He cast himself at her feet, writhing, moaning, imploring.

She looked at one of the great Shapes; something of command passed from her, something it understood plainly.
The star slipped forward--there was an almost imperceptible movement of its side points.

The twitching form of the black seemed to leap up from the floor, to throw itself like a bag upon the mound of the dead.
Norhala threw up her hands.

Out of the violet ovals beneath the upper tips of the Things spurted streams of blue flame.

They fell upon Yuruk and splashed over him upon the heap of the slain.