They stood in silence for minute after minute. In the entrance lobby,with its polished yellowwood floors, an aide-de-camp took their hatsand swords, and led them through to the antechamber. Aboli agreed with him. Hal felt sleep coming over him in waves and it was aneffort to fight it off and keep his eyes from closing.
He dropped the mallet and held up both handsto his face in the attitude of prayer. Here, at theedge of the lagoon, the canopy of leaves overhead was thinner, allowingthe last rays of the mo Aboli was still trying to line up the barrel on Schreuder's elusiveshape. The young man flushedand his hand dropped instinctively to the hilt of the short-bladed dirkthat he wore at his jewelled belt, but Llewellyn said sharply, Vincent! and shook his head.
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