"Lakla will not return unless I carry to her these men as evidence of our good faith.

Come--we will speak to Yolara and she shall judge you--" He started away--but Serku caught his arm.
"No, Rador, no!" he whispered, again panic-stricken.

"Go you--as you will.

But bring her back! Speed, Rador!" He sprang toward the entrance.

"I lift the Shadow--" Into the green dwarf's poise crept a curious, almost a listening, alertness.