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High overhead, peering through the stalactites, Olear instantly understood the Plutonian's strange power, the Paste of Strange Dreams, a fearsome narcotic of that far swinging dark planet. HIGH OVERHEAD PEERING THROUGH THE STALECTITES O'LIA INSTANTLY UNDERSTOOD THE PLUTONIAN'S STRANGE POWER THE PASTE OF STRANGE DREAMS A FEARSOME NARCOTIC OF THAT FAR SWINGING DARK PLANET
withered hands, so that the uncertain twittering of voices which followed the Plutonian's suggestion subsided. "My children," piped the feeble old voice, "the Black Lord has spoken cunning words, but they are false. It is plain to see that he desires to rule the Green Star, and our welfare does not concern him." "If so it be that the white sap is of great value to the Lords of the Green Star, it is still of no value to us; and if the gifts they bring to us are of no value to them, they are dear to us." The Plutonian sneered. "Dearer than the Paste of Strange Dreams?" A startled hush fell among the assembled Mercurians. They looked guiltily at one another, avoiding the eyes of the Old Wise One. "What is this?" shrilled he, turning furiously to the Plutonian. "Have ye brought the paste of evil to our abode, knowing well the strict proscription of our tribe? Fool! Your death is upon ye!" * * * * * But the Plutonian only grinned and spread his glistening, black hands in a careless gesture. RDS OF THE GREEN STAR THE OLD WISE ONE RAISED HIS WITHERED HANDS SO THAT THE UNCERTAIN TWITTERING OF VOICES WHICH FOLLOWED THE PLUTONIAN SUGGESTION SUBSIDED MY CHILDREN PIPED THE FEEBLE OLD VOICE THE BLACK LORD HAS SPOKEN CUNNING WORDS BUT THEY ARE FALSE IT IS PLAIN TO SEE THAT HE DESIRES TO RULE THE GREEN STAR AND OUR WELFARE DOES NOT CONCERN HIM IF SO IT BE THAT THE WHITE SAP IS OF GREAT VALUE TO THE LORDS OF THE GREEN STAR IT IS STILL OF NO VALUE TO US AND IF THE GIFTS THEY BRING TO US ARE OF NO VALUE TO THEM THEY ARE DEAR TO US THE PLUTONIAN SNEERED DEARER THAN THE PASTE OF STRANGE DREAMS A STARTLED HUSH FELL AMONG THE ASSEMBLED MERCURIANS THEY LOOKED GUILTILY AT ONE ANOTHER AVOIDING THE EYES OF THE OLD WISE ONE WHAT IS THIS SHRILLED HE TURNING FURIOUSLY TO THE PLATONIAN HAVE YE BROUGHT THE PASTE OF EVIL TO OUR ABODE KNOWING WELL THE STRICT PROSCRIPTION OF OUR TRIBE FOOL YOUR DEATH IS UPON YE BUT THE PLUTONIAN ONLY GRINNED AND SPREAD HIS GLISTENING BLACK HANDS IN A CARELESS GESTURE
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