One stung with fangs and the other with words.
"She is dead, and to-morrow your father dies." The disheveled appearance of the man did not in her eyes confirm this.
Indeed, the longer she gazed at him the more strongly convinced she became that he was lying.

But wisely she maintained her silence.
"Dead," he repeated.

"Within a week you shall be my wife.

You know.
They have told you.

I want money, and by all the gods of Hind, yours shall be the hand to give it to me.