She laughed. It was like tuned glass tinkling. "Rudra himself
discovered the warp-sheath. I've pulled this tower into another
dimension. He can't harm us because he can't find us! Oh, Travis, my
dear...."
Her hands touched his nose and mouth. Gently she removed the
_celluvalin_, cleansed his cheeks until he stood tan and grim-lipped,
the Clark Travis she first had seen in the pink barrier outside the
calyx chamber.
"Now, Clark Travis ... you may kiss me!"
He stretched out his arms, caught her warm and soft against him, bent
his mouth--
"Charming," sneered a cold voice. "Of the _kovokodans_, this I would
have expected, but you two are from a higher race--"
* * * * *
He stood in the center of the room, tall and lean; his height and
spareness emphasized by the black cloak he pulled about him as though
against the cold. His thin lips sneered. The narrow brows above black
eyes were upraised to form two living insults.