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Her blue eyes flashed triumphantly; her chiming laughter rang. She raised her own glass but within it was not that clear drink that filled Larry's! And again he drained his own; and, lifting it, full once more, caught the baleful eyes of Lugur, and held it toward him mockingly. Yolara swayed close alluring, tempting. He arose, face all reckless gaiety; rollicking deviltry.
But you, Larree, await me here in my garden " she smiled at him, provocatively maliciously, too. "For shall not one who has resisted a world of goddesses be given all chance to worship when at last he finds his own?" She laughed whole-heartedly and was gone. And at that moment I liked Yolara better than ever I had before and alas better than ever I was to in the future.
"Nothing like getting acquainted quick," he said to me but kept his eyes upon Yolara as though he were voicing another honeyed phrase. And so she took it, for: "You must teach me your tongue," she murmured. "Then shall I have two words where now I have one to tell you of your loveliness," he answered. "And also that'll take time," he spoke to me.
O'Keefe was silent; the Golden Girl shook her head. "Well would I like to," her face grew dreaming; "but the Silent Ones say no; they bid me let you go, Yolara " "The Silent Ones," the priestess laughed. "You, Lakla! You fear, perhaps, to let me tarry here too close!" Storm gathered again in the handmaiden's eyes; she forced it back.
"We're to well I suppose you'd call it breakfast with her. After that, Rador tells me, we're to have a session with the Council of Nine. I suppose Yolara is as curious as any lady of the upper world, as you might put it and just naturally can't wait," he added. He gave himself a last shake, patted the automatic hidden under his left arm, whistled cheerfully.
The Shining One offers these terms: Send forth your handmaiden and that lying stranger she stole; send them forth to us and perhaps ye may live. But if ye send them not forth, then shall ye too die and soon!" We waited, silent, even as did Yolara and again there was no answer from the Three. The priestess laughed; the blue eyes flashed. "It is ended!" she cried.
"For her I meant and her you have pictured is Lakla, the hand-maiden to the Silent Ones, and neither Yolara nor Lugur, nay, nor the Shining One, love her overmuch, stranger." "Does she dwell here?" Larry's face was alight. The dwarf hesitated, glanced about him anxiously. "Nay," he answered, "ask me no more of her." He was silent for a space.
Around the reaching ruby flowers a faint red mist swiftly grew. The silver cone dropped from Yolara's rigid fingers; her eyes grew stark with horror; all her unearthly loveliness fled from her; she stood pale-lipped. The Handmaiden dropped the protecting veil and now it was she who laughed. "It would seem, then, Yolara, that there is a thing of the Silent Ones ye fear!" she said.
"And did you speak as you have spoken then was I bidden to say this to you." Her voice deepened. "Three tal have you to take counsel, Yolara.
Upon the Norseman's face there was no hint of comprehension, and at that moment I formed an entirely new opinion of Olaf's intelligence; for certainly it must have been a prodigious effort of the will, indeed, that enabled him, understanding, to control himself. "What does she say?" he asked. Larry repeated. "Good!" said Olaf. "Good!" He looked at Yolara with well-assumed gratitude.
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