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The light, a fiber wick burning in a stone cup of oil upon a stone-slab table in the center of the hut, "uttered unsteadily, casting huge and dancing shadows up the black walls

"Oh, irl, and bent above him till the loosened sheaves of her hair swept his face "My love! Only for you, where should I be now? With you, how could I be afraid? And yet--"

She turned at a sound froave upon the plaza, a door, like the other, closed by a heavy curtain platted of seaweed

There, holding the curtain back, stood the blind patriarch His hut, larger than e, boasted two roo, he cahter!" said the old man "Peace be unto you He sleeps?"

"Yes, father He's much better now, I think His constitution is sier are those terrible and wonderful weapons of yours! If our Folk only had such!"

"You're better off without them But of course, if you want to understand them, he can explain thes!"

"I believe that is truth" The patriarch advanced into the roonity "The traditions, I ree matters I shall know them, every one All in time, all in time!"

"Your siirl adave him to ahar plant, ht up fro, nothing"

Caed man sat down upon a curved stone bench that followed the contour of the farther wall Presently he spoke once --tilish speech calls theht me--since the battle And et still other plants for hiain For there is haste now--haste!"

"You mean--Kamrou?"

"Yea, Kamrou! I know the temper of that evil man better than any other He and his boats reat fisheries in the White Gulf beyond the vortex at any tie here, and especially after what Allan's done? After this wonderful victory, I can't believe--"