She did not move.

In an extremity of terror he snatched a knife, and with a single cut severed a vein in her arm, then taking some of the fluid that remained in the gourd in his hand, he rubbed it roughly upon her brow and throat and heart.

Now Noma's fingers stirred, and now, with horrible contortions and every symptom of agony, life returned to her.

The blood flowed from her wounded arm, slowly at first, then more fast, and lifting her head she spoke.
"Take me hence," she cried, "or I shall go mad; for I have seen and heard things too terrible to be spoken!" "What have you seen and heard ?" he asked, while he cut the thongs which bound her wrists and feet.
"I do not know," Noma answered weeping; "the vision of them passes from me; but all the distances of death were open to my sight; yes, I travelled through the distances of death.

In them I met him who was the king, and he lay cold within me, speaking to my heart; and as he passed from me he looked upon the child which I shall bear and cursed it, and surely accursed it shall be.