From the twisted shoulders a short and sleeveless red tunic fell.Incredibly old the creature was--and by its corded muscles, its sinewy tendons, as incredibly powerful.
It raised within me a half sick revulsion, loathing.But the eyes were not ancient, no.Irisless, lashless, black and brilliant, they blazed out of the face's carven web of wrinkles, intent upon Norhala and filled with a flame of worship.
It threw itself at her feet, prostrate, the inordinately long arms outstretched.
"Mistress!" it whined in a high and curiously unpleasant falsetto."Great lady! Goddess!"She stretched out a sandaled foot, touched one of the black taloned hands, and at the contact I saw a shiver of ecstasy run through the lank body."Yuruk--" she began, and paused, regarding us.
"The goddess speaks! Yuruk hears! The goddess speaks!"It was a chant of adoration.
"Yuruk.Rise.Look upon the strangers."
The creature--and now I knew what it was--writhed, twisted, and hideously apelike crouched upon its haunches, hands knuckling the floor.
By the amazement in the unwinking eyes it was plain that not till now had the eunuch taken cognizance of us.
The amazement fled, was replaced with a black fire of malignancy, of hatred--jealousy.
"Augh!" he snarled; leaped to his feet; thrust an arm toward Ruth.She gave a little cry, cowered against Drake.
"None of that!" He struck down the clutching arm.
"Yuruk!" There was a hint of anger in the bell-toned voice."Yuruk, these belong to me.No harm must come to them.Yuruk--beware!""The goddess commands.Yuruk obeys." If fear quavered in the words, beneath was more than a trace of a sullenness, too, sinister enough.
"That's a nice little playmate for her new playthings,"muttered Drake."If that bird gets the least bit gay--Ishoot him pronto." He gave Ruth a reassuring hug."Cheer up, Ruth.Don't mind that thing.He's something we can handle."Norhala waved a white hand; Yuruk sidled over to one of the curtained ovals and through it, reappearing almost instantly with a huge platter upon which were fruits, and a curdly white liquid in bowls of thick porcelain.
"Eat," she said, as the gnarled black arms placed the platter at our feet.
"Hungry?" asked Drake.Ruth shook her head violently.
"I'm going out for the saddlebags," said Drake."We'll use our own stuff--while it lasts.I'm taking no chances on what the Yuruk lad brings--with all due respect to Norhala's good intentions."He started for the doorway; the eunuch blocked his way.
"We have with us food of our own, Norhala," I explained.
"He goes to get it."
She nodded indifferently; clapped her hands.Yuruk shrank back, and out strode Drake.
"I am weary," sighed Norhala."The way was long.Iwill refresh myself--"
She stretched out a foot toward Yuruk.He knelt, unlaced the turquoise bands, drew off the sandals.Her hands sought her breast, dwelt for an instant there.
Down slipped her silken veils, clingingly, slowly, as though reluctant to unclasp her; whispering they fell from the high and tender breasts, the delicate rounded hips, and clustered about her feet in soft petalings as of some flower of pale amber foam.Out of the calyx of that flower arose the gleaming miracle of her body crowned with glowing glory of her cloudy hair.
Naked she was, yet clothed with an unearthly purity, the purity of the far-flung, serene stars, of the eternal snows upon some calm, high-flung peak, the tranquil, silver dawns of spring; protected by some spell of divinity which chilled and slew the flame of desire.A maiden Ishtar, a virginal Isis; a woman--yet with no more of woman's lure than if she had been some exquisite and breathing statue of mingled ivory and milk of pearls.
So she stood, indifferent to us who gazed upon her, withdrawn, musing, as though she had forgotten us.And that serene indifference, with its entire absence of what we term sex consciousness, revealed to me once more how great was the abyss between us and her.
Slowly she raised her arms, wound the floating tresses into a coronal.I saw Drake enter with the saddlebags;saw them drop from hands relaxing under the shock of this amazing tableau; saw his eyes widen and fill with wonder and half-awed admiration.
Now Norhala stepped out of her fallen robes and moved toward the further wall, Yuruk following.He stooped, raised an ewer of silver and began gently to pour over her shoulders its contents.Again and again he bent and filled the vessel, dipping it into a shallow basin from which came the bubbling and chuckling of a little spring.And again I marveled at the marble smoothness and fineness of her skin on which the caressing water left tiny silvery globules, gemming it.The eunuch slithered to one side, drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; patted her dry with them; threw over her shoulders a silken robe of blue.
Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching with her brother's head upon her knees.
She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her;hesitated as Ruth's face set in a passion of denial.Ashadow of kindness drifted through the wide, mysterious eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked curiously down on Ventnor.
"Bathe," she murmured, and pointed to the pool."And rest.No harm shall come to any of you here.And you--"A hand rested for a moment lightly on the girl's curly head."When you desire it--I will again give you--peace!"She parted the curtains, and the eunuch still following, was hidden beyond them.
