It was wrong, doubtless, but no common curiosity over-mastered me, who had my share in all this story.

More, it was foolish, but illness and wonder had killed my reason.
Yes, she saw me watching them, and such fury seemed to take hold of her that I thought my hour had come.
"Man, have you dared---- ?" she said in an intense whisper, and snatching at her girdle.

Now in her hand shone a knife, and I knew that it was destined for my heart.

Then in this sore danger my wit came back to me and as she advanced I stretched out my shaking hand, saying--"Oh! of your pity, give me to drink.

The fever burns me, it burns," and I looked round like one bewildered who sees not, repeating, "Give me drink, you who are called Guardian," and I fell back exhausted.
She stopped like a hawk in its stoop, and swiftly sheathed the dagger.
Then taking a bowl of milk that stood on a table near her, she held it to my lips, searching my face the while with her flaming eyes, for indeed passion, rage, and fear had lit them till they seemed to flame.
I drank the milk in great gulps, though never in my life did I find it more hard to swallow.
"You tremble," she said; "have dreams haunted you ?" "Aye, friend," I answered, "dreams of that fearsome precipice and of the last leap." "Aught else ?" she asked.
"Nay; is it not enough?
Oh! what a journey to have taken to befriend a queen." "To befriend a queen," she repeated puzzled.