"Your son--and Queenship here--and Empire of the World." Her voice was rapt, thrilled.

"All this you offer?
Me--Norhala ?" "This and more!" The huge bulk of his body quivered with eagerness.

"If it be your wish, O Queen, I, Cherkis, will step down from the throne for you and sit beneath your right hand, eager to do your bidding." A moment she studied him.
"Norhala," I whispered, "do not do this thing.

He thinks to gain your secrets." "Let my bridegroom stand forth that I may look upon him," called Norhala.
Visibly Cherkis relaxed, as though a strain had been withdrawn.

Between him and his crimson-clad son flashed a glance; it was as though a triumphant devil sped from them into each other's eyes.
I saw Ruth shrink into Ventnor's arms.