Side by side they walked slowly across the roofs toward the north
edge of the city. Wieroos flapped above them and several times
they passed others walking or sitting upon the roofs. From the
temple still rose the sounds of commotion, now pierced by
occasional shrill screams.

"The murderers are abroad," whispered the girl. "Thus will
another become the tongue of Luata. It is well for us, since it
keeps them too busy to give the time for searching for us.
They think that we cannot escape the city, and they know that
we cannot leave the island--and so do I."

Bradley shook his head. "If there is any way, we will find it,"
he said.

"There is no way," replied the girl.

Bradley made no response, and in silence they continued until the
outer edge of roofs was visible before them. "We are almost
there," he whispered.

The girl felt for his fingers and pressed them. He could feel
hers trembling as he returned the pressure, nor did he relinquish
her hand; and thus they came to the edge of the last roof.

Here they halted and looked about them. To be seen attempting to
descend to the ground below would be to betray the fact that they
were not Wieroos. Bradley wished that their wings were attached
to their bodies by sinew and muscle rather than by ropes of fiber.
A Wieroo was flapping far overhead. Two more stood near a door a