Oh! it was the heaven-blessed face of Rayel, now bleeding and scarred and ghastly.

I raised his head.

The hair fell away where my hand touched it, and a groan escaped his lips.

I could not speak nor weep nor utter any sound.

A strange calmness came over my spirit and I sat there motionless, bending over him I loved so well, while the crowd of men looked on in silence.