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144 rested a hand upon these flowers, and a door opened. But when we had gone through it and turned, behind us was nothing but unbroken cliff. The door had vanished.” I had taken my cue from von Hetzdorp. If he had eliminated the episode of car and Moon Pool, he had good reason, I had no doubt; and I would be as cautious. And deep within me something cau- tioned me to say nothing of my quest; to stifle all thought of Throckmartin—something that warned, peremptorily, finally, as though it were a message from Throckmartin himself! “A vine with five flowers!’ exclaimed the red dwarf. ‘Was it like this, say?” He thrust forward a long arm. Upon the thumb of the hand was an immense ring, set with a dull blue stone. Graven on the face of the jewel was the symbol of the rosy walls of the Moon Chamber that had opened to us their two portals. But cut over the vine were seven circles, one about each of the flowers and two larger ones covering, inter- secting them. “This is the same,” I said, “but these were not there’—I indicated the circles. The woman drew a deep breath and looked deep into Lugur’s eyes. “The sign of the Silent Ones!” he half whis- pered. It was the woman who first recovered herself. “The strangers are weary, Lugur,”’ she said. “When they are rested they shall show us where the rocks opened.” I SENSED a subtle change in their attitude toward us; a new intentness; a doubt plainly tinged with apprehension. What was it they feared? Why had the symbol of the vine wrought the change? And who or what were the Silent Ones? Yolara’s eyes turned to Olaf, hardened, and grew eold grey. Subconsciously I had noticed that from the first the Norseman had been absorbed in his regard of the pair; had, indeed, never taken his gaze from them; had noticed, too, the priestess dart swift glances toward him. He returned her scrutiny fearlessly, a touch of contempt in the clear eyes—like a child watching a snake which tie did not dread, but whose danger he well knew. Under that look Yolara stirred impatiently, sens- ing, I know, its meaning. “Why do you look at me so?” she cried. An expression of bewilderment passed over Olaf’s face. “T do not understand,” he said in English. I caught a quickly repressed gleam in O’Keefe’s eyes. He knew, as I knew, that Olaf must have understood. But did von Hetzdorp? Apparently he did not. But why was Olaf feign- ing ignorance? “This man is a sailor from what we call the North,” thus Larry haltingly. “He is crazed, I think. He tells a strange tale—of a something of cold fire that took his wife and babe. We found him wandering where we were. And because he is strong we brought him with us. That is all, O lady END OF Part I. AMAZING STORIES whose voice is sweeter than the honey of the wild bees !” “A shape of cold fire?” she repeated. “A shape of cold fire that whirled beneath the moon, with the sound of little bells,’ answered Larry, watching her intently. She looked at Lugur and laughed. “Then he, too, is fortunate,” she said. “For he has come to the place of his something of cold fire —and tell him that he shall join his wife and child, in time; that I promise him.” Upon the Norseman’s face there was no hint of comprehension, and at that moment I formed an entirely new opinion of Olaf’s intelligence; for cer-~ tainly it must have been a prodigious effort of the will, indeed, that enabled him, understanding, to control himself. “What does she say?” he asked. Larry repeated. “Good!” said Olaf. “Good!” He looked at Yolara with well-assumed gratitude. Lugur, who had been scanning his bulk, drew close. He felt the giant muscles which Huldricksson ac- commodatingly flexed for him. “But he shall meet Valdor and Tahola before he sees those kin of his,” he laughed mockingly. “And if he bests them—for reward—his wife and babe!” A shudder, quickly repressed, shook the seaman’s oe The woman bent her supremely beautiful e “These two,” she said, pointe to the German and to me, “seem to be men of learning. They may. be useful. As for this man’”—she smiled at Larry —“I would have him explain to me some things.” She hesitated. “What ‘hon-ey of ’e wild bees-s’ is.” Larry had spoken the words in English, and she was trying to repeat them. “As for this man, the sailor, do as you please with him, Lugur: always remembering that I have given my word that he shall join that wife and babe of his!” She laughed sweetly, sinisterly. ‘And now—take them, Rador ——give them food and drink and let them rest till we shall call them again.” She stretched out a hand toward O’Keefe. The Irishman bowed low over it, raised it softly to his lips. There was a vicious hiss from Lugur: but Yolara regarded Larry with eyes now all tender blue. “You please me,” she whispered. And the face of Lugur grew darker. We turned to go. The rosy, azure-shot globe at her side suddenly dulled. From it came a faint bell sound as of chimes far away. She bent over it. It vibrated, and then its surface ran with little waves of dull color; from it came a whispering so low that I could not distinguish the words—if words they were. She spoke to the red dwarf. “They have brought the three who blasphemed the Shining One,” she sad slowly. “Now it is in my mind to show these strangers the justice of Lora. What say you, Lugur?” The red dwarf nodded, his eyes sparkling with a. malicious anticipation. The woman spoke again to the globe. them here!” “Bring Eomichbooks. com