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A clamour arose from all the chambers; stilled in an instant by a motion of Yolara's hand. She stood silent, regarding O'Keefe with something other now than blind wrath; something half regretful, half beseeching. But the Irishman's control was gone.
"Yolara," -- his voice shook with rage, and he threw caution to the wind -- "now hear _me_. I go where I will and when I will. Here shall we stay until the time she named is come. And then we follow her, whether you will or not. And if any should have thought to stop us -- tell them of that flame that shattered the vase," he added grimly.