As I stood for a moment looking at the gruesome havoc Woola had wrought, there recurred to me the memory of that other occasion upon which I had masqueraded in the wig, diadem, and harness of Sator Throg, the Holy Thern whom Thuvia of Ptarth had slain, and now it occurred to me that it might prove of worth to utilize Lakor's trappings for the same purpose.
Curses on that calot of his that warned him toward the safer avenue!" "There be other dangers ahead of him, though," spoke Lakor's fellow, "which he may not so easily escape should he succeed in escaping our two good swords. Consider, for example, what chance he will have, coming unexpectedly into the chamber of "
"Perchance if we hasten after them we may come in time to rescue Matai Shang, and wreak our own vengeance upon the black dator. What say you?" "Never in a long life," answered Lakor, "have I disobeyed a single command of the Father of Therns. I shall stay here until I rot if he does not return to bid me elsewhere." Lakor's companion shook his head.