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"This corial is of the swiftest Lakla's are of the slowest. With Lakla scarce a va ahead we can reach her before she enters the Portal. Lift you the Shadow we will bring her back, and this will I do for you, Serku." Doubt tempered Serku's panic. "Why not go alone, Rador, leaving the strangers here with me?" he asked and I thought not unreasonably. "Nay, then." The green dwarf was brusk.
"Serku" the green dwarf drew from his girdle the bloodstained poniard "Serku I was forced to slay. Even as he raised the Shadow the globe gave the alarm. Lugur follows with twice ten times ten of his best " He hesitated. "Though we have escaped the Shadow it has taken toll of our swiftness. May we reach the Portal before it closes upon Lakla but if we do not " He paused again.
Now truly is my heart wrung, for there are few I would less like to see dance with the Shining One than you, Serku," he ended, softly. Livid now was the gateway's guardian, his great frame shaking. "Come with me and speak to Yolara," he pleaded. "There came no message tell her " "Wait, Serku!" There was a thrill as of inspiration in Rador's voice.
"There came no command to me." Little beads of sweat stood out on Serku's forehead. "Serku," interrupted the green dwarf swiftly, "truly is my heart wrung for you. This is a matter of Yolara and of Lugur and the Council; yes, even of the Shining One! And the message was sent and the fate, mayhap, of all Muria rested upon your obedience and the return of Lakla with these strangers to the Council.
They have had no warning, hence does Yolara still think us on the way to the temple. This is the gateway of the Portal and the gateway is closed by the Shadow. Once I commanded here and I know its laws. This must I do by craft persuade Serku, the keeper of the gateway, to lift the Shadow; or raise it myself.
Not until long after were we to know that it had been the dying hand of Serku, groping out of oblivion, that had cast it after us as a fowler upon an escaping bird. "Snappy work, Rador!" It was Larry speaking. "But they cut the end off your bus all right!" A full quarter of the hindward whorl was gone, sliced off cleanly. Rador noted it with anxious eyes.
"Lakla will not return unless I carry to her these men as evidence of our good faith. Come we will speak to Yolara and she shall judge you " He started away but Serku caught his arm. "No, Rador, no!" he whispered, again panic-stricken. "Go you as you will. But bring her back! Speed, Rador!" He sprang toward the entrance. "I lift the Shadow "
These they raised in salute and through the portal strode a dwarf huge as Rador, dressed as he and carrying only the poniard that was the badge of office of Muria's captainry. The green dwarf swept the shell expertly against the ledge; leaped out. "Greeting, Serku!" he answered. "I was but looking for the coria of Lakla." "Lakla!" exclaimed Serku.
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