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The torso was upright; the legs a little bent, giving them their crouching gait but I wander from my subject. They set their burdens down. Larry looked at them with interest. "You surely have those things well trained, Lakla," he said. "Things!" The handmaiden arose, eyes flashing with indignation. "You call my Akka things!" "Well," said Larry, a bit taken aback, "what do you call them?"
Now Lakla and O'Keefe heard it, life ebbing from lips and cheeks. Nearer, nearer a music as of myriads of tiny crystal bells, tinkling, tinkling a storm of pizzicati upon violins of glass! Nearer, nearer not sweetly now, nor luring; no raging, wrathful, sinister beyond words; sweeping on; nearer The Dweller! The Shining One! We leaped to the narrow window; peered out, aghast.
One such higher functioning was when I followed Larry O'Keefe and Lakla, the Handmaiden, out to what we believed soul-destroying death in a place almost as strange as this *; another was now. Deliberately, detachedly, I studied the angrily flaming Shape. * See "The Moon Pool" and "The Conquest of the Moon Pool."
The three faces pressed together for a fleeting moment; raised again. The woman bent forward and as she did so, Lakla and Larry, as though drawn by some outer force, were swept upon the dais.
But I myself was struggling desperately against the drugged slumber pressing down upon me. "Lakla!" I heard O'Keefe murmur. "Lakla of the golden eyes no Eilidh the Fair!" He made an immense effort, half raised himself, grinned faintly. "Thought this was paradise when I first saw it, Doc," he sighed. "But I know now, if it is, No-Man's Land was the greatest place on earth for a honeymoon.
Both ether and nitrous oxide gas produce in the majority this sensation of time extension, without of course the pain symptom. What Lakla called the Yekta kiss is I imagine about as close to the orthodox idea of Hell as can be conceived. The secret of her control over them I had no opportunity of learning in the rush of events that followed.
"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.
A wide corridor filled with soft light was before us, and on its threshold stood bizarre, yellow gems gleaming, huge muzzle wide in what was evidently meant for a smile of welcome the woman frog of the Moon Pool wall. Lakla raised her head; swept back the silken tent of her hair and gazed at me with eyes misty from weeping.
A hundred feet away the Shining One pulsed and spiralled in its evilly glorious lambency of sparkling plumes. Unhesitating, always with that same high serenity, Lakla and the O'Keefe, hands clasped like little children, drew closer to that wondrous shape. I could not see their faces, but I saw awe fall upon those of the watching dwarfs, and into the burning eyes of Yolara crept a doubt.
"Nay, Yolara, nay; you shall be accompanied," said Lakla; "and by those who will guard and watch you well. They are here even now." The hangings parted, and into the chamber came Olaf and Rador. The priestess met the fierce hatred and contempt in the eyes of the Norseman and for the first time lost her bravado. "Let not him go with me," she gasped her eyes searched the floor frantically.
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