A low humming arose, changed into a murmur, and then from it I heard Lugur's voice clearly.
"It is to be war then ?" There was a chorus of assent--from the Council, I thought.
"I will take the tall one named--_Larree_." It was the priestess's voice.

"After the three _tal_, you may have him, Lugur, to do with as you will." "No!" it was Lugur's voice again, but with a rasp of anger.

"All must die." "He shall die," again Yolara.

"But I would that first he see Lakla pass--and that she know what is to happen to him." "No!" I started--for this was Marakinoff.

"Now is no time, Yolara, for one's own desires.