“And through the sleeping silence his feet must track the tune,

When the world is barred and speckled with silver of the moon⁠—”

“And through the sleeping silence his feet must track the tune, When the world is barred and speckled with silver of the moon⁠—”

He stood, swaying, for a moment, and then, laughing, let the priestess have her way; drained again the glass.

And now my heart was cold, indeed⁠—for what hope was there left with Larry mad, wild drunk!

The silence was unbroken⁠—elfin women and dwarfs glancing furtively at each other. But now Yolara arose, face set, eyes flashing grey.