It is with a great fumble of the tongue that I try to repeat the words that Alatar says to absolute perfection. Yet, I can not pronounce a single syllable of the language that he speaks. I do have the great urge to ask him what it is, but I know should I break his concentration, he will have my head once we have won this battle.
So with great difficulty, I continue, yet he sees my frustration, so with each sentence that he chants in what he says is Hebrew, he repeats it for me in English.
With a confident voice that rises above the crashing of the rain, it is once, "Leave him demon, be gone."
Then a breath to catch myself again, "Take your leave; you are defeated."
With a glance at Roberto, who has not moved but a single inch, our voices echo through the cemetery, "You shall cease to exist."
But still, not a single word has left him, so we push on further, "You will release yourself."
