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skin. And suddenly in the eyes dawned a smile — sweet, friendly, a touch of roguishness, profoundly reassuring in its all humanness. I felt my heart expand as though freed from fetters, a recrudescence of confidence in the essential reality of things — as though in nightmare the struggling consciousness should glimpse some familiar face and know the terrors with which it strove were but dreams. And involuntarily I smiled back at her.

      She raised her head and looked again at Yolara, contempt and a certain curiosity in her gaze; at O’Keefe — and through the softened eyes drifted swiftly a shadow of sorrow, and on its fleeting wings deepest interest, and hovering over that a naive approval as reassuringly human as had been her smile.

      She spoke, and her voice, deep-timbred, liquid gold as was Yolara’s all silver, was subtly the synthesis of all the golden glowing beauty of her.

      “The Silent Ones have sent me, O Yolara,” she said. “And this is their command to you — that you deliver to me to bring before them three of the four strangers who have found their way here. For him there who plots with Lugur”— she pointed at Marakinoff, and I saw Yolara start —“they have no need. Into his heart the Silent Ones have looked; and Lugur and you may keep him, Yolara!”

      There was honeyed venom in the last words.

      Yolara was herself now; only the edge of shrillness on her voice revealed her wrath as she answered.

      “And whence have the Silent Ones gained power to command, choya?”

      This last, I knew, was a very vulgar word; I had heard Rador use it in a moment of anger to one of the serving maids, and it meant, approximately, “kitchen girl,” “scullion.” Beneath the insult and the acid disdain, the blood rushed up under Lakla’s ambered ivory skin.

      “Yolara”— her voice was low —“of no use is it to question me. 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!” Her eyes blazed, her nostrils were wide, in her fair throat a little pulse beat angrily. “You, Lakla — take you my message to the Silent Ones. Say to them that I keep this man”— she pointed to Larry —“because he is mine. Say to them that I keep the yellow-haired one and him”— she pointed to me —“because it pleases me.

      “Tell them that upon their mouths I place my foot, so!”— she stamped upon the dais viciously —“and that in their faces I spit!”— and her action was hideously snakelike. “And say last to them, you handmaiden, that if YOU they dare send to Yolara again, she will feed YOU to the Shining One! Now — go!”

      The handmaiden’s face was white.

      “Not unforeseen by the three was this, Yolara,” she replied. “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. And at the end of that time these things must you have determined — either to do or not to do: first, send the strangers to the Silent Ones; second, give up, you and Lugur and all of you, that dream you have of conquest of the world without; and, third, forswear the Shining One! And if you do not one and all these things, then are you done, your cup of life broken, your wine of life spilled. Yea, Yolara, for you and the Shining One, Lugur and the Nine and all those here and their kind shall pass! This say the Silent Ones, ‘Surely shall all of ye pass and be as though never had ye been!’”

      Now a gasp of rage and fear arose from all those around me — but the priestess threw back her head and laughed loud and long. Into the silver sweet chiming of her laughter clashed that of Lugur — and after a little the nobles took it up, till the whole chamber echoed with their mirth. O’Keefe, lips tightening, moved toward the Handmaiden, and almost imperceptibly, but peremptorily, she waved him back.

      “Those ARE great words — great words indeed, choya,” shrilled Yolara at last; and again Lakla winced beneath the word. “Lo, for laya upon laya, the Shining One has been freed from the Three; and for laya upon laya they have sat helpless, rotting. Now I ask you again — whence comes their power to lay their will upon me, and whence comes their strength to wrestle with the Shining One and the beloved of the Shining One?”

      And again she laughed — and again Lugur and all the fairhaired joined in her laughter.

      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!” Her voice grew silk of silver — merciless, cruel. “Now am I minded to send another answer to the Silent Ones. Yea! But not by YOU, Lakla; by these”— she pointed to the frog-men, and, swift as light, her hand darted into her bosom, bringing forth the little shining cone of death.

      But before she could level it the Golden Girl had released that hidden left arm and thrown over her face a fold of the metallic swathings. Swifter than Yolara, she raised the arm that held the vine — and now I knew this was no inert blossoming thing.

      It was alive!

      It writhed down her arm, and its five rubescent flower heads thrust out toward the priestess — vibrating, quivering, held in leash only by the light touch of the handmaiden at its very end.

      From the swelling throat pouch of the monster behind her came a succession of the reverberant boomings. The frogmen wheeled, raised their lances, levelled them at the throng. 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. “Well — the kiss of the Yekta I promise you in return for the embrace of your Shining One.”

      She looked at Larry, long, searchingly, and suddenly again with all that effect of sunlight bursting into dark places, her smile shone upon him. She nodded, half gaily; looked down upon me, the little merry light dancing in her eyes; waved her hand to me.

      She spoke to the giant frog-man. He wheeled behind her as she turned, facing the priestess, club upraised, fangs glistening. His troop moved not a jot, spears held high. Lakla began to pass slowly — almost, I thought, tauntingly — and as she reached the portal Larry leaped from the dais.

      “ALANNA!” he cried. “You’ll not be leavin’ me just when I’ve found you!”

      In his excitement he spoke in his own tongue, the velvet brogue appealing. Lakla turned, contemplated O’Keefe, hesitant, unquestionably longingly, irresistibly like a child making up her mind whether she dared or dared not take a delectable something offered her.

      “I go with you,” said O’Keefe, this time in her own speech. “Come on, Doc!” He reached out a hand to me.

      But now Yolara spoke. 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. “No promise has passed from me to you — and why would you hold me?” He passed unconsciously into English. “Be a good sport, Yolara,” he urged, “You HAVE got a very devil of a temper, you know, and

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