They spoke lies, so I slew them.

Show me Nehushta, the daughter of the kings of Judah." "I am thy servant.

The princess is at hand," answered Zoroaster; but as he spoke, he turned pale to the lips.
By this time it had grown dark, and the moon, just past the full, had not yet risen from behind the mound of the fortress.

The slaves brought torches of mingled wax and fir-gum, and their black figures shone strangely in the red glare, as they pressed toward the door of Nehushta's tent, lighting the way for the king.
Darius strode quickly forward, his gilded harness clanging as he walked, the strong flaring light illuminating his bold dark features.

Under the striped curtain, drawn up to form the entrance of the tent, stood Nehushta.