"You know that I speak what is so. The woman will die, if not by her own hand, from unhappiness."
Timur looked sadly from the embrasure.
"It may be. But death is slow in coming to the young, O Man-from-the-Outside. Before she dies the Kha Rakcha will bear Gela a son. That is the wish of Bassalor Danek."
Gray's lips tightened grimly.
"Is that a just reward for coming over the desert to find the Wusun and lighten their captivity?"
"It is fate."
"If it comes to pass the White Spirit will never leave Sungan, but will die here. Will you lay that black fate upon her?"
"Will she not be kept here, if she does not marry Gela?"
Gray looked up hotly. "The Kha Rakcha is not a subject of Bassalor Danek. She is a servant of a mightier king——"
Timur raised his hand.