"She is seeing with Norhala's eyes--feeling what Norhala feels.

It's not going well with--That--out there.

If we dared leave Ruth--could only, see--" Ruth leaped to her feet; cried out--a golden bugling that might have been Norhala's own wrathful trumpet notes.

Instantly the two pyramids flamed open, became two gleaming stars that bathed her in violet radiance.

Beneath their upper tips I saw the blasting ovals glitter--menacingly.
The girl glared at us--more brilliant grew the glittering ovals as though their lightnings trembled on their lips.
"Ruth!" called Ventnor softly.
A shadow softened the intolerable, hard brilliancy of the brown eyes.