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I remembered that I had carried the sword of Tiburs man intothe chamber of the
High Priest.
Then not soon willanother come shouting that he is Dwayanu!
The
Witch-woman awakened, satsleepily up under the silken tent of her hair. Was
that why your kisses were doubled last night,Lur? The casements were open and
the fragrant air sighedthrough them. We marched down the corridor and at length
turnedinto another.
But I was sure that they had not allbeen dreams. I do not
trust Tibur who, in his stupidity and arrogance,might easily destroy us all.
The Witch-woman awakened, satsleepily up under the silken tent of her hair.
The
High Priest was standing at my side,talking.
I thrust out a hand and swept away
the candles. The colour of its water was pale emerald, and like an emerald
itgleamed, placid, untroubled.
He pressed the side of the table, and the
dooropened.
We cantered up a winding road, and Iheard the creak of the lifting
bridge as we went.
Youthought to make me slave to your will, Lur. The casements
were open and the fragrant air sighedthrough them.
And another matter of which
we can talklater.
The room had an odd aspect of familiarity. She dropped her
head between her hands and gazed at me across thetable. And then I took another
drink and forgot about Jim. She broughtout a locket suspended from a metal
chain. The blood was slowly coming back into her lips and face.
She walked to
the door, opened it and gave an order to a guard. It was shaped like an
arrow-head, its longer shores not more than amile in, length.
It did not lessen
while the trio weredressing me.
The others werebeautifully woven but fresh as
though just from the loom. As we reached the narrow part, I sawthat it was a
causeway, built of stone. The charge struck like a river in spate, rolled over
thedefenders, submerged them. For answer she crossed the room and pulled aside
one of the hangings.
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