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"There must be quite a lot of them about I guess Yolara brought her full staff of murderers. They're a bit shopworn, probably but we're considerably better off with 'em in our hands than in hers. And they may come in handy who knows?" There was a choking rattle at my feet; half the head of a dwarf raised out of vacancy; beat twice upon the floor in death throes; fell back.
"Now would I not let you take this man from me were I to dwell ten thousand laya in the agony of the Yekta's kiss. This I swear to you by Thanaroa, by my heart, and by my strength and may my strength wither, my heart rot in my breast, and Thanaroa forget me if I do!" "Listen, Yolara" began O'Keefe again. "Be silent, you!" It was almost a shriek.
Under that look Yolara stirred impatiently, sensing, I know, its meaning. "Why do you look at me so?" she cried. An expression of bewilderment passed over Olaf's face. "I do not understand," he said in English. I caught a quickly repressed gleam in O'Keefe's eyes. He knew, as I knew, that Olaf must have understood. But did Marakinoff? Apparently he did not. But why was Olaf feigning ignorance?
There wasn't a smile in my heart or if there was it was a very tender one. "I'm going to bed," he said abruptly. "Keep an eye on the wall, Doc!" Between the seven sleeps that followed, Larry and I saw but little of each other. Yolara sought him more and more. Thrice we were called before the Council; once we were at a great feast, whose splendours and surprises I can never forget.
She pointed to Olaf. "Neither this man, nor this," said Larry, "shall be harmed. This is my word, Yolara!" "Even so," she answered quietly, "my lord!" I saw Marakinoff stare at O'Keefe with a new and curiously speculative interest. Lugur's eyes grew hellish; he raised his arms as though to strike her. Larry's pistol prodded him rudely enough. "No rough stuff now, kid!" said O'Keefe in English.
"And so I have," he murmured to me. "And both at Forty-second and Fifth Avenue, N. Y. U. S. A." Yolara considered all this with manifest doubt. "Hell?" she inquired at last. "I know not the word." "Well," answered O'Keefe. "Say Muria then. In many ways they are, I gather, O heart's delight, one and the same." Now the doubt in the blue eyes was strong indeed. She shook her head.
Down the stairway, through the hall of turquoise mist, over the rushing sea-stream we went and stood beside the wall through which we had entered. The white-robed ones had gone. Yolara pressed; the portal opened. We stepped upon the car; she took the lever; we raced through the faintly luminous corridor to the house of the priestess.
Eggs are eggs no matter how they're cooked and people are just people, fellow travellers, no matter what dish they are in," he concluded. "Come on!" With the three of us close behind him, he marched toward the entrance. Yolara, Priestess of the Shining One "You'd better have this handy, Doc."
Life and beauty had flowed back into her face, and in the purple eyes all her hosts of devils were gathered. "Do you forget what I promised you before Siya and Siyana? And do you think that you can leave me me as though I were a choya like her." She pointed to Lakla. "Do you " "Now, listen, Yolara," Larry interrupted almost plaintively.
And in the meantime we shall have disposed my Akka to meet Yolara's men. And on that disposal we must all take counsel, you, Larry, and Rador, Olaf and Goodwin and Nak, the ruler of the Akka." "Did the messenger give any idea when Yolara expects to make her little call?" asked Larry. "Yes," she answered.
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