“What was the fellow saying?” asked those icy tones.
AZAD THE TERRIBLE
“If a snake had a voice I feel sure it would be the voice of Azad.”
Azad the Terrible
“That we have this day captured a Moplah chief, O Sire,” was the humble reply, “even now he lies nearby in the shelter of thy tent where he awaits thy pleasure.”
“Produce,” said Azad.
I was lifted and borne into a brighter light. An instant later the sack was pulled from my head. It was a critical moment; now, if ever, was the time for dissimulation. I must pretend that my fainting fit still endured; upon that depended my life. Even a man as unspeakably cruel as Azad finds no satisfaction in torturing an unconscious enemy. There is no pleasure in it.