That man was my father." "Your father ?" "Ay, Achmet the Astrologer.

Ha! ha! As much an astrologer as you or I.

It was his part of our vengeance--my part was to see it carried out.

I swore, by my dying mother's bedside, to devote my life to that purpose.

Have I not kept my oath ?" She folded her arms and looked at him with a face of devilish malignity.