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Chapter 14. The Justice Of Lora
AS I LOOKED at her the man arose and made his way round the table toward us. For the
first time my eyes took in Lugur. A few inches taller than the green dwarf, he was far
broader, more filled with the suggestion of appalling strength.
The tremendous shoulders were four feet wide if an inch, tapering down to mighty
thewed thighs. The muscles of his chest stood out beneath his tunic of red. Around his
forehead shone a chaplet of bright-blue stones, sparkling among the thick curls of his
Upon his face pride and ambition were written large-and power still larger. All the
mockery, the malice, the hint of callous indifference that I had noted in the other dwarfish
men were there, too--but intensified, touched with the satanic.
The woman spoke again.
"Who are you strangers, and how came you here?" She turned to Rador. "Or is it that they
do not understand our tongue?"
"One understands and speaks it--but very badly, O Yolara," answered the green dwarf.
"Speak, then, that one of you," she commanded.
But it was Marakinoff who found his voice first, and I marvelled at the fluency, so much
greater than mine, with which he spoke.
"We came for different purposes. I to seek knowledge of a kind; he"--pointing to me "of
another. This man"--he looked at Olaf--"to find a wife and child."
The grey-blue eyes had been regarding O'Keefe steadily and with plainly increasing
"And why did YOU come?" she asked him. "Nay--I would have him speak for himself, if
he can," she stilled Marakinoff peremptorily.
When Larry spoke it was haltingly, in the tongue that was strange to him, searching for
the proper words.
"I came to help these men--and because something I could not then understand called me,
O lady, whose eyes are like forest pools at dawn," he answered; and even in the
unfamiliar words there was a touch of the Irish brogue, and little merry lights danced in
the eyes Larry had so apostrophized.