"Peace be to thee," he said.
But, seated in his cushions, the haggard, fanatical face of Harrik was turned from him, the black, flaring eyes fixed on vacancy.

The curtain dropped behind David, and through the dim rooms and corridors he passed, the slaves gliding beside him, before him, and behind him, until they reached the great doors.

As they swung open and the cool night breeze blew in his face, a great suspiration of relief passed from him.

What he had set out to do would be accomplished in all.

Harrik would keep his word.