"
Then, in his fury, Janees turned, and shouted:
"Come hither, Slaves, and do what I have commanded you."
As he spoke the door burst open, and through it, no longer clad in rags,
but wearing a white robe and head-dress, walked Kepher the Wanderer,
while after him, their red swords in their hands, came savage-looking
chiefs, bearded, blank-faced, round-eyed, with gold chains that clanked
upon their mail, captains of the Desert, men who knew neither fear nor
mercy.
Janees looked and understood. He snatched out his sword, and for a
moment stayed irresolute, while the great men ringed him round and
waited, their eyes fixed on Kepher's face.
"Spare him, Father, if it may be so," said Tua, "since love has made him
mad."
"Too late!" answered Kepher solemnly. "Those who will not accept the
warning of the gods must suffer the vengeance of the gods. Janees, you
who would do violence to a helpless woman, your palace burns, your
city is in my keeping, and the few who stood by you are slain.
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