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And groping out of the radiance, pausing at the verge of the dais, leaping down from it, came Larry, laughing, filled with life, blinking as one who draws from darkness into sunshine. He saw Lakla, sprang to her, gripped her in his arms. "Lakla!" he cried. "Mavourneen!" She slipped from his embrace, blushing, glancing at the Three shyly, half-fearfully.
An extremely direct maiden was Lakla, with a truly sovereign contempt for anything she might consider non-essentials; and at this moment I decided she was wiser even than I had thought her. He stumbled, feet vanishing; reached down and picked up something that in the grasping turned his hand to air. "One of the invisible cloaks," he said to me.
"I like the touch of your lips, Larry," she whispered. "They warm me here" she pressed her heart again "and they send little sparkles of light through me." Her brows tilted perplexedly, accenting the nuance of diablerie, delicate and fascinating, that they cast upon the flower face. "Do you?" whispered the O'Keefe fervently. "Do you, Lakla?" He bent toward her.
And there is another thing that Lugur does not know when he opens the Portal the Silent Ones will hear and Lakla and the Akka will be swift to greet its opener." "Rador," I asked, "how know you all this?" "The handmaiden is my own sister's child," he answered quietly. O'Keefe drew a long breath. "Uncle," he remarked casually in English, "meet the man who's going to be your nephew!"
Put me down, ye omadhaun, or I'll poke ye in the snout!" he shouted to his bearer who only boomed gently, and stared at the handmaiden, plainly for further instructions. "But, Larry dear!" Lakla was plainly distressed "it will hurt you to walk; and I don't want you to hurt, Larry darlin'!" "Holy shade of St.
Into the eyes of Lakla I saw creep a doubt, a wavering; as though deep within her the foundations of her own belief were none too firm. She hesitated, turning upon O'Keefe gaze in which rested more than suggestion of appeal! And Yolara saw, too, for she flushed with triumph, stretched a finger toward the handmaiden. "Look!" she cried. "Look! Why, even she does not believe!"
"I have always liked you," she murmured naively, "since first I saw you in that place where the Shining One goes forth into your world. And I am glad you like my medicine as well as that you carry in the black box that you left behind," she added swiftly. "How know you of that, Lakla?" I gasped. "Oft and oft I came to him there, and to you, while you lay sleeping. How call you him?" She paused.
He wheeled behind her as she turned, facing the priestess, club upraised, fangs glistening. His troop moved not a jot, spears held high. Lakla began to pass slowly almost, I thought, tauntingly and as she reached the portal Larry leaped from the dais. "Alanna!" he cried. "You'll not be leavin' me just when I've found you!" In his excitement he spoke in his own tongue, the velvet brogue appealing.
Larry was down, Lakla flew to him. But the Norseman, now streaming blood from a dozen wounds, caught a glimpse of her coming, turned, thrust out a mighty hand, sent her reeling back, and then with his hammer cracked the skulls of those trying to drag the O'Keefe down the path. A cry from Lakla the dwarfs had seized her, had lifted her despite her struggles, were carrying her away.
Why, we're more than two to one. And take it from me " Without warning dropped the tragedy! "Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!" Lakla had taken no part in the talk since we had reached her bower. She had seated herself close to the O'Keefe. Glancing at her I had seen steal over her face that brooding, listening look that was hers whenever in that mysterious communion with the Three.
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