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| Meanwhile, Sampson and Devilah had made camp just off the road to Markarth...

"A castle. We must be cautious when we get there. The fiend will have minions. They always do."

"I'm sure they do. Say, it's kind of cold out here. Can I snuggle in with you just for tonight?"

"Devilah, how many times must I tell you? My vow is inviolate. I know how much you want to thank me for my kindness, but it will have to wait. It's a pity you have such sensitive fur that you can't wear something warmer. Now go to sleep, we must get an early start in the morning."

Devilah sighed. "Alright. Well, goodnight master." | | | Soon Devilah heard his heavy breathing and rose from her mat and sat before the fire.

"You there?"

"Eternally," said a small voice from within the flames.

"No luck yet. He's killed all the Brotherhood but still insists on his vow."

"The vow of his kind is a hard thing to break."

"He's a clod, but he's my clod. How's things down there?" | | | "The Master is still busy in Cyrodil. But the Good/Evil meter for Skyrim swung even farther to the Good today It's only a matter of time before he notices, Devilah."

"Damn. I'm going to get in trouble aren't I?"

"I've told you that from the beginning! Look, Sweet, you know I'm fond of you. But I'm beginning to question your allegiance. Your pursuit of this 'clod' has caused far more Good than Evil. I just don't think you're looking at the big picture." | | | "You don't really think I'm going to abandon him NOW do you? He must be so pent up he's about to burst! Besides, how Evil do you think this Black Cat person can possibly be? The loss of one more surely won't make any difference."

"Now that you mention it, I've looked her up. She's not even IN the Evil column! He's chasing a Good!" | | | "Well, there you go. If he kills her, that can only help bolster my case, right?"

"I suppose. But I'm still worried about that Sword. It's blurred in my sight. It must be enchanted in some way, and we still don't know what that is."

"Seems normal enough to me. Cut through those assassins like butter!"

"Even so... Be careful Devilah. Your personal meter seems to be swinging awfully close to Good too. Your actions have resulted in Net Good all across Skyrim you know!"

| | | "That's why I'm up here and you're down there. I just need a little more time. We'll find this Black Cat and then he will succumb."

"For your sake, I hope so. I wouldn't want to have to subject you to an Intervention."

"That is not in my plan. Now go back to your meters. I'll be in touch again as soon as I can. Devilah out." | | | The cat returned to her mat and pulled an intriguingly shaped instrument from it. Thumbing a recessed button on the base, it began to hum. She looked towards the sleeping hulk and then back to the device and considered. Then she passed a hand over the device and it grew a bit larger.

"Looks like it's just you and me again tonight, Mr. Sparky. Don't let me down!" | | | "Oh Sampson, Oh_SAMPSON!_" she cried some time later, though the object of her passion only shifted and grunted before turning over in his sleep. | | | >Suddenly the instrument went silent.

"What? Now?! NO! Not_now_! I was almost there!" she cried, shaking it with all her might.

The plastic simulacrum gave a final hum and stopped again.

"Oh goddammit. My last battery too. There'll be no more of those in_this_ plane!" | | | Devilah looked at the big man, now snoring heavily, as she lay back down. Though she would have said it was impossible, in fact a very small - almost microscopic - tear fell from her eye. | |