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And when I dipped my hands within the life left them, and cold, deadly cold, ran up through them into my heart. And mine Freda she fell " he covered his eyes, and dropping his head on O'Keefe's shoulder, stood, racked by sobs that seemed to tear at his very soul. The Flame-Tipped Shadows Marakinoff nodded his head solemnly as Olaf finished. "Da!" he said.
He rolled up the sailor's sleeves half-way to the shoulder. The arms were white with somewhat of that weird semitranslucence that I had seen on Throckmartin's breast where a tendril of the Dweller had touched him; and his hands were of the same whiteness like a baroque pearl. Above the line of white, Marakinoff thrust the needle. "He will need all his heart can do," he said to me.
And thus it was that Lakla, the handmaiden of the Silent Ones, and Larry O'Keefe first looked into each other's hearts! Larry stood rapt, gazing at the stone. "Eilidh," I heard him whisper; "Eilidh of the lips like the red, red rowan and the golden-brown hair!" "Clearly of the Ranadae," said Marakinoff, "a development of the fossil Labyrinthodonts: you saw her teeth, da?"
She looked at him, puzzled, Marakinoff leaned over, translated to Lugur. The red dwarf smiled maliciously, drew near the priestess; whispered to her what was without doubt as near as he could come in the Murian to Larry's own very colloquial phrases. Yolara's lips writhed. "Hear me, Lakla!" she cried.
A colossal secret!" he muttered, when I had ended. "We cannot leave it hidden." "The first thing to do is to try the door," said Larry, matter of fact. "There is no use, my young friend," assured Marakinoff mildly. "Nevertheless we'll try," said Larry. We retraced our way through the winding tunnel to the end, but soon even O'Keefe saw that any idea of moving the slab from within was hopeless.
Goodwin and my impetuous young friend, you," went on Marakinoff after a moment's silence and I wondered vaguely why he did not include Huldricksson in his address "it is time that we have an understanding. I have a proposal to make to you also. It is this; we are what you call a bad boat, and all of us are in it. Da! We need all hands, is it not so?
"Lieutenant O'Keefe of the Royal Flying Corps," replied Larry, saluting. "And this gentleman is Dr. Walter T. Goodwin." Marakinoff's face brightened. "The American botanist?" he queried. I nodded. "Ah," cried Marakinoff eagerly, "but this is fortunate. Long I have desired to meet you. Your work, for an American, is most excellent; surprising.
What in damnation kind of a place and time is this to start an argument like that? "Angiospermae, is it?" exclaimed Larry. Marakinoff again regarded him with that irritating air of benevolence. "You have not the scientific mind, young friend," he said. "The poonch, yes! But so has the mule.
Kneel, ye scuts, kneel." "Larry," I cried, "are you going crazy?" "Not a bit of it," he said. "I'm that and more if Comrade Marakinoff is on the level. Whoop! Bring forth the royal jewels an' put a whole new bunch of golden strings in Tara's harp an' down with the Sassenach forever! Whoop!" He did a wild jig. "Lord how good the old togs feel," he grinned. "The touch of 'em has gone to my head.
Under that look Yolara stirred impatiently, sensing, I know, its meaning. "Why do you look at me so?" she cried. An expression of bewilderment passed over Olaf's face. "I do not understand," he said in English. I caught a quickly repressed gleam in O'Keefe's eyes. He knew, as I knew, that Olaf must have understood. But did Marakinoff? Apparently he did not. But why was Olaf feigning ignorance?
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