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again full of malice; ā€œand there will be othersā ā€”friends of Yolaraā ā€”friends of Lugurā ā€”and perhaps anotherā€ā ā€”his voice was almost inaudibleā ā€”ā€œone whom they have not calledā ā€”ā€ He halted, half-fearfully, glancing at the globe; put finger to lips and spread himself out upon one of the couches.

ā€œStrike up the bandā€ā ā€”came Oā€™Keefeā€™s voiceā ā€”ā€œhere comes the hero!ā€

He strode into the room. I am bound to say that the admiration in Radorā€™s eyes was reflected in my own, and even, if involuntarily, in Olafā€™s.

ā€œA son of Siyana!ā€ whispered Rador.

He knelt, took from his girdle-pouch a silk-wrapped something, unwound itā ā€”and, still kneeling, drew out a slender poniard of gleaming white metal, hilted with the blue stones; he thrust it into Oā€™Keefeā€™s girdle; then gave him again the rare salute.

ā€œCome,ā€ he ordered and took us to the head of the pathway.

ā€œNow,ā€ he said grimly, ā€œlet the Silent Ones show their powerā ā€”if they still have it!ā€

And with this strange benediction, he turned back.

ā€œFor Godā€™s sake, Larry,ā€ I urged as we approached the house of the priestess, ā€œyouā€™ll be careful!ā€

He noddedā ā€”but I saw with a little deadly pang of apprehension in my heart a puzzled, lurking doubt within his eyes.

As we ascended the serpent steps Marakinoff appeared. He gave a signal to our guardsā ā€”and I wondered what influence the Russian had attained, for promptly, without question, they drew aside. At me he smiled amiably.

ā€œHave you found your friends yet?ā€ he went onā ā€”and now I sensed something deeply sinister in him. ā€œNo! It is too bad! Well, donā€™t give up hope.ā€ He turned to Oā€™Keefe.

ā€œLieutenant, I would like to speak to youā ā€”alone!ā€

ā€œIā€™ve no secrets from Goodwin,ā€ answered Oā€™Keefe.

ā€œSo?ā€ queried Marakinoff, suavely. He bent, whispered to Larry.

The Irishman started, eyed him with a certain shocked incredulity, then turned to me.

ā€œJust a minute, Doc!ā€ he said, and I caught the suspicion of a wink. They drew aside, out of earshot. The Russian talked rapidly. Larry was all attention. Marakinoffā€™s earnestness became intense; Oā€™Keefe interruptedā ā€”appeared to question. Marakinoff glanced at me and as his gaze shifted from Oā€™Keefe, I saw a flame of rage and horror blaze up in the latterā€™s eyes. At last the Irishman appeared to consider gravely; nodded as though he had arrived at some decision, and Marakinoff thrust his hand to him.

And only I could have noticed Larryā€™s shrinking, his microscopic hesitation before he took it, and his involuntary movement, as though to shake off something unclean, when the clasp had ended.

Marakinoff, without another look at me, turned and went quickly within. The guards took their places. I looked at Larry inquiringly.

ā€œDonā€™t ask a thing now, Doc!ā€ he said tensely. ā€œWait till we get home. But weā€™ve got to get damned busy and quickā ā€”Iā€™ll tell you that nowā ā€”ā€

XX The Tempting of Larry

We paused before thick curtains, through which came the faint murmur of many voices. They parted; out came twoā ā€”ushers, I suppose, they wereā ā€”in cuirasses and kilts that reminded me somewhat of chain-mailā ā€”the first armour of any kind here that I had seen. They held open the folds.

The chamber, on whose threshold we stood, was far larger than either anteroom or hall of audience. Not less than three hundred feet long and half that in depth, from end to end of it ran two huge semicircular tables, paralleling each other, divided by a wide aisle, and heaped with flowers, with fruits, with viands unknown to me, and glittering with crystal flagons, beakers, goblets of as many hues as the blooms. On the gay-cushioned couches that flanked the tables, lounging luxuriously, were scores of the fair-haired ruling class and there rose a little buzz of admiration, oddly mixed with a half-startled amaze, as their gaze fell upon Oā€™Keefe in all his silvery magnificence. Everywhere the light-giving globes sent their roseate radiance.

The cuirassed dwarfs led us through the aisle. Within the arc of the inner half-circle was another glittering board, an oval. But of those seated there, facing usā ā€”I had eyes for only oneā ā€”Yolara! She swayed up to greet Oā€™Keefeā ā€”and she was like one of those white lily maids, whose beauty Hoang-Ku, the sage, says made the Gobi first a paradise, and whose lusts later the burned-out desert that it is. She held out hands to Larry, and on her face was passionā ā€”unashamed, unhiding.

She was Circeā ā€”but Circe conquered. Webs of filmiest white clung to the rose-leaf body. Twisted through the corn-silk hair a threaded circlet of pale sapphires shone; but they were pale beside Yolaraā€™s eyes. Oā€™Keefe bent, kissed her hands, something more than mere admiration flaming from him. She sawā ā€”and, smiling, drew him down beside her.

It came to me that of all, only these two, Yolara and Oā€™Keefe, were in whiteā ā€”and I wondered; then with a tightening of nerves ceased to wonder as there enteredā ā€”Lugur! He was all in scarlet, and as he strode forward a silence fell a tense, strained silence.

His gaze turned upon Yolara, rested upon Oā€™Keefe, and instantly his face grewā ā€”dreadfulā ā€”there is no other word than that for it. Marakinoff leaned forward from the centre of the table, near whose end I sat, touched and whispered to him swiftly. With appalling effort the red dwarf controlled himself; he saluted the priestess ironically, I thought; took his place at the further end of the oval. And now I noted that the figures between were the seven of that Council of which the Shining Oneā€™s priestess and Voice were the heads. The tension relaxed, but did not passā ā€”as though a storm-cloud should turn away, but still lurk, threatening.

My gaze ran back. This end of the room was draped with the exquisitely coloured, graceful curtains looped with gorgeous garlands. Between curtains and table, where sat Larry and the nine, a circular platform, perhaps ten yards in diameter, raised itself a few feet above the floor, its gleaming surface half-covered with the luminous petals, fragrant, delicate.

On each side below it, were low carven stools. The curtains parted and softly entered girls bearing their flutes, their harps, the curiously emotion-exciting, octaved drums. They sank into their places.

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