at her heart, but death would not deliver her.
Yes, there may be bitterer things than death itself, and there are.
4.
The sharp rock had branded Antar's brow as with the brand of Cain; and, when the stunned man once more came to himself, a strange and misty vision met his gaze. As though pictured in the darkness, he saw again the scene of the previous night's revelry and music. The striped hangings and gorgeous tapestries were there, and Damma was there, too; but at her side, instead of himself, was a youthful figure that seemed curiously familiar to Antar. The light curls of a boyish head wantoned on Damma's shoulder, and her red lips were raining passionate kisses upon the face of Arvah!
With a jealous cry Antar sprang up, and sought to tear away the vision; but it eluded him; and, even as he gazed, he heard out of the darkness Damma's well-known voice confessing to her boy-love
