"Yuruk--" she began, and paused, regarding us.
"The goddess speaks! Yuruk hears! The goddess speaks!" It was a chant of adoration.
"Yuruk.

Rise.

Look upon the strangers." The creature--and now I knew what it was--writhed, twisted, and hideously apelike crouched upon its haunches, hands knuckling the floor.
By the amazement in the unwinking eyes it was plain that not till now had the eunuch taken cognizance of us.

The amazement fled, was replaced with a black fire of malignancy, of hatred--jealousy.
"Augh!" he snarled; leaped to his feet; thrust an arm toward Ruth.

She gave a little cry, cowered against Drake.
"None of that!" He struck down the clutching arm.
"Yuruk!" There was a hint of anger in the bell-toned voice.