The pathos of her doom had been a dark memory.
Achmet's voice dropped lower as he answered.

"She lived till the day her sister died.

I never saw her face; but I was sent to bear each day to her door the food she ate and a balass of water; and I did according to my sentence.

Yet I heard her voice.

And once, at last, the day she died, she spoke to me, and said from inside the hut: 'Thy work is done, Achmet.