"Yolara," she said, "you have defied the Silent Ones, you have desecrated their abode, you came to slay these men who are the guests of the Silent Ones and me, who am their hand-maiden--why did you do these things?"
"I came for him!" gasped the priestess; she pointed to O'Keefe.
"Why?" asked Lakla.
"Because he is pledged to me," replied Yolara, all the devils that were hers in her face."Because he wooed me!
Because he is mine!"
"That is a lie!" The handmaiden's voice shook with rage.
"It is a lie! But here and now he shall choose, Yolara.And if you he choose, you and he shall go forth from here un-molested--for Yolara, it is his happiness that I most desire, and if you are that happiness--you shall go together.And now, Larry, choose!"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 pur-ple eyes.
And Lakla, like a girl of the Vikings, like one of those warrior maids who stood and fought for dun and babes at the side of those old heroes of Larry's own green isle; trans-lucent ivory lambent through the rents of her torn draperies, and in the wide, golden eyes flaming wrath, indeed--not the diabolic flames of the priestess but the righteous wrath of some soul that looking out of paradise sees vile wrong in the doing.
"Lakla," the O'Keefe's voice was subdued, hurt, "there ISno choice.I love you and only you--and have from the moment I saw you.It's not easy--this.God, Goodwin, I feel like an utter cad," he flashed at me."There is no choice, Lakla," he ended, eyes steady upon hers.
The priestess's face grew deadlier still.
"What will you do with me?" she asked.
"Keep you," I said, "as hostage."
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.
"No," she answered, the Silent Ones so command--and for their own purposes.Yet do I think, Yolara, that you will have little time to feed your wickedness--tell that to Lugur --and to your Shining One!" she added slowly.
Mockery and disbelief rode high in the priestess's pose.
"Am I to return alone--like this?" she asked.
"Nay, Yolara, nay; you shall be accompanied," said Lakla;"and by those who will guard--and WATCH--you well.They are here even now."The hangings parted, and into the chamber came Olaf and Rador.
The priestess met the fierce hatred and contempt in the eyes of the Norseman--and for the first time lost her bravado.
"Let not HIM go with me," she gasped--her eyes searched the floor frantically.
"He goes with you," said Lakla, and threw about Yolara a swathing that covered the exquisite, alluring body."And you shall pass through the Portal, not skulk along the path of the worm!"She bent to Rador, whispered to him; he nodded; she had told him, I supposed, the secret of its opening.
"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."I was pleasant to her, of course, because I thought it would bring me quicker to you, darlin'."She looked at him doubtfully; then--
"I think you must have been VERY--pleasant!" was all she said--and leaning, kissed him forgivingly straight on the lips.
An extremely direct maiden was Lakla, with a truly sov-ereign contempt for anything she might consider non-essen-tials; and at this moment I decided she was wiser even than I had thought her.
He stumbled, feet vanishing; reached down and picked up something that in the grasping turned his hand to air.
"One of the invisible cloaks," he said to me."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.Lakla shivered; gave a command.
The frog-men moved about; peering here and there; lifting unseen folds revealing in stark rigidity torn form after form of the priestess's men.
Lakla had been right--her _Akka_ were thorough fighters!
She called, and to her came the frog-woman who was her attendant.To her the handmaiden spoke, pointing to the batrachians who stood, paws and forearms melted beneath the robes they had gathered.She took them and passed out --more grotesque than ever, shattering into streaks of vacan-cies, reappearing with flickers of shining scale and yellow gems as the tattered pennants of invisibility fluttered about her.
The frog-men reached down, swung each a dead dwarf in his arms, and filed, booming triumphantly awayAnd then I remembered the cone of the _Keth_ which had slipped from Yolara's hand; knew it had been that for which her wild eyes searched.But look as closely as we might, search in every nook and corner as we did, we could not find it.Had the dying hand of one of her men clutched it and had it been borne away with them? With the thought Larry and I raced after the scaled warriors, searched every body they carried.It was not there.Perhaps the priestess had found it, retrieved it swiftly without our seeing.
Whatever was true--the cone was gone.And what a weapon that one little holder of the shaking death would have been for us!
