Teach us.

Lead us.
Return, and throned above your people rule the world!" He ceased.

Over the battlements, over the city, dropped a vast expectant silence--as though the city knew its fate was hanging upon the balance.
"No! No!" It was Ruth crying.

"Do not trust him, Norhala! It's a trap! He shamed me--he tortured--" Cherkis half turned; before he swung about I saw a hell shadow darken his face.

Ventnor's hand thrust out, covered Ruth's mouth, choking her crying.
"Your son"-- Norhala spoke swiftly; and back flashed the cruel face of Cherkis, devouring her with his eyes.