Kulun--who will cast your skin under my mares in stall for them to trample and thrust your red flayed body upon a pole in the grain fields to frighten away the crows! Does that answer you ?" Her laughter ceased; her eyes dwelt upon him--filled with an infernal joy.
"The son of Cherkis!" I heard her murmur.

"He has a son--" There was a sneer on the cruel face; clearly he thought her awed.

Quick was his disillusionment.
"Listen, Kulun," she cried.

"I am Norhala--daughter of another Norhala and of Rustum, whom Cherkis tortured and slew.

Now go, you lying spawn of unclean toads--go and tell your father that I, Norhala, am at his gates.