'I took the Lady of the Night by the White Queen's bed, and on my breast the dagger broke.' 'Who is on my side ?' cried Sorais, shaking her silver spear, for she saw that public sympathy was turning against her.

'What, Bougwan, thou comest not ?' she said, addressing Good, who was standing close to her, in a low, concentrated voice.

'Thou pale-souled fool, for a reward thou shalt eat out thy heart with love of me and not be satisfied, and thou mightest have been my husband and a king! At least I hold _thee_ in chains that cannot be broken.
'_War! War! War!_' she cried.

'Here, with my hand upon the sacred stone that shall endure, so runs the prophecy, till the Zu-Vendi set their necks beneath an alien yoke, I declare war to the end.

Who follows Sorais of the Night to victory and honour ?' Instantly the whole concourse began to break up in indescribable confusion.