CHAPTER XXXII.
"Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!" Lakla had taken no part in the talk since we had reached her bower.
She had seated herself close to the O'Keefe.

Glancing at her I had seen steal over her face that brooding, listening look that was hers whenever in that mysterious communion with the Three.

It vanished; swiftly she arose; interrupted the Irishman without ceremony.
"Larry darlin'," said the handmaiden.

"The Silent Ones summon us!" "When do we go ?" I asked; Larry's face grew bright with interest.
"The time is now," she said--and hesitated.

"Larry dear, put your arms about me," she faltered, "for there is something cold that catches at my heart--and I am afraid." At his exclamation she gathered herself together; gave a shaky little laugh.
"It's because I love you so that fear has power to plague me," she told him.
Without another word he bent and kissed her; in silence we passed on, his arm still about her girdled waist, golden head and black close together.