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At the windows of Winenki's house stood the women, their faces blanched with fear as they looked upon the blood-thirsty army without. "Down with the door!" shouted Loris, and a dozen ready hands shook the door upon its fastenings. Suddenly the men stopped in their mad work. Mikail the monk had rushed into their midst.
There were scraping sounds on the stone nearby. Footsteps. Don Loris appeared, gazing uncertainly about. "Fani!" he said plaintively. "Hoddan? Our guests are going to the spaceships. I want to speak privately to Hoddan." "Yes?" said Hoddan. Don Loris peered blindly about. He kissed Fani again. "I've been thinking," said Don Loris fretfully.
If fifty, we may live to ride away. If more, we may even reach Don Loris' castle. How many?" "We'll see what we see," said Hoddan dourly. "But I'd better charge these other pistols. You can come with me, or wait. I haven't killed these men. They're only stunned. They'll come around presently." He went out of the warehouse, carrying the bag which was again loaded with uncharged stun-pistols.
Indulged by his father and neglected by his mother, his every wish gratified as soon as expressed, enjoying unlimited freedom in the use of a vast fortune, Loris developed a disposition in which indolence, recklessness and unprincipled ambition contended for the mastery. The young man was unscrupulous and vindictive and he obeyed no law save that of his own unbridled will.
Then, as Loris again wound his arms about her; she cried loudly for help: "Come to my aid," she cried, imploringly. "Do none of you know me; will none lend me a helping hand? I am Kathinka, the daughter of Rabbi Winenki! Will no one raise his arm in my defence?" There was no reply to her appeal; the rioters had no mercy for the despised Jewess. Of a sudden the crowd parted.
I had just finished the light meal which was all Dr. Nabokof would allow me, when Mishka announced "Count Solovieff," and the Grand Duke Loris entered. "Please don't rise, Mr. Wynn," he said in English. "I have come to thank you for your timely aid. You are better? That is good. You got a nasty knock on the head just at the end of the fun, which was much too bad!
I don't want to be around when it occurs to them." He offered his arm with a reasonably grand air and went limping with her down to the courtyard just inside the gate. Two of Don Loris' retainers staggered into view as they arrived, piling up plunder which ranged from a quarter keg of wine to a mass of frothy stuff which must be female garments.
In dead silence the four of us, Loris and Stepán, Mishka and I, carried the coffin down, wrapped in an old curtain of rich brocade, and stood by with bowed heads, while, still in silence, it was lowered down, pall and all. As we turned away, I saw a face at one of the windows and knew Anne had watched us at our task. Her self-control, her powers of endurance, were marvellous.
And there were innumerable castles on Darth, with quite as many shiftly noblemen, and certainly no fewer plunder-hungry Darthian gentlemen hanging around them. But Don Loris' castle had one real advantage and one which existed only in Hoddan's mind. Don Loris' retainers did know that Hoddan had led their companions to loot. Large loot.
You could have used any other weapon, but of all things why did you have to use a stun-pistol?" "Because I had one," said Hoddan briefly. "Horrible!" said Don Loris peevishly. "The worst thing you could possibly have done! I have to disown you. Unmistakably! You'll have to disappear at once. We'll blame it on Ghek's retainers." Hoddan said: "Disappear? Me?" "Vanish," said Don Loris.
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