"Give me drink.

I burn!" I felt a thrill of pity; lifted my canteen and walked toward him.
"You of the beard," the merciless chime rang out, "he shall have no water.

But drink he shall have, and soon--drink of fire!" The soldier's fevered eyes rolled toward her, saw and read aright the ruthlessness in the beautiful face.
"Sorceress!" he groaned.

"Cursed spawn of Ahriman!" He spat at her.
The black talons of Yuruk stretched around his throat "Son of unclean dogs!" he whined.

"You dare blaspheme the Goddess!" He snapped the soldier's neck as though it had been a rotten twig.
At the callous cruelty I stood for an instant petrified; I heard Drake swear wildly, saw his pistol flash up.
Norhala struck down his arm.
"Your chance has passed," she said, "and not for THAT shall you slay him." And now Yuruk had cast that body upon the others; the pile was complete.
"Mount!" commanded Norhala, and pointed.