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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Lakla," the O'Keefe's voice was subdued, hurt, "there is no choice. I love you and only you and have from the moment I saw you. It's not easy this. God, Goodwin, I feel like an utter cad," he flashed at me. "There is no choice, Lakla," he ended, eyes steady upon hers. The priestess's face grew deadlier still. "What will you do with me?" she asked. "Keep you," I said, "as hostage."
"He is in a hurry for me to enlist and in a greater hurry to have me marry." Austerely, this pleasant woman grabbed it. "It is your duty!" That was too much for Paliser, who, knowing as well as she did what she was driving at, wanted to laugh. Like the yawn, he suppressed it. The priestess's austerity faded. A very fair mimic of exaltation replaced it. "Whoever she is, how proud she will be!
Once it stopped, curving back its glistening body in a strange loop as though in readiness to spring but it soon resumed its course, and arrived at the High Priestess's feet.
"I would it might have been otherwise, Larry darlin'," she whispered. "But at least we pass together, dearest of mine!" She leaped to the window. "Yolara!" the golden voice rang out sweetly. The clanging ceased. "Draw back your men. We open the Portal and come forth to you and the Shining One Larry and I." The priestess's silver chimes of laughter rang out, cruel, mocking.
"Also that you have called out to the three Silent Ones. Is it true?" "Your spies have spoken and have you not already judged us?" The voice of the old dwarf was bitter. A flicker shot through the eyes of Yolara, again cold grey. The girl reached a trembling hand out to the hem of the priestess's veils. "Tell us why you did these things, Songar," she said.
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