“Because he is pledged to me,” replied Yolara, all the devils that were hers in her face. “Because he wooed me! Because he is mine!”

“That is a lie!” The handmaiden’s voice shook with rage. “It is a lie! But here and now he shall choose, Yolara. And if you he choose, you and he shall go forth from here unmolested⁠—for Yolara, it is his happiness that I most desire, and if you are that happiness⁠—you shall go together. And now, Larry, choose!”

Swiftly she stepped beside the priestess; swiftly wrenched the last shreds of the hiding robes from her.

There they stood⁠—Yolara with but the filmiest net of gauze about her wonderful body; gleaming flesh shining through it; serpent woman⁠—and wonderful, too, beyond the dreams even of Phidias⁠—and hellfire glowing from the purple eyes.