And they are all like us--varyingly." He considered skeptically, I could see, my remark upon our numbers.
"In Muria," he said at last, "the men are like me or like Lugur.

Our women are as you see them--like Yolara or those two who served you." He hesitated.

"And there is a third; but only one." Larry leaned forward eagerly.
"Brown-haired with glints of ruddy bronze, golden-eyed, and lovely as a dream, with long, slender, beautiful hands ?" he cried.
"Where saw you _her_ ?" interrupted the dwarf, starting to his feet.
"Saw her ?" Larry recovered himself.

"Nay, Rador, perhaps, I only dreamed that there was such a woman." "See to it, then, that you tell not your dream to Yolara," said the dwarf grimly.

"For her I meant and her you have pictured is Lakla, the hand-maiden to the Silent Ones, and neither Yolara nor Lugur, nay, nor the Shining One, love her overmuch, stranger." "Does she dwell here ?" Larry's face was alight.
The dwarf hesitated, glanced about him anxiously.
"Nay," he answered, "ask me no more of her." He was silent for a space.