Slay on if thou wilt--thou--hast--conquered." Nehushta had come near.

She trembled now that the fight was over, and looked anxiously to the heavy curtains of the tent-door.
"Tell him," she whispered to Zoroaster, "that you will spare him if he will do no harm to you, nor to me." "Spare him!" echoed Zoroaster scornfully.

"He is almost dead now--why should I spare him ?" "For my sake, beloved," answered Nehushta, with a sudden and passionate gesture of entreaty.

"He is the king--he speaks truth; if he says he will not harm you, trust him." "If I slay thee not, swear thou wilt not harm me nor Nehushta," said Zoroaster, removing one knee from the chest of his adversary.
"By the name of Auramazda," gasped Darius, "I will not harm thee nor her." "It is well," said Zoroaster.

"I will let thee go.