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"And whence have the Silent Ones gained power to command, choya?" This last, I knew, was a very vulgar word; I had heard Rador use it in a moment of anger to one of the serving maids, and it meant, approximately, "kitchen girl," "scullion." Beneath the insult and the acid disdain, the blood rushed up under Lakla's ambered ivory skin. "Yolara" her voice was low "of no use is it to question me.
I noted Rador standing outside the open jade door and started to go, but O'Keefe caught me by the arm. "Wait a minute," he urged. "About Golden Eyes you were going to tell me something it's been on my mind all through that little sparring match." I told him of the vision that had passed through my closing lids. He listened gravely and then laughed.
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.
"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.
The set face softened as he looked at the Golden Girl and bowed low to her. He thrust a hand to O'Keefe and to me. "There is to be battle," he said. "I go with Rador to call the armies of these frog people. As for me Lakla has spoken. There is no hope for for mine Helma in life, but there is hope that we destroy the Shining Devil and give mine Helma peace. And with that I am well content, ja!
"The dragon worm!" Rador said. "It was Helvede Orm the hell worm!" groaned Olaf. "There you go again " blazed Larry; but the green dwarf was hurrying down the path and swiftly we followed, Larry muttering, Olaf mumbling, behind me. The green dwarf was signalling us for caution. He pointed through a break in a grove of fifty-foot cedar mosses we were skirting the glassy road!
On the white waters graceful shells lacustrian replicas of the Elf chariots swam, but none was near that distant web of wonder. "Rador what is that?" I asked. "It is the Veil of the Shining One!" he answered slowly. Was the Shining One that which we named the Dweller? "What is the Shining One?" I cried, eagerly. Again he was silent. Nor did he speak until we had turned on our homeward way.
And there is another thing that Lugur does not know when he opens the Portal the Silent Ones will hear and Lakla and the Akka will be swift to greet its opener." "Rador," I asked, "how know you all this?" "The handmaiden is my own sister's child," he answered quietly. O'Keefe drew a long breath. "Uncle," he remarked casually in English, "meet the man who's going to be your nephew!"
From all the amphitheatre arose a clamour, a shouting. Marakinoff, his eyes staring, was leaning out, listening. Unrestrained now by Rador, I vaulted the wall and rushed forward. But not before I had heard the green dwarf murmur: "There is something stronger than the Shining One! Two things yea a strong heart and hate!" Olaf, panting, eyes glazed, trembling, shrank beneath my hand.
Tall and willow lithe, their bluish-black hair falling in ringlets just below their white shoulders, their clear eyes of forget-me-not blue, and skins of extraordinary fineness and purity they were singularly attractive. Each was clad in an extremely scanty bodice of silken blue, girdled above a kirtle that came barely to their very pretty knees. "Food and drink," ordered Rador.
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