We must go there to meet our doom." "The amir ?" I asked; "what is that ?" "It is the metropolis," said she.
I was utterly overwhelmed, yet still I tried to console her; but the attempt was vain.
"Oh!" she cried, "you will not understand.

The sacrifice is but a part--it is but the beginning.

Death is terrible; yet it may be endured--if there is only death.

But oh!--oh think!--think of that which comes after--the Mista Kosek!" Now the full meaning flashed upon me, and I saw it all.

In an instant there arose in my mind the awful sacrifice on the pyramid and the unutterable horror of the Mista Kosek.