"Do you, Lakla ?" He bent toward her.

She caught the amused glance of Rador; drew herself aside half-haughtily.
"Rador," she said, "is it not time that you and the strong one, Olaf, were setting forth ?" "Truly it is, handmaiden," he answered respectfully enough--yet with a current of laughter under his words.

"But as you know the strong one, Olaf, wished to see his friends here before we were gone--and he comes even now," he added, glancing down the pathway, along which came striding the Norseman.
As he faced us I saw that a transformation had been wrought in him.
Gone was the pitiful seeking, and gone too the just as pitiful hope.
The set face softened as he looked at the Golden Girl and bowed low to her.

He thrust a hand to O'Keefe and to me.
"There is to be battle," he said.

"I go with Rador to call the armies of these frog people.