The little world was quiet at last. Only one thing remained to be done--Gor Zan must be slain, quickly. He was too late to stop them. Old Kaliz dropped his upraised arm, and at his signal the four naked under-priests flung the bound body of Gor Zan over the precipice. Ortho heard his friend's thin scream keening away until it dwindled in the distance and the muted roar of the falls boiling at the cliff's bottom floated upward and drowned it.…
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