“‘What now?’ cried the exasperated prince as he fixed his eyes, vivid with rage at the unwelcome interruption, upon the miserable creature.
“In reply the woman raised her shriveled hand, with a gesture that was not without its weird impressiveness, and pointed to his apartments.
“‘Speak!’ he demanded with a modification of his intensity, which he perceived deprived the waiting-woman of the power of speech.
“‘A messenger,’ she croaked, ‘from the palace of the moghul; he must speak with thee at once.’
“With one long glance of such concentrated determination that it caused the beautiful girl to tremble anew, the prince vanished through the portal and hastened along the passageway.
“Scarcely had he departed when the demeanor of the waiting-woman underwent a startling transformation.
“An incredible degree of energy quickened in the recoil of her bent form to a disproportionate erectness of stature.
“Beneath level, unwavering lids, her eyes emitted gleams which had pierced the retreating figure with deadly viciousness had they been poniards.
“The servile vanished, the abject; and she stood, the silent embodiment of evil, restrained purpose.
“The next instant, with an angry gesture that was vaguely significant of future requital and present impotence, the vindictive creature swept aside the curtains and re-entered the room leading to the apartment occupied by Lal Lu.