Prince Shan stood looking down upon the figure of quondam associate.

There was a leaven of mild wonder in his clear eyes, a faintly contemptuous smile about the corners of his lips.
"So you are afraid of death, my friend," he observed, "afraid of the death you planned so skilfully for me." "It is a lie!" Immelan declared excitedly.

"Sen Lu was never killed by my orders.

Listen! You have nothing against me.

My death can do you no good.