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The green dwarf took it, dismissed him, threw open the lid. "Here is your apparel for the feast, Larree," he said, pointing to the contents. O'Keefe stared, reached down and drew out a white, shimmering, softly metallic, long-sleeved tunic, a broad, silvery girdle, leg swathings of the same argent material, and sandals that seemed to be cut out from silver.
"C'est bon stuff, Larree," yelled Joe, dancing wildly in Ben's corner. "C'est bon stuff, Larree, for sure." But once more master of his wind, Larry renewed his battering assault upon Mop's head, inflicting some damage indeed, but receiving heavy punishment in return. The close of the round found him exhausted and bleeding.
Hardly had I reached it before Rador came hurrying up, in his manner a curious exultance mingled with what in anyone else I would have called a decided nervousness. "Come!" he commanded before I could speak. "The Council has made decision and Larree is awaiting you." "What has been decided?" I panted as we sped along the mosaic path that led to the house of Yolara. "And why is Larry awaiting me?"
Now from Yolara burst chime upon chime of mocking laughter. She gave a command the hands loosened, the poniard withdrew from my heart; suddenly as I had been caught I was free and unpleasantly weak and shaky. "Have you that in Ireland, Larree!" cried the priestess and once more trembled with laughter. "A good play, Yolara." His voice was as calm as his face.
"None of our men can do that!" she answered, at length. "Nor do I think you could, Larree." "Oh, no," said Larry easily. "I never tried to be that strong. I fly," he added, casually. The priestess rose to her feet, gazing at him with startled eyes. "Fly!" she repeated incredulously. "Like a Zitia? A bird?" Larry nodded and then seeing the dawning command in her eyes, went on hastily.
Why else did I creep through the lair of the dragon worm and pass the path of perils but to ask you that? And the choya guards you not well." Again she laughed. "We came to the cavern's end and, there were her Akka. And the Akka can see us as shadows. But it was my desire to surprise you with my coming, Larree," the voice was silken.
"In a a corial like this " She regarded the sketch gravely, thrust a hand down into her girdle and brought forth a keen-bladed poniard; cut Larry's markings out and placed the fragment carefully aside. "That I can understand," she said. "Remarkably intelligent young woman," muttered O'Keefe. "Hope I'm not giving anything away but she had me." "But what are your women like, Larree?
"There is to be a feast. You, Larree, you Goodwin, are to come. I remain here with Olaf." "No harm to him!" broke in O'Keefe sharply. Rador touched his heart, his eyes. "By the Ancient Ones, and by my love for you, and by what you twain did before the Shining One I swear it!" he whispered. Rador clapped palms; a soldier came round the path, in his grip a long flat box of polished wood.
Put it back and there were the grinning six! Yolara gave another sign and they disappeared, even from the crystals. "It is what they wear, Larree," explained Yolara, graciously. "It is something that came to us from the Ancient Ones. But we have so few" she sighed. "Such treasures must be two-edged swords, Yolara," commented O'Keefe.
Platform and bridge were swarming with men-at-arms; they crowded the parapets, looking down upon us curiously but with no evidence of hostility. Rador drew a deep breath of relief. "We don't have to break our way through, then?" There was disappointment in the Irishman's voice. "No use, Larree!" Smiling, Rador stopped the corial just beneath the arch and beside one of the piers. "Now, listen well.
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