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Like a broken spider he movedâ âfeeblyâ âonce, twice. From the Dweller shot a shimmering tentacleâ âtouched himâ ârecoiled. Its crystal tinklings changed into an angry chiming. From all aboutâ âjewelled stalls and jet peakâ âcame a sigh of incredulous horror.
Lugur leaped forward. On the instant Larry was over the low barrier between the pillars, rushing to the Norsemanâs side. And even as they ran there was another wild shout from Olaf, and he hurled himself out, straight at the throat of the Dweller!
But before he could touch the Shining One, now motionlessâ âand never was the thing more horrible than then, with the purely human suggestion of surprise plain in its poiseâ âLarry had struck him aside.
I tried to followâ âand was held by Rador. He was tremblingâ âbut not with fear. In his face was incredulous hope, inexplicable eagerness.
âWait!â he said. âWait!â
The Shining One stretched out a slow spiral, and as it did so I saw the bravest thing man has ever witnessed. Instantly OâKeefe thrust himself between it and Olaf, pistol out. The tentacle touched him, and the dull blue of his robe flashed out into blinding, intense azure light. From the automatic in his gloved hand came three quick bursts of flame straight into the Thing. The Dweller drew back; the bell-sounds swelled.
Lugur paused, his hand darted up, and in it was one of the silver Keth cones. But before he could flash it upon the Norseman, Larry had unlooped his robe, thrown its fold over Olaf, and, holding him with one hand away from the Shining One, thrust with the other his pistol into the dwarfâs stomach. His lips moved, but I could not hear what he said. But Lugur understood, for his hand dropped.
Now Yolara was thereâ âall this had taken barely more than five seconds. She thrust herself between the three men and the Dweller. She spoke to itâ âand the wild buzzing died down; the gay crystal tinklings burst forth again. The Thing murmured to herâ âbegan to whirlâ âfaster, fasterâ âpassed down the ivory pier, out upon the waters, bearing with it, meshed in its light, the sacrificesâ âswept on ever more swiftly, triumphantly and turning, turning, with its ghastly crew, vanished through the Veil!
Abruptly the polychromatic path snapped out. The silver light poured in upon us. From all the amphitheatre arose a clamour, a shouting. Marakinoff, his eyes staring, was leaning out, listening. Unrestrained now by Rador, I vaulted the wall and rushed forward. But not before I had heard the green dwarf murmur:
âThere is something stronger than the Shining One! Two thingsâ âyeaâ âa strong heartâ âand hate!â
Olaf, panting, eyes glazed, trembling, shrank beneath my hand.
âThe devil that took my Helma!â I heard him whisper. âThe Shining Devil!â
âBoth these men,â Lugur was raging, âthey shall dance with the Shining One. And this one, too.â He pointed at me malignantly.
âThis man is mine,â said the priestess, and her voice was menacing. She rested her hand on Larryâs shoulder. âHe shall not dance. Noâ ânor his friend. I have told you I care not for this one!â She pointed to Olaf.
âNeither this man, nor this,â said Larry, âshall be harmed. This is my word, Yolara!â
âEven so,â she answered quietly, âmy lord!â
I saw Marakinoff stare at OâKeefe with a new and curiously speculative interest. Lugurâs eyes grew hellish; he raised his arms as though to strike her. Larryâs pistol prodded him rudely enough.
âNo rough stuff now, kid!â said OâKeefe in English. The red dwarf quivered, turnedâ âcaught a robe from a priest standing by, and threw it over himself. The ladala, shouting, gesticulating, fighting with the soldiers, were jostling down from the tiers of jet.
âCome!â commanded Yolaraâ âher eyes rested upon Larry. âYour heart is great, indeedâ âmy lord!â she murmured; and her voice was very sweet. âCome!â
âThis man comes with us, Yolara,â said OâKeefe pointing to Olaf.
âBring him,â she said. âBring himâ âonly tell him to look no more upon me as before!â she added fiercely.
Beside her the three of us passed along the stalls, where sat the fair-haired, now silent, at gaze, as though in the grip of some great doubt. Silently Olaf strode beside me. Rador had disappeared. 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.
And one thing now I knew sick at heart and soul the truth had come to meâ âno more need to search for Throckmartin. Behind that Veil, in the lair of the Dweller, dead-alive like those we had just seen swim in its shining train was he, and Edith, Stanton and Thora and Olaf Huldrickssonâs wife!
The car came to rest; the portal opened; Yolara leaped out lightly, beckoned and flitted up the corridor. She paused before an ebon screen. At a touch it vanished, revealing an entrance to a small blue chamber, glowing as though cut from the heart of some gigantic sapphire; bare, save that in its centre, upon a low pedestal, stood a great globe fashioned from milky rock-crystal; upon its surface were faint tracings as of seas and continents, but, if so, either of some other world or of this world in immemorial past, for in no way did they resemble the mapped coastlines of our Earth.
Poised upon the globe, rising from it out into space, locked in each otherâs arms, lips to lips, were two figures, a woman and a man, so exquisite, so lifelike, that
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