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СКАЧАТЬ made a gesture of caution, relapsed into sullen silence. There were footsteps on the path, and into sight came Rador — but a Rador changed. Gone was every vestige of his mockery; curiously solemn, he saluted O’Keefe and Olaf with that salute which, before this, I had seen given only to Yolara and to Lugur. There came a swift quickening of the tumult — died away. He shrugged mighty shoulders.

      “The ladala are awake!” he said. “So much for what two brave men can do!” He paused thoughtfully. “Bones and dust jostle not each other for place against the grave wall!” he added oddly. “But if bones and dust have revealed to them that they still — live —”

      He stopped abruptly, eyes seeking the globe that bore and sent forth speech. ²

      “The Afyo Maie has sent me to watch over you till she summons you,” he announced clearly. “There is to be a — feast. You, Larree, you Goodwin, are to come. I remain here with — Olaf.”

      “No harm to him!” broke in O’Keefe sharply. Rador touched his heart, his eyes.

      “By the Ancient Ones, and by my love for you, and by what you twain did before the Shining One — I swear it!” he whispered.

      Rador clapped palms; a soldier came round the path, in his grip a long flat box of polished wood. The green dwarf took it, dismissed him, threw open the lid.

      “Here is your apparel for the feast, Larree,” he said, pointing to the contents.

      O’Keefe stared, reached down and drew out a white, shimmering, softly metallic, long-sleeved tunic, a broad, silvery girdle, leg swathings of the same argent material, and sandals that seemed to be cut out from silver. He made a quick gesture of angry dissent.

      “Nay, Larree!” muttered the dwarf. “Wear them — I counsel it — I pray it — ask me not why,” he went on swiftly, looking again at the globe.

      O’Keefe, as I, was impressed by his earnestness. The dwarf made a curiously expressive pleading gesture. O’Keefe abruptly took the garments; passed into the room of the fountain.

      “The Shining One dances not again?” I asked.

      “No,” he said. “No”— he hesitate —“it is the usual feast that follows the sacrament! Lugur — and Double Tongue, who came with you, will be there,” he added slowly.

      “Lugur —” I gasped in astonishment. “After what happened — he will be there?”

      “Perhaps because of what happened, Goodwin, my friend,” he answered — his eyes again full of malice; “and there will be others — friends of Yolara — friends of Lugur — and perhaps another”— his voice was almost inaudible —“one whom they have not called —” He halted, half-fearfully, glancing at the globe; put finger to lips and spread himself out upon one of the couches.

      “Strike up the band”— came O’Keefe’s voice —“here comes the hero!”

      He strode into the room. I am bound to say that the admiration in Rador’s eyes was reflected in my own, and even, if involuntarily, in Olaf’s.

      “A son of Siyana!” whispered Rador.

      He knelt, took from his girdle-pouch a silk-wrapped something, unwound it — and, still kneeling, drew out a slender poniard of gleaming white metal, hilted with the blue stones; he thrust it into O’Keefe’s girdle; then gave him again the rare salute.

      “Come,” he ordered and took us to the head of the pathway.

      “Now,” he said grimly, “let the Silent Ones show their power — if they still have it!”

      And with this strange benediction, be turned back.

      “For God’s sake, Larry,” I urged as we approached the house of the priestess, “you’ll be careful!”

      He nodded — 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 guards — and I wondered what influence the Russian had attained, for promptly, without question, they drew aside. At me he smiled amiably.

      “Have you found your friends yet?” he went on — and now I sensed something deeply sinister in him. “No! It is too bad! Well, don’t give up hope.” He turned to O’Keefe.

      “Lieutenant, I would like to speak to you — alone!”

      “I’ve no secrets from Goodwin,” answered O’Keefe.

      “So?” queried Marakinoff, suavely. He bent, whispered to Larry.

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

      “Just a minute, Doc!” he said, and I caught the suspicion of a wink. They drew aside, out of ear-shot. The Russian talked rapidly. Larry was all attention. Marakinoff’s earnestness became intense; O’Keefe interrupted — appeared to question. Marakinoff glanced at me and as his gaze shifted from O’Keefe, I saw a flame of rage and horror blaze up in the latter’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 Larry’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.

      “Don’t ask a thing now, Doc!” he said tensely. “Wait till we get home. But we’ve got to get damned busy and quick — I’ll tell you that now —”

      1. I have no space here even to outline the eschatology of this people, nor to catalogue their pantheon. Siya and Siyana typified worldly love. Their ritual was, however, singularly free from those degrading elements usually found in love-cults. Priests and priestesses of all cults dwelt in the immense seven-terraced structure, of which the jet amphitheatre was the water side. The symbol, icon, representation, of Siya and Siyana — the globe and the up-striving figures — typified earthly love, feet bound to earth, but eyes among the stars. Hell or heaven I never heard formulated, nor their equivalents; unless that existence in the Shining One’s domain could serve for either. Over all this was Thanaroa, remote; unheeding, but still maker and ruler of all — an absentee First Cause personified! Thanaroa seemed to be the one article of belief in the creed of the soldiers — Rador, with his reverence for the Ancient Ones, was an exception. Whatever there was, indeed, of high, truly religious impulse among the Murians, this far, High God had. I found this exceedingly interesting, because it had long been my theory — to put the matter in the shape of a geometrical formula — that the real attractiveness of gods to man increases uniformly according to the square of their distance — W. T. G.

      2. I find that I have neglected to explain the working of these interesting mechanisms that were telephonic, dictaphonic, telegraphic in one. I must assume that my readers are familiar with the receiving apparatus of wireless telegraphy, which must be “tuned” by the operator until its own vibratory quality is in exact harmony with the vibrations — the extremely rapid impacts — of those short electric wavelengths we call СКАЧАТЬ