Was all passed over in that one wild ride.

With the same swiftness the pursuers rode.

The rider on the gray steed nearest pressed.

“Who is it,” Sia-Manto asked his love,

“That risks his own life and his horse’s thus?”

“’Tis he,” she answered, “from whom thou hast reft

His plighted bride, the maid whom he had loved

A year and longer. Do not blame him, dear;

His heart is broken; he is full of rage.”

He lifted Guje-Zare from the horse,