"
Elissa returned no answer, and for a while there was silence.
"Lady," said Ithobal at length, "the sun rises and my servants yonder
await a signal."
Then she spoke like one who hesitates.
"Are you not afraid, king Ithobal, to trust your life to a woman won in
such a fashion?"
"Nay," answered Ithobal, "for though you say that their fate does not
concern you, the lives of all those penned-up thousands are hostages
for my own. Should you by chance find a means to stab me unawares, then
to-night fire and sword would rage through the city of Zimboe. Nor do I
fear the future, since I know well that you who think you hate me now,
very soon will learn to love me."
"You promise, king Ithobal, that if I yield myself you will set the
prince Aziel free; but how can I believe you who twice have tried to
murder him?"
"Doubt me if you will, Elissa, at least, you cannot doubt your own eyes.
Look, his road to the sea runs beneath this rock. Come from the tomb and
take your stand upon it and you shall see him pass; yes, and should you
wish, speak with him in farewell that you may be sure that it is he and
alive. Further, I swear to you by my head and honour, that no finger
shall be laid upon you till he is gone by, and that no pursuit of him
shall be attempted. Now choose."
Again there was silence for a while. Then Elissa spoke in a broken
voice.
"King Ithobal, I have chosen.
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