Twisted through the corn-silk hair a threaded circlet of pale sapphires shone; but they were pale beside Yolara's eyes.

O'Keefe bent, kissed her hands, something more than mere admiration flaming from him.

She saw--and, smiling, drew him down beside her.
It came to me that of all, only these two, Yolara and O'Keefe, were in white--and I wondered; then with a tightening of nerves ceased to wonder as there entered--Lugur! He was all in scarlet, and as he strode forward a silence fell a tense, strained silence.
His gaze turned upon Yolara, rested upon O'Keefe, and instantly his face grew--dreadful--there is no other word than that for it.
Marakinoff leaned forward from the centre of the table, near whose end I sat, touched and whispered to him swiftly.

With appalling effort the red dwarf controlled himself; he saluted the priestess ironically, I thought; took his place at the further end of the oval.

And now I noted that the figures between were the seven of that Council of which the Shining One's priestess and Voice were the heads.