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Poynter, who in blue blazes are you looking for?" Philip flushed. "Dry up!" he advised. "You're grouchy." Sherrill was still heatedly denying the charge when they halted near the Baron. "You wear a singular costume," suggested Ronador stiffly, when the formalities of presentation were at an end. He glanced at the luminous turban and thence to the chains.
And surely this will come to me in the court of Ronador." The wild moon drifted behind a cloud, the sea darkened, something huge and shadowy lumbered down to the water and splashed heavily away, the cat owl hooted. A mist drooped trailing fingers over the water as the wind died away. A profoundly dreary setting for a dream of empire! "See!" said Keela shyly. "It is the camp of my people."
And this is another infernal complication of the freedom of marital choice we grant our princes!" "Ten years ago," flamed Ronador passionately, "you and my father picked a wife for me! Is not that enough? Now that she is dead, I shall marry whom I choose. Has it not occurred to you that after all it is the sanest way out of this horrible muddle?"
In that instant Carl knew that the Houdanian had furtively followed the camp of the traders into the wilds of the Everglades, spurred on by the fierce command of Ronador. But he did not move. A terrible apathy made him indifferent to the knife of the assassin. He had had his day of masterful torment back there in the attic of the farm, he told himself. Now he must pay.
"Excellency," he said sullenly, "it is unfair that I am denied the knowledge of detail that I need. That is why I sought to read the cipher." "And yet, Themar," said the Baron softly, "I fancy Ronador has told you something enough!" He shrugged, his impenetrable eyes narrowing slowly.
And presently, with faith in his poisoned arrows Ronador went, pledged to await her summons. Diane sat very still beneath the cedars, with the noise of the music-machine wild torture to her ears. The moon silvered the marsh and the creek. Off to the east rippled a silent, moon-white stretch of sea, infinitely lonely, murmuring in the star-cool night.
Poynter is at the bedside of his father. Granberry has gone to learn the tale of the other candlestick. These men, Ronador, we must see again before we sail. In the meantime, there is Poynter's physician." "Very well," said Ronador, goaded to a sudden consent by a fevered wave of nausea and shaking, "let us go to him." So came Prince Ronador and the Baron to the island lodge of Mic-co.
Long afterward Diane was to remember that she had caught a similar look in the eyes of Ronador. "Well?" she begged, slightly uncomfortable. Carl smiled. Once more his fine eyes were impassive. With ready grace he admired the delicately-thonged tunic and the beaded sash, the bright turban with the beaten band of silver and the darkly lovely face beneath it.
He glanced instead at the buzzard which seemed curiously to hang above the long black car. Now presently as he eyed the road ahead for a glimpse of the van, Ronador saw the familiar lines of a music-machine and drove by it with a glance of interest. Instantly the blood rushed violently to his face.
Ronador bent with deference over the girl's outstretched hand and brushed it lightly with his lips, unconscious that her face had grown very white and troubled.
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