"Should
the _Afyo Maie_ ask, say that I am on my way with the strangers even
as she has commanded."
We passed through the lines to the _corial_ standing like a great
shell at the end of the runway leading into the green road.
"Wait you here," he said curtly to the driver. The green dwarf
ascended to his seat, sought the lever and we swept on--on and out
upon the glistening obsidian.
Then Rador faced us and laughed.
"_Larree_," he cried, "I love you for that spirit of yours! And did
you think that Rador would carry to the temple prison a man who would
take the chances of torment upon his own shoulders to save him? Or
you, Goodwin, who saved him from the rotting death? For what did I
take the _corial_ or lift the veil of silence that I might hear what
threatened you--"
He swept the _corial_ to the left, away from the temple approach.
"I am done with Lugur and with Yolara and the Shining One!" cried
Rador. "My hand is for you three and for Lakla and those to whom she
is handmaiden!"
The shell leaped forward; seemed to fly.
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