And before this shrine--for nothing else could it be, I knew--three slender cones raised themselves: one of purest white flame, one of opalescent water, and the third of--moonlight! There was no mistaking them, the height of a tall man each stood--but how water, flame and light were held so evenly, so steadily in their spire-shapes, I could not tell.
Yolara bowed lowly--once, twice, thrice.

She turned to O'Keefe, nor by slightest look or gesture betrayed she knew others were there than he.

The blue eyes wide, searching, unfathomable, she drew close; put white hands on his shoulders, looked down into his very soul.
"My lord," she murmured.

"Now listen well for I, Yolara, give you three things--myself, and the Shining One, and the power that is the Shining One's--yea, and still a fourth thing that is all three--power over all upon that world from whence you came! These, my lord, ye shall have.

I swear it"-- she turned toward the altar--uplifted her arms--"by Siya and by Siyana, and by the flame, by the water, and by the light!"[1] Her eyes grew purple dark.
"Let none dare to take you from me! Nor ye go from me unbidden!" she whispered fiercely.
Then swiftly, still ignoring us, she threw her arms about O'Keefe, pressed her white body to his breast, lips raised, eyes closed, seeking his.