“The moon was nearly full when last I saw it. But I know not how long ago that was. I know not how long I have been in this accursed palace, or how long I lay in that dungeon where Nakari threw me. The time of full moon may be past, and — oh merciful God! — Marylin may be dead already.”
“Tonight is the Moon of Skulls,” muttered the other; “I heard one of my jailers speak of it.”
Kane gripped the dying man’s shoulder with unconscious force.
“If you hate Nakari or love mankind, in God’s name tell me how to save the child.”
“Love mankind?” the priest laughed insanely. “What has a son of Atlantis and a priest of forgotten Golgor to do with love? What are mortals but food for the jaws of the black gods? Softer girls than your Mara have died screaming beneath these hands and my heart was as
