Whatever it had been that Marakinoff had said, clearly it now filled his mind--even to the exclusion of the wondrous woman beside him.

His eyes were stern, cold--and now and then, as he turned them toward the Russian, filled with a curious speculation.

Yolara watched him, frowned, gave a low order to the Hebe behind her.
The girl disappeared, entered again with a ewer that seemed cut of amber.

The priestess poured from it into Larry's glass a clear liquid that shook with tiny sparkles of light.

She raised the glass to her lips, handed it to him.