cop. Is it too late?"
"No," she said. "I was out anyhow for a while. It'll be nice to see you again. You're going to stay, aren't you? I mean, you're not going back tonight."