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Updated: June 23, 2025
The chamber was small, the opal walls screening it on three sides, the black opacity covering it, the fourth side opening out into a delicious little walled garden a mass of the fragrant, luminous blooms and delicately colored fruit. Facing it was a small table of reddish wood and from the omnipresent cushions heaped around it arose to greet us Yolara.
Put it back and there were the grinning six! Yolara gave another sign and they disappeared, even from the crystals. "It is what they wear, Larree," explained Yolara, graciously. "It is something that came to us from the Ancient Ones. But we have so few" she sighed. "Such treasures must be two-edged swords, Yolara," commented O'Keefe.
Swiftly she stepped beside the priestess; swiftly wrenched the last shreds of the hiding robes from her. There they stood Yolara with but the filmiest net of gauze about her wonderful body; gleaming flesh shining through it; serpent woman -and wonderful, too, beyond the dreams even of Phidias and hell-fire glowing from the purple eyes.
But Lugur understood, for his hand dropped. Now Yolara was there all this had taken barely more than five seconds. She thrust herself between the three men and the Dweller. She spoke to it and the wild buzzing died down; the gay crystal tinklings burst forth again.
And consider, Larree, if the handmaiden, the choya comes, I can vanish so" the mocking head disappeared, burst forth again "and slay her with the Keth or bid my people seize her and bear her to the Shining One!" Tiny beads of sweat stood out on O'Keefe's forehead, and I knew he was thinking not of himself, but of Lakla. "What do you want with me, Yolara?" he asked hoarsely.
"And many have been the journeys upward of the Shining One, through the Moon Pool returning with still others in its coils. "And now again has it grown restless, longing for the wider spaces. It has spoken to Yolara and to Lugur even as it did to the dead Taithu, promising them dominion. And it has grown stronger, drawing to itself power to go far on the moon stream where it will.
"Come," he said, and with the ice-eyed giant behind her, Yolara, head bent, passed out of those hangings through which, but a little before, unseen, triumph in her grasp, she had slipped. Then Lakla came to the unhappy O'Keefe, rested her hands on his shoulders, looked deep into his eyes. "Did you woo her, even as she said?" she asked. The Irishman flushed miserably. "I did not," he said.
On one side of this dais, meshed in a silken web that hid no line or curve of her sweet body, white flesh gleaming through its folds, stood Yolara; and opposite her, crowned with a circlet of flashing blue stones, his mighty body stark bare, was Lugur!
"This man comes with us, Yolara," said O'Keefe pointing to Olaf. "Bring him," she said. "Bring him only tell him to look no more upon me as before!" she added fiercely. Beside her the three of us passed along the stalls, where sat the fair-haired, now silent, at gaze, as though in the grip of some great doubt. Silently Olaf strode beside me. Rador had disappeared.
Within the arc of the inner half circle was another glittering board, an oval. But of those seated there, facing us I had eyes for only one Yolara! She swayed up to greet O'Keefe and she was like one of those white lily maids, whose beauty Hoang-Ku, the sage, says made the Gobi first a paradise, and whose lusts later the burned-out desert that it is.
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