When his chief eunuch accused her of a guilty love, he had given her paramour and herself to that awful death.

A stroke of the vast paw, a smothered roar as the teeth gave into the neck of the beautiful Fatima, and then--no more.
Fanaticism had caught a note of savage music that tuned it to its height.
"Why art thou here?
For what hast thou come?
Do the spirit voices give thee that counsel ?" he snarled.
"I am come to ask Prince Harrik to repair the wrong he has done.

When the Prince Pasha came to know of thy treason--" Harrik started.

"Kaid believes thy tale of treason ?" he burst out.
"Prince Kaid knows the truth," answered David quietly.

"He might have surrounded this palace with his Nubians, and had thee shot against the palace walls.