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"A vine with five flowers!" exclaimed the red dwarf."Was it like this, say?"He thrust forward a long arm.Upon the thumb of the hand was an immense ring, set with a dull-blue stone.

Graven on the face of the jewel was the symbol of the rosy walls of the Moon Chamber that had opened to us their two portals.But cut over the vine were seven circles, one about each of the flowers and two larger ones covering, intersect-ing them.

"This is the same," I said; "but these were not there"--I indicated the circles.

The woman drew a deep breath and looked deep into Lugur's eyes.

"The sign of the Silent Ones!" he half whispered.

It was the woman who first recovered herself.

"The strangers are weary, Lugur," she said."When they are rested they shall show where the rocks opened."I sensed a subtle change in their attitude toward us; a new intentness; a doubt plainly tinged with apprehension.What was it they feared? Why had the symbol of the vine wrought the change? And who or what were the Silent Ones?

Yolara's eyes turned to Olaf, hardened, and grew cold grey.Subconsciously I had noticed that from the first the Norseman had been absorbed in his regard of the pair; had, indeed, never taken his gaze from them; had noticed, too, the priestess dart swift glances toward him.

He returned her scrutiny fearlessly, a touch of contempt in the clear eyes--like a child watching a snake which he did not dread, but whose danger be well knew.

Under that look Yolara stirred impatiently, sensing, Iknow, its meaning.

"Why do you look at me so?" she cried.

An expression of bewilderment passed over Olaf's face.

"I do not understand," he said in English.

I caught a quickly repressed gleam in O'Keefe's eyes.He knew, as I knew, that Olaf must have understood.But did Marakinoff?

Apparently he did not.But why was Olaf feigning igno-rance?

"This man is a sailor from what we call the North," thus Larry haltingly."He is crazed, I think.He tells a strange tale of a something of cold fire that took his wife and babe.

We found him wandering where we were.And because he is strong we brought him with us.That is all, O lady, whose voice is sweeter than the honey of the wild bees!""A shape of cold fire?" she repeated.

"A shape of cold fire that whirled beneath the moon, with the sound of little bells," answered Larry, watching her in-tently.

She looked at Lugur and laughed.

"Then he, too, is fortunate," she said."For he has come to the place of his something of cold fire--and tell him that he shall join his wife and child, in time; that I promise him."Upon the Norseman's face there was no hint of compre-hension, and at that moment I formed an entirely new opin-ion of Olaf's intelligence; for certainly it must have been a prodigious effort of the will, indeed, that enabled him, under-standing, to control himself.

"What does she say?" he asked.

Larry repeated.

"Good!" said Olaf."Good!"

He looked at Yolara with well-assumed gratitude.Lugur, who had been scanning his bulk, drew close.He felt the giant muscles which Huldricksson accommodatingly flexed for him.

"But he shall meet Valdor and Tahola before he sees those kin of his," he laughed mockingly."And if he bests them--for reward--his wife and babe!"

A shudder, quickly repressed, shook the seaman's frame.

The woman bent her supremely beautiful head.

"These two," she said, pointing to the Russian and to me, "seem to be men of learning.They may be useful.As for this man,"--she smiled at Larry--"I would have him explain to me some things." She hesitated."What 'hon-ey of 'e wild bees-s' is." Larry had spoken the words in English, and she was trying to repeat them."As for this man, the sailor, do as you please with him, Lugur; always remembering that Ihave given my word that he shall join that wife and babe of his!" She laughed sweetly, sinisterly."And now--take them, Rador--give them food and drink and let them rest till we shall call them again."She stretched out a hand toward O'Keefe.The Irishman bowed low over it, raised it softly to his lips.There was a vicious hiss from Lugur; but Yolara regarded Larry with eyes now all tender blue.

"You please me," she whispered.

And the face of Lugur grew darker.

We turned to go.The rosy, azure-shot globe at her side suddenly dulled.From it came a faint bell sound as of chimes far away.She bent over it.It vibrated, and then its surface ran with little waves of dull colour; from it came a whisper-ing so low that I could not distinguish the words--if words they were.

She spoke to the red dwarf.

"They have brought the three who blasphemed the Shin-ing One," she said slowly."Now it is in my mind to show these strangers the justice of Lora.What say you, Lugur?"The red dwarf nodded, his eyes sparkling with a malicious anticipation.

The woman spoke again to the globe."Bring them here!"And again it ran swiftly with its film of colours, darkened, and shone rosy once more.From without there came a rustle of many feet upon the rugs.Yolara pressed a slender hand upon the base of the pedestal of the globe beside her.