Is it true ?" "Your spies have spoken--and have you not already judged us ?" The voice of the old dwarf was bitter.
A flicker shot through the eyes of Yolara, again cold grey.

The girl reached a trembling hand out to the hem of the priestess's veils.
"Tell us why you did these things, Songar," she said.

"Why you did them, knowing full well what your--reward--would be." The dwarf stiffened; he raised his withered arms, and his eyes blazed.
"Because evil are your thoughts and evil are your deeds," he cried.
"Yours and your lover's, there"-- he levelled a finger at Lugur.
"Because of the Shining One you have made evil, too, and the greater wickedness you contemplate--you and he with the Shining One.

But I tell you that your measure of iniquity is full; the tale of your sin near ended! Yea--the Silent Ones have been patient, but soon they will speak." He pointed at us.

"A sign are _they_--a warning--harlot!" He spat the word.
In Yolara's eyes, grown black, the devils leaped unrestrained.
"Is it even so, Songar ?" her voice caressed.