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had expected to? What did that
mean for the Rider?
    The
mind is its own place, and in itself
    Can
make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
    Where had he read that?
    Kabede was silent for awhile, then
he said, “I think this is why Elisha ben Abuyah was changed,” he said, “why he
became Adon.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He went to the Throne, not seeking Igzee’abaihier , but knowledge of the Olam ha-Tohu , the primordial world of
chaos. I think that is why the angel Metatron turned you away, Rider.”
    “I wanted to know the Lord,” the Rider said. “It was my only desire.”
    “Rabbi Akiba knew and believed in
the Lord already,” Kabede said. “He could not have reached the Throne
otherwise.”
    “So, to know the Lord…”
    “One must already know Him.”
    It was like the old preacher had
told him. He had gone seeking the Lord when he should already have known Him by
His works. Then perhaps Metatron had saved him. Perhaps, like Elisha ben
Abuyah, had he reached the Throne in that state, he might’ve become another
Adon himself.
    Perhaps that had been Adon’s plan.
    Their meager bread finished, the
Rider recited the Birkat ha-Mazon blessing.
    It was fully night now, and they
settled into their cots as the bugler blew the Go To Sleep. The Rider thought
of the army again, and found himself singing the words lowly, which were
fitting in their way:
    “Day
is done, gone the sun,
    From
the lakes, from the hills, from the skies,
    All
is well, safely rest;
    God
is nigh.”
    The Rider soon lay staring at the
ceiling. Kabede sang a song in his own language not unlike the one he’d heard
when they first met. The Rider reflected on the time that had passed, and this
last year to come.
    When Kabede had finished, the Rider
asked, “Did you learn anything from that book Lucifer showed you? The Damnatus Damnatonum ?”
    Adam Belial’s book, left behind in
Pandæmonium after he and his rebel demons were expelled from hell. Adam Belial,
a being apparently so tied to the unending conflict that had resulted in the
jointly exhaustive dichotomy of the cosmos that his name was woven throughout
the metaphysical fabric of its occult history, invoked by unwitting magicians
and sorcerers the world over, appearing even in the most sacred treatises of
the Kabbalah itself. Adam Belial, the negative emanation, forever in opposition
to Adam Kadmon, the primal cosmic body of the universe. He had heard the name
in his studies, but he had always thought it more a concept than an actual
entity. Lucifer had claimed Adam Belial was an Outer God, a Great Old One in
the guise of an angel, who had counseled him to rebel against Heaven.
    Lucifer had shown the book to Kabede
during their visit.
    “I was distracted,” Kabede admitted.
“I couldn’t read everything, but yes. Much of it was vague. Descriptions of
this new age they pine for. The book spoke of it in idyllic terms as an age of
freedom; freedom from order and restraint. Freedom from morality and
responsibility. Rule will be misrule, a whimsical rule of the moment, of
strength and lust and violence. The Old Ones will favor those who bring about
their coming, and suckle upon the misery of the rest.”
    “Anything about how they intend to
do it?”
    “The only reference I read was that
the land would be prepared and then hell would be loosed or unleashed. The time
these Great Old Ones and their followers are preparing for…”
    “The Hour of Incursion,” said the
Rider.
    “It is very near.”
    But when? Lucifer had said the book
didn’t say. He was growing short on time. Nameless in the Order’s Book of Life , he would be dead by Yom
Kippur on the ninth day of Tishri, according to the law, which was September
the twenty second. That was mere months away. A good number sure, if you were
just counting the days on a calendar. Not so many if you were measuring the
remaining time of a life. If the Hour of Incursion came after that, it would be
up to Kabede to carry on. Well then,