“All my life,” replied Bulan truthfully.
“It is strange,” she mused. “I cannot understand it. But the monsters—how is it that they followed you and obeyed your commands?”
Bulan touched the bull whip that hung at his side.
“Von Horn taught them to obey this,” he said.
“He used that upon them?” cried the girl in horror.
“It was the only way,” said Bulan. “They were almost brainless—they could understand nothing else, for they could not reason.”
Virginia shuddered.
“Where are they now—the balance of them?” she asked.
“They are dead, poor things,” he replied, sadly. “Poor, hideous, unloved, unloving monsters—they gave up their lives for the daughter of the man who made them the awful, repulsive creatures that they were.”
“What do you mean?” cried the girl.