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It was five hundredacres of mountain, beach and rocky coastline with a profusion of proteaplants and grand views across Hout Bay and out to the cold greenAtlantic. He opened his mouth and then closed it. How are you, my little sister? I was never your little sister, Manfred,she said. Behind him somebody shouted, a plaintive bewildered sound, but Manfreddid not check or look back.

He was going down fast, trying to build up speed to thecritical point when the fire would be starved of oxygen and wouldextinguish itself spontaneously. Each breath was fresh agony as it stretched the torn muscles andligaments of his chest and burned the soft tissue of his lungs. He had never been spoken to in thisfashion by one of his inferiors. The number he needed was 36.