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I twisted my head; saw that he too
was caught in this grip of the invisible. But his face was calm, even
amused.
"Keep cool, Doc!" he said. "Remember--she wants to learn the
language!"
Now from Yolara burst chime upon chime of mocking laughter. She gave
a command--the hands loosened, the poniard withdrew from my heart;
suddenly as I had been caught I was free--and unpleasantly weak and
shaky.
"Have you _that_ in Ireland, Larree!" cried the priestess--and once
more trembled with laughter.
"A good play, Yolara." His voice was as calm as his face. "But they
did that in Ireland even before Dalua piped away his first man's
shadow. And in Goodwin's land they make ships--coria that go on
water--so you can pass by them and see only sea and sky; and those
water coria are each of them many times greater than this whole palace
of yours."
But the priestess laughed on.
"It did get me a little," whispered Larry. "That wasn't quite up to
my mark. But God! If we could find that trick out and take it back
with us!"
"Not so, Larree!" Yolara gasped, through her laughter.


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