Her close-pressed lips were already contracting beneath the touch of death.

With her unbound hair streaming around her, and her head resting amid the folds of the blood-red banner, all her life now centred in her eyes, those black eyes glittering in her white face.

Silvere sobbed.

The glance of those big sorrowful eyes filled him with distress.

He read in them bitter, immense regret for life.