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Updated: June 12, 2025
But, Yolara, see you on that heart and strength you have sworn by that they come to no harm else that which you have invoked shall come upon you swiftly indeed and that I promise you," she added. Their eyes met, clashed, burned into each other black flame from Abaddon and golden flame from Paradise. "Remember!" said Lakla, and passed through the portal.
Flashing around me, and from Lakla and O'Keefe, were nimbuses of flickering scarlet flames. And always the steady hurling forward appallingly mechanical.
The frog-woman crept to her side; gazed down upon Larry; spoke spoke to the Golden Girl in a swift stream of the sonorous, reverberant monosyllables; and Lakla answered her in kind. The webbed digits swept over O'Keefe's face, felt at his heart; she shook her head and moved ahead of us up the passage.
She led us out through her bower and up the little path that ran to the embrasure. Through the quiet came a sound, a sighing, a half-mournful whispering that beat about us and fled away. "They come!" cried Lakla, the light of battle in her eyes. Larry drew her to him, raised her in his arms, kissed her. "A woman!" acclaimed the O'Keefe. "A real woman and mine!"
No excuse for it, Doc; and I don't care what you say or what Lakla may say it wasn't my fault, and I don't hold it up against myself for a damn." "I must admit that I'm a bit uneasy about her threats," I said, ignoring all this. He stopped abruptly. "What're you afraid of?" "Mostly," I answered dryly, "I have no desire to dance with the Shining One!"
Her hand darted like a snake out of the folds; poising itself with the little silver cone aimed at Lakla. But before it was wholly poised, before the priestess could loose its force, the handmaiden was upon her.
I've seen it happen a dozen times in Europe. While they've got their nerve there's not a thing you can do; get their nerve and not a thing can they do. And yet in both cases they're the same men." Lakla had been listening again. She turned, thrust out hands to Larry, a wild hope in her eyes and yet a hope half shamed. "They say," she cried, "that they give us choice.
Consciousness returned slowly, agonizedly. "Larry!" I groaned. "Lakla!" A brilliant light was glowing through my closed lids. It hurt. I opened my eyes, closed them with swords and needles of dazzling pain shooting through them. Again I opened them cautiously. It was the sun! I staggered to my feet. Behind me was a shattered wall of basalt monoliths, hewn and squared.
Writhing over him, my fingers touched a poniard; I thrust it deep, staggered to my feet. The O'Keefe, shielding Lakla, was battling with a long sword against a half dozen of the soldiers. I started toward him, was struck, and under the impact hurled to the ground. Dizzily I raised myself and leaning upon my elbow, stared and moved no more.
And her hand again sought in her breast for the cone of rhythmic death. Lugur touched her arm, whispered again, The glint of guile shone in her eyes; she laughed softly, relaxed. "The Silent Ones, Lakla, bade you say that they allowed me three tal to decide," she said suavely. "Go now in peace, Lakla, and say that Yolara has heard, and that for the three tal they allow her she will take council."
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