“I come because you are to die, Heavenly-Azure Eyes. I bring you your shroud.” And he moved warily westward around the open circle of young pines.
Instantly the girl flung her right arm straight upward.
“Yarghouz!”
“I hear thee, Heavenly Azure.”
“Another step to the west and I shatter thy flask of gas.”
“With what?” he demanded; but stood discreetly motionless.
“With what I grasp in an empty palm. Thou knowest, Yarghouz.”
“I have heard,” he said with smiling uncertainty, “but to hear of force that can be hurled out of an empty palm is one thing, and to see it and feel it is another. I think you lie, Heavenly Azure.”
“So thought Gutchlug. And died of a yellow snake.”
The young man seemed to reflect. Then he looked up at her in his frank, smiling way.