This is my word, Yolara!" "Even so," she answered quietly, "my lord!" I saw Marakinoff stare at O'Keefe with a new and curiously speculative interest.

Lugur's eyes grew hellish; he raised his arms as though to strike her.

Larry's pistol prodded him rudely enough.
"No rough stuff now, kid!" said O'Keefe in English.

The red dwarf quivered, turned--caught a robe from a priest standing by, and threw it over himself.

The _ladala_, shouting, gesticulating, fighting with the soldiers, were jostling down from the tiers of jet.
"Come!" commanded Yolara--her eyes rested upon Larry.