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Are they like me? And how many have loved you?" she whispered. "In all Ireland and America there is none like you, Yolara," he answered. "And take that any way you please," he muttered in English. She took it, it was evident, as it most pleased her. "Do you have goddesses?" she asked. "Every woman in Ireland and America, is a goddess"; thus Larry. "Now that I do not believe."
"It is well!" It was Lugur. "It is well, Yolara." It was a woman's voice, and I knew it for that old one of ravaged beauty. "Cast from your mind whatever is in it for this stranger either of love or hatred. In this the Council is with Lugur and the man of wisdom." There was a silence. Then came the priestess's voice, sullen but beaten. "It is well!"
Closer she came closer -the eyes were over us. Then oblivion indeed! Yolara of Muria vs. the O'Keefe I awakened with all the familiar, homely sensation of a shade having been pulled up in a darkened room. I thrilled with a wonderful sense of deep rest and restored resiliency. The ebon shadow had vanished from above and down into the room was pouring the silvery light.
Bent toward it, Yolara seemed to gather within herself pulsing waves of power; she was terrifying; gloriously, maddeningly evil; and as gloriously, maddeningly heavenly! Aphrodite and the Virgin! Tanith of the Carthaginians and St. Bride of the Isles! A queen of hell and a princess of heaven in one!
Closer it drew; behind it glided Yolara at the head of a company of her dwarfs, and at her side was the hag of the Council whose face was the withered, shattered echo of her own. Slower grew the Dweller's pace as it drew nearer. Did I sense in it a doubt, an uncertainty?
"Then," said Larry, "we have the Akka; and we have the four men of us, and among us three guns and about a hundred cartridges an' an' the power of the Three but what about the Shining One, Fireworks " "I do not know." Again the indecision that had been in her eyes when Yolara had launched her defiance crept back. "The Shining One is strong and he has his slaves!"
I am but the messenger of the Silent Ones. And one thing only am I bidden to ask you do you deliver to me the three strangers?" Lugur was on his feet; eagerness, sardonic delight, sinister anticipation thrilling from him and my same glance showed Marakinoff, crouched, biting his finger-nails, glaring at the Golden Girl. "No!" Yolara spat the word. "No! Now by Thanaroa and by the Shining One, no!"
Knowledge of the appalling effects of their touch came, she told me, from those few "who had been kissed so lightly" that they recovered. Certainly nothing, not even the Shining One, was dreaded by the Murians as these were W. T. G. The Coming of Yolara "Never was there such a girl!"
Into the eyes of Lakla I saw creep a doubt, a wavering; as though deep within her the foundations of her own belief were none too firm. She hesitated, turning upon O'Keefe gaze in which rested more than suggestion of appeal! And Yolara saw, too, for she flushed with triumph, stretched a finger toward the handmaiden. "Look!" she cried. "Look! Why, even she does not believe!"
Nak," she added, "is he who went before me when you were dancing with Yolara, Larry." She stole a swift, mischievous glance at him. "He is headman of all the Akka." "Just what forces can we muster against them when they come, darlin'?" said Larry. "Darlin'?" the Golden Girl had caught the caress of the word "what's that?" "It's a little word that means Lakla," he answered.
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