In truth, he had heard a voice in the night, but not the voice of a spirit.

It was the voice of Zaida, who, preying upon his superstitious mind--she knew the hallucination which possessed him concerning her he had cast to the lions--and having given the terrible secret to Kaid, whom she had ever loved, would still save Harrik from the sure vengeance which must fall upon him.

Her design had worked, but not as she intended.

She had put a spell of superstition on him, and the end would be accomplished, but not by flight to the desert.
Harrik chose the other way.

He had been a hunter.
He was without fear.