“My lord,” she murmured. “Now listen well for I, Yolara, give you three things⁠—myself, and the Shining One, and the power that is the Shining One’s⁠—yea, and still a fourth thing that is all three⁠—power over all upon that world from whence you came! These, my lord, ye shall have. I swear it”⁠—she turned toward the altar⁠—uplifted her arms⁠—“by Siya and by Siyana, and by the flame, by the water, and by the light!” 5

Her eyes grew purple dark.

“Let none dare to take you from me! Nor ye go from me unbidden!” she whispered fiercely.

Then swiftly, still ignoring us, she threw her arms about O’Keefe, pressed her white body to his breast, lips raised, eyes closed, seeking his. O’Keefe’s arms tightened around her, his head dropped lips seeking, finding hers⁠—passionately! From Olaf came a deep indrawn breath that was almost a groan. But not in my heart could I find blame for the Irishman!