"So, I have found you at last, my dove!"
She uttered a startled cry and looked up to see the great form of Amulon towering above her. His eyes glowed like fires in the dark.
"Come!" he coaxed. "How these arms have ached for you!"
"Let me go!" she cried fiercely, struggling, like a frightened bird in his grasp.
"Fight away, my pretty. My, how tigerish we are! I faith, I believe that is why I love you!"
"I shall cry for help."
"Who is there to hear you?"
"I shall expose you to the king."
"He will not believe you."
"Then Alma shall intercede in my behalf."