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Mystified still, I crept back where Larry, sheer happiness pouring from him, was whistling softly and polishing up his automatic. His gaze fell upon Olaf's grim, sad face and softened. "Buck up, Olaf!" he said. "We've got a good fighting chance. Once we link up with Lakla and her crowd I'm betting that we get your wife never doubt it! The baby " he hesitated awkwardly.
"From Ireland," said Larry O'Keefe, promptly. "And that's where you're going. For 'tis no place for a girl like you to have been brought up Lakla; what with people like frogs, and a half-god three quarters devil, and red oceans, an' the only Irish things yourself and the Silent Ones up there, bless their hearts. It's no place for ye, and by the soul of St.
"Oh, yes, we will, Larry!" cried the handmaiden, "because many, oh, many, of my Akka will go with us!" "Will you tell this BOOB! to put me down!" gritted the now thoroughly aroused O'Keefe. I couldn't help laughing; he glared at me. "Bo-oo-ob?" exclaimed Lakla. "Yes, boo-oo-ob!" said O'Keefe, "an' I have no desire to explain the word in my present position, light of my soul!"
Her eyes blazed, her nostrils were wide, in her fair throat a little pulse beat angrily. "You, Lakla take you my message to the Silent Ones. Say to them that I keep this man" she pointed to Larry "because he is mine. Say to them that I keep the yellow-haired one and him" she pointed to me "because it pleases me.
I am glad to say I was alone in that bit of weakness. The face that Lakla turned to Larry was radiant with love, and although the shamed hope had vanished from the sweet eyes, they were shining with adoring pride. And the marble visages of the Three softened, and the little flames died down.
Another moment he stared and dropped upon one knee and bowed his head before them as would a worshipper before the shrine of his saint. And I am not ashamed to tell it I joined him; and with us knelt Lakla and Olaf and Rador. The mist of fiery opal swirled up about the Three; hid them.
Was this body of mine lying somewhere, fighting a fevered death, and all these but images floating through the breaking chambers of my brain? My knees shook; involuntarily I groaned. Lakla turned, looked at me anxiously, slipped a soft arm behind me, held me till the vertigo passed. "Patience," she said. "The bearers come. Soon you shall rest."
At last we turned to go and around the corner of the path I caught another glimpse of what I have called the lake of jewels. I pointed to it. "Those are lovely flowers, Lakla," I said. "I have never seen anything like them in the place from whence we come." She followed my pointing finger laughed. "Come," she said, "let me show you them."
Olaf drew a deep breath, gazed steadily too, the hardness, the despair wiped from his face. Now Lakla drew closer to the dais; the three pairs of eyes searched hers, the woman's with an ineffable tenderness; some message seemed to pass between the Three and the Golden Girl. She bowed low, turned to the Norseman. "Place Larry there," she said softly "there at the feet of the Silent Ones."
"Tell me this, Silent Ones," he cried. "If we do this, Lakla and I, is it sure you are that you can slay the Thing, and save my world? Is it sure you are?" For the first and the last time, I heard the voice of the Silent Ones. It was the man-being at the right who spoke.
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