Abraham Merritt,
The Conquest of the Moon Pool…
(1919)
“ There were footsteps on the path, and into sight came Rador, but a Rador changed. Gone was every vestige of his mockery; his face all serious, curiously solemn, he saluted O'Keefe and Olaf with that salute which, before this, I had seen given only to Yolara and to Lugur. There came from faraway a swift quickening of the tumult. "The ladala are awake!" he said. "So much for what two brave men can do!" ”
Abraham Merritt,
The Conquest of the Moon Pool…
(1919)
“ She raised the glass to her lips, handed it to him. Half-smiling, half-abstractedly, he took it, touched his own lips where hers had kissed; drained it. A nod from Yolara and the maid refilled his goblet. At once there was a swift transformation in the Irishman. His abstraction vanished; the watchfulness, the sternness fled; his eyes sparkled. He looked upon Yolara with seemingly a new vision; leaned caressingly toward her; whispered. Her blue eyes flashed triumphantly; her chiming laughter rang. She raised her own glass. But within it was not that clear drink that filled Larry's! ”
Abraham Merritt,
The Conquest of the Moon Pool…
(1919)
“ She rose, pointed down upon Larry. "Can't quite make out what you say, Yolara," he muttered thickly. "But say anything you like. I love your voice!" He laughed, glanced at Lugur, now upon his feet, forced calmness gone, volcano-seething. "Don't be such a skeleton at the feast, old dear!" cried O'Keefe. "Everybody's merry and bright here." I turned sick with dread. Yolara's hand stole softly upon the Irishman's curls caressingly. He drew it down; kissed it. "You know the law, Yolara." Lugur's voice was flat, deadly. "You may not mate with other than your own kind. ”
