Frost stepped out into the predawn holding Mortal Dread.  Barinthus 
was there, holding Doyle up right.  The dark Sidhe was concious.

"Where's Andais?"  Barinthus asked sharply.  "And Rory?"

Frost held up Mortal Dread.  "I traded her for the sword."  He handed 
it to Doyle.

Doyle tried vainly to hold onto the sword.  His arms and hands would 
not cooperate.  He dropped the sword.  Frost picked it up and started 
to hand it to Doyle agian.  Doyle shook his head 'no'.

"Rory?"  Doyle whispered, his voice thick with pain.

"Dead.  Cel killed him, with Mortal Dread.  Kevames handed it to him 
when Cel came after us.  Cel didn't know what he carried.  I think 
the shock of killing his best friend broke Kevames' spell,"  Frost 
replied.

"We can't leave Andais here like this,"  Barinthus stated matter-of-
factly.  "It won't take Kevames long to get her and Cel back under 
whatever spell he has cast."

"Cel said they would go to her apartment in St. Louis.  It was odd.  
Cel seemed more sane after he killed Rory than he has in a century."  
Frost moved to Doyle's other side as he said this.  "We need to get 
you both to help."

"I'm staying,"  Doyle said.  He stepped away from the other two 
guards.  He managed to stand for about two second before he fell to 
his knees.  Frost caught him, and kept him from hitting the ground.

"I will go with them.  I suffered fifteen strikes from Andais' 
barbwire whip.  Not FIFTY from Kevames'.  Go get him healed, Frost.  
Then meet us in St. Louis,"  Barinthus instructed, before he stepped 
through the door back into the Fairy Mound.