To-morrow the Queen of the Clouds must be sealed my bride.

Fetch her out, that I may speak with her.
I have come to tell her so." It was a thunderbolt from a clear sky, and it fell with terrible effect on Felix.

For a moment the knife trembled in his grasp with an almost irresistible impulse.

He could hardly restrain himself, as he heard those horrible, incredible words, and saw the loathsome smirk on the speaker's face by which they were accompanied, from leaping then and there at the savage's throat, and plunging his blade to the haft into the vile creature's body.

But by a violent effort he mastered his indignation and wrath for the present.