Manchurian Books

"It is what they wear, Larree," explained Yolara, graciously. "It is
something that came to us from--the Ancient Ones. But we have so
few"--she sighed.
"Such treasures must be two-edged swords, Yolara," commented O'Keefe.
"For how know you that one within them creeps not to you with hand
eager to strike?"
"There is no danger," she said indifferently. "I am the keeper of
them."
She mused for a space, then abruptly:
"And now no more. You two are to appear before the Council at a
certain time--but fear nothing. You, Goodwin, go with Rador about our
city and increase your wisdom. But you, Larree, await me here in my
garden--" she smiled at him, provocatively--maliciously, too. "For
shall not one who has resisted a world of goddesses be given all
chance to worship when at last he finds his own?"
She laughed--whole-heartedly and was gone. And at that moment I liked
Yolara better than ever I had before and--alas--better than ever I
was to in the future.
I noted Rador standing outside the open jade door and started to go,
but O'Keefe caught me by the arm.


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