For when those flames have bitten, both grief and joy take flight--"
Again Yolara tried to draw him down beside her; and once more he
gripped her hand. His eyes grew fixed--he crooned:
"And through the sleeping silence his feet must track the tune,
When the world is barred and speckled with silver of the moon--"
He stood, swaying, for a moment, and then, laughing, let the priestess
have her way; drained again the glass.
And now my heart was cold, indeed--for what hope was there left with
Larry mad, wild drunk!
The silence was unbroken--elfin women and dwarfs glancing furtively at
each other. But now Yolara arose, face set, eyes flashing grey.
"Hear you, the Council, and you, Lugur--and all who are here!" she
cried. "Now I, the priestess of the Shining One, take, as is my right,
my mate. And this is he!" She pointed down upon Larry. He glanced up
at her.
"Can't quite make out what you say, Yolara," he muttered thickly.
"But say anything--you like--I love your voice!"
I turned sick with dread.
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