“I am afraid!” whispered Norhala again. “Afraid — for you!”
Tenderly she looked down upon her, the galaxies of stars in her eyes soft and tremulous.
“I am afraid, little sister,” she whispered for the third time. “Not yet can you go as I do — among the fires.” She hesitated. “Rest here until I return. I shall leave these to guard you and obey you.”
She motioned to the five shapes. They ranged themselves about Ruth. Norhala kissed her upon both brown eyes.
“Sleep till I return,” she murmured.
She swept from the chamber — with never a glance for us three. I heard a little wailing chorus without, fast dying into silence.
Spheres and pyramids twinkled at us, guarding the silken pile whereon Ruth lay asleep — like some enchanted princess.
Beat down upon the blue globe like hollow metal worlds, beaten and shrieking.
The drums of Destiny!
The drums of Doom!
Beating taps for the world of men?
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