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"Then they passed--to a far land they had chosen where the Shining One could not go, beyond the Black Precipices of Doul, a green land--""Ireland!" interrupted Larry, with conviction, "I knew it.""Since then time upon time had passed," she went on, unheeding."The people called this place Muria after their sunken land and soon they forgot where had been the passage the _Taithu_ had sealed.The moon king became the Voice of the Dweller and always with the Voice is a woman of the moon king's kin who is its priestess.

"And many have been the journeys upward of the Shining One, through the Moon Pool--returning with still others in its coils.

"And now again has it grown restless, longing for the wider spaces.It has spoken to Yolara and to Lugur even as it did to the dead _Taithu_, promising them dominion.And it has grown stronger, drawing to itself power to go far on the moon stream where it will.Thus was it able to seize your friend, Goodwin, and Olaf's wife and babe--and many more.Yolara and Lugur plan to open way to earth face; to depart with their court and under the Shining One grasp the world!

"And this is the tale the Silent Ones bade me tell you--and it is done."

Breathlessly I had listened to the stupendous epic of a long-lost world.Now I found speech to voice the question ever with me, the thing that lay as close to my heart as did the welfare of Larry, indeed the whole object of my quest--the fate of Throckmartin and those who had passed with him into the Dweller's lair; yes, and of Olaf's wife, too.

"Lakla," I said, "the friend who drew me here and those he loved who went before him--can we not save them?""The Three say no, Goodwin." There was again in her eyes the pity with which she had looked upon Olaf."The Shining One--FEEDS--upon the flame of life itself, setting in its place its own fires and its own will.Its slaves are only shells through which it gleams.Death, say the Three, is the best that can come to them; yet will that be a boon great in-deed."

"But they have souls, _mavourneen_," Larry said to her.

"And they're alive still--in a way.Anyhow, their souls have not gone from them."I caught a hope from his words--sceptic though I am--holding that the existence of soul has never been proved by dependable laboratory methods--for they recalled to me that when I had seen Throckmartin, Edith had been close beside him.

"It was days after his wife was taken, that the Dweller seized Throckmartin," I cried."How, if their wills, their life, were indeed gone, how did they find each other mid all that horde? How did they come together in the Dweller's lair?""I do not know," she answered, slowly."You say they loved--and it is true that love is stronger even than death!""One thing I DON'T understand"--this was Larry again--"is why a girl like you keeps coming out of the black-haired crowd; so frequently and one might say, so regularly, Lakla.

Aren't there ever any red-headed boys--and if they are what becomes of them?""That, Larry, I cannot answer," she said, very frankly.

"There was a pact of some kind; how made or by whom Iknow not.But for long the Murians feared the return of the _Taithu_ and greatly they feared the Three.Even the Shining One feared those who had created it--for a time; and not even now is it eager to face them--THAT I know.Nor are Yolara and Lugur so SURE.It may be that the Three com-manded it: but how or why I know not.I only know that it is true--for here am I and from where else would I have come?""From Ireland," said Larry O'Keefe, promptly."And that's where you're going.For 'tis no place for a girl like you to have been brought up--Lakla; what with people like frogs, and a half-god three quarters devil, and red oceans, an' the only Irish things yourself and the Silent Ones up there, bless their hearts.It's no place for ye, and by the soul of St.Patrick, it's out of it soon ye'll be gettin'!"Larry! Larry! If it had but been true--and I could see Lakla and you beside me now!