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The aperture containing the ionizing mechanism was still open; I glanced within, The whirling ball of fire was not dimmed, but its coruscations, instead of pouring down through the cylinder, swirled and eddied and shot back as though trying to re-enter their source. Rador nodded grimly. "The Shadow takes its toll," he said. We topped a rise Larry gripped my arm. "Look!" he cried, and pointed.
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.
The head of horror mounted and in the shield's centre, full ten feet across, glowing, flickering, shining out coldly, was a rose of white flame, a "flower of cold fire" even as Rador had said. Now swiftly the Thing upreared, standing like a scaled tower a hundred feet above the rift, its eyes scanning that movement I had seen along the course of its lair.
Peering with him we saw the barrier through which we had come stretching verdure-covered walls for miles three or more away. Like a mole burrow in a garden stretched the trail of the tunnel; here and there we could look down within the rift at its top; far off in it I thought I saw the glint of spears. "They come!" whispered Rador. "Quick! We must not meet them here!" And then "Holy St.
"I hear," the green dwarf whispered. "They shall be taken there at once." The globe grew silent. He stepped toward us. "You have heard," he turned to us. "Not on your life, Rador," said Larry. "Nothing doing!" And then in the Murian's own tongue. "We follow Lakla, Rador. And you lead the way." He thrust the pistol close to the green dwarf's side. Rador did not move.
And did you think that Rador would carry to the temple prison a man who would take the chances of torment upon his own shoulders to save him? Or you, Goodwin, who saved him from the rotting death? For what did I take the corial or lift the veil of silence that I might hear what threatened you " He swept the corial to the left, away from the temple approach.
But before he could touch the Shining One, now motionless and never was the thing more horrible than then, with the purely human suggestion of surprise plain in its poise Larry had struck him aside. I tried to follow and was held by Rador. He was trembling but not with fear. In his face was incredulous hope, inexplicable eagerness. "Wait!" he said. "Wait!"
There were footsteps on the path, and into sight came Rador but a Rador changed. Gone was every vestige of his mockery; curiously solemn, he saluted O'Keefe and Olaf with that salute which, before this, I had seen given only to Yolara and to Lugur. There came a swift quickening of the tumult died away. He shrugged mighty shoulders. "The ladala are awake!" he said.
"Strike up the band" came O'Keefe's voice "here comes the hero!" He strode into the room. I am bound to say that the admiration in Rador's eyes was reflected in my own, and even, if involuntarily, in Olaf's. "A son of Siyana!" whispered Rador.
"Well," he answered slowly, "I suppose it was because I'd been thinking of Golden Eyes. Anyway, I thought she came through the wall and leaned over me yes, and put one of those long white hands of hers on my head I couldn't raise my lids but in some queer way I could see her. Then it got real dreamish. Why do you ask?" Rador turned back toward us, "Later," I answered, "Not now. When we're alone."
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