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Merritt, Abraham, 1884-1943

"The Moon Pool"

Is it true?"
"Your spies have spoken--and have you not already judged us?" The
voice of the old dwarf was bitter.
A flicker shot through the eyes of Yolara, again cold grey. The girl
reached a trembling hand out to the hem of the priestess's veils.
"Tell us why you did these things, Songar," she said. "Why you did
them, knowing full well what your--reward--would be."
The dwarf stiffened; he raised his withered arms, and his eyes blazed.
"Because evil are your thoughts and evil are your deeds," he cried.
"Yours and your lover's, there"--he levelled a finger at Lugur.
"Because of the Shining One you have made evil, too, and the greater
wickedness you contemplate--you and he with the Shining One. But I
tell you that your measure of iniquity is full; the tale of your sin
near ended! Yea--the Silent Ones have been patient, but soon they will
speak." He pointed at us. "A sign are _they_--a warning--harlot!" He
spat the word.
In Yolara's eyes, grown black, the devils leaped unrestrained.


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