and brought thither at thy command."

So this then was the godlike figure that spoke for divinity!
This arch-murderer was the Caspakian representative of God on Earth!
His blue robe announced him the one and the seeming humility of his
minions the other. For a long minute he glared at Bradley. Then he
began to question him--from whence he came and how, the name and
description of his native country, and a hundred other queries.

"Are you cos-ata-lu?" the creature asked.

Bradley replied that he was and that all his kind were, as well
as every living thing in his part of the world.

"Can you tell me the secret?" asked the creature.

Bradley hesitated and then, thinking to gain time, replied in
the affirmative.

"What is it?" demanded the Wieroo, leaning far forward and
exhibiting every evidence of excited interest.

Bradley leaned forward and whispered: "It is for your ears alone;
I will not divulge it to others, and then only on condition that
you carry me and the girl I saw in the place of the yellow door
near to that of Fosh-bal-soj back to her own country."

The thing rose in wrath, holding one of its swords above its head.

"Who are you to make terms for Him Who Speaks for Luata?"