But Lona saw nothing, and I saw but Lona.
"Mother! mother!" she sighed, and her breathing ceased.
I carried her into the court: the sun shone upon a white face, and the pitiful shadow of a ghostly smile.

Her head hung back.

She was "dead as earth." I forgot the Little Ones, forgot the murdering princess, forgot the body in my arms, and wandered away, looking for my Lona.

The doors and windows were crowded with brute-faces jeering at me, but not daring to speak, for they saw the white leopardess behind me, hanging her head close at my heel.

I spurned her with my foot.