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"The little fairy that sent the trees and stones kiting up from Lugur's garden. Marakinoff licked his lips over them. They cut off gravity, just about as the shadow screens cut off light and consequently whatever's in their range goes shooting just naturally up to the moon "They get my goat, why deny it?" went on Larry.
"Down!" cried Rador, and hurled me to the ground. My head struck sharply; I felt myself grow faint; Olaf fell beside me; I saw the green dwarf draw down the O'Keefe; he collapsed limply, face still, eyes staring. A shout and from the roadway poured a host of Lugur's men; I could hear Lugur bellowing.
She pointed down upon Larry. He glanced up at her. "Can't quite make out what you say, Yolara," he muttered thickly. "But say anything you like I love your voice!" I turned sick with dread. Yolara's hand stole softly upon the Irishman's curls caressingly. "You know the law, Yolara." Lugur's voice was flat, deadly, "You may not mate with other than your own kind.
She halted close beside me. From firm little chin to dainty buskined feet she was swathed in the soft robes of dull, almost coppery hue. The left arm was hidden, the right free and gloved. Wound tight about it was one of the vines of the sculptured wall and of Lugur's circled signet-ring.
Stephen Hatton's favorite fashions were considerably behind the period, and Mr. Lugur's advice was after the strictest Methodist rules. So Lucy waived all rites and ceremonies and called on Mrs. John Hatton for advice. Jane was alone when the visit was made, and the heaviness and boredom of mid-afternoon was upon her. Mrs. Harry's card was a relief.
A dozen of the coria clustered, filled with Lugur's men and in one of them Lugur himself, laughing wickedly! There was a rush of soldiers and up the low hillock raced a score of them toward us. "Run!" shouted Rador. "Not much!" grunted Larry and took swift aim at Lugur. The automatic spat: Olaf's echoed.
I'm sorry to say, there is that little lass o' Lugur's. You must interfere there, and you can't do it too soon." "Lugur? Who is Lugur? I never heard of the man. He is not in the Hatton factory, that I know." "He isn't in anybody's factory. He is head teacher in the Methodist school here." "Well, what of that?" "He has a daughter, a little lass about eighteen years old."
We must bear with patience and good nature Harry's gushing, little condescensions, for he really thinks the majority of his elders to be grossly ignorant, perverse, and cynical. Yet he really loves us in spite of our faults, so I think we must be lenient with his faults." Lugur's ideas exactly fitted John's and as the men parted Lugur said, "I foresee that we shall be friends.
The handmaiden raced toward Larry, stopped, whistled shrilly again and again. Larry's pistol was empty, but as the dwarfs rushed upon him I dropped two of them with mine. It jammed I could not use it; I sprang to his side. Rador was down, struggling in a heap of Lugur's men. Olaf, a Viking of old, was whirling his great hammer, and striking, striking through armour, flesh, and bone.
"A toast!" he cried in English, "to the Shining One and may the hell where it belongs soon claim it!" He had used their own word for their god all else had been in his own tongue, and so, fortunately, they did not understand. But the contempt in his action they did recognize and a dead, a fearful silence fell upon them all. Lugur's eyes blazed, little sparks of crimson in their green.
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