"Come!" he commanded before I could speak. "The Council has made
decision--and _Larree_ is awaiting you."
"What has been decided?" I panted as we sped along the mosaic path
that led to the house of Yolara. "And why is Larry awaiting me?"
And at his answer I felt my heart pause in its beat and through me
race a wave of mingled panic and eagerness.
"The Shining One dances!" had answered the green dwarf. "And you are
to worship!"
What was this dancing of the Shining One, of which so often he had
spoken?
Whatever my forebodings, Larry evidently had none.
"Great stuff!" he cried, when we had met in the great antechamber now
empty of the dwarfs. "Hope it will be worth seeing--have to be
something damned good, though, to catch me, after what I've seen of
shows at the front," he added.
And remembering, with a little shock of apprehension, that he had no
knowledge of the Dweller beyond my poor description of it--for there
are no words actually to describe what that miracle of interwoven
glory and horror was--I wondered what Larry O'Keefe would say and do
when he did behold it!
Rador began to show impatience.
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