And don't forget it.

Hereafter--I'm--in--charge!" By this time we were before our pavilion; and neither of us in a very amiable mood I'm afraid.

Rador was awaiting us with a score of his men.
"Let none pass in here without authority--and let none pass out unless I accompany them," he ordered bruskly.

"Summon one of the swiftest of the _coria_ and have it wait in readiness," he added, as though by afterthought.
But when we had entered and the screens were drawn together his manner changed; all eagerness he questioned us.

Briefly we told him of the happenings at the feast, of Lakla's dramatic interruption, and of what had followed.
"Three _tal_," he said musingly; "three _tal_ the Silent Ones have allowed--and Yolara agreed." He sank back, silent and thoughtful.[1] "_Ja!_" It was Olaf.