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“You fear to look upon the punishment of Liane?” the voice of the unholy priestess broke in upon my shuddering reverie. “Then you understand why her power is absolute; why she is Mother of Life, and Giver of Death, throughout all Lakos. And now for the word I promised you, a gracious word from one who could be terrible and not gracious, were that her whim.

“It has been in the mind of Liane to extend her power, to make for herself a place in this Supreme Council of which you speak with so much awe and reverence, Commander Hanson. But, by happenchance, another whim has seized her.”

* * * * *

Liane looked up at Hendricks, smilingly, and took one of his hands in hers. It was wonderful how her face softened as he returned, fiercely, the pressure of her soft hands.

“I know it will sound strange to your ears,” she said in a voice almost tender, “but Liane is, after all, a woman, with many, if not all, a woman’s many weaknesses. And while even in his presence Liane will say that her lover was at the beginning looked upon as no more than a tool which might further Liane’s power, he has won now a place in her heart.”

I saw Hendricks tremble as she admitted her love, and that portion of his face which we could see flushed hotly.

“And so, Liane has elected to give up, at least for the present, the place in the Council which she could command. For after all, that would be a remote power, lacking in the elements of physical power which Liane has over these, her people, and in which she has learned to delight.

“So, Commander Hanson, bear to your superiors this word: Liane will permit a production of whatever reasonable amount of temite is desired. She will remain here with her consort, brooking no interference, no changes, no commands from any person or organization. Go, now, and take with you the words of Liane!”

I looked up at her gravely, and shook my head.

“We shall go,” I said, “and we shall take with us your words. But I warn you that the words you have spoken are treason to the universe, in that you have defied the Council!”

Liane leaped from her throne, her scarlet lips drawn back against her white and gleaming teeth. Her eyes, dilated with anger, blazed down upon us almost as hotly as the flame which rose behind her.

“Go! And quickly!” she fairly screamed. “If you have no desire to feel the embrace of the sacred Flame, then go!”

I bowed silently, and motioned to Correy and Kincaide. Swiftly, we made our way down a long aisle, surrounded by motionless figures staring unwinkingly at the column of fire, toward the door by which we had entered this great chamber.

Behind us, I could hear Liane’s clear voice lifted in her own guttural language, as she addressed the multitude.

* * * * *

Safely within the Ertak, we discussed the morning’s adventure over a late luncheon.

“I suppose,” said Kincaide, “there’s nothing left to do but tell Fetter as much as seems wise, to reassure him, and then return to Base to make our report.”

“We’ll come back, if we do,” growled Correy. “And we’ll come back to fight. The Council won’t stand for her attitude.”

“Undoubtedly that’s true,” I admitted. “Still, I believe we should put it up to Base, and through Base to the Council, before doing anything more. Much, if not all, of what she said was perfectly true.”

“It was that,” nodded Kincaide. “There were scores, if not hundreds of doors leading into that big chamber; I imagine it can be reached, underground, from any point on the continent. And those winding passages would be simple to defend from any form of invasion.”