More cards offered by the bird!
"A thousand baby-hands raised above the waves!
"A tumbling cathedral!
"Bodies piled mountain high!
"Women, children and old men for breastworks!
"A graveyard-ditch a hundred miles long!
"Death lying in wait on the floor of the ocean!
"Fire from the heavens," read Zara, and again and again her shrill voice rang out, recording horrors even more dreadful.
When the bird of ill-omen had offered the last pasteboard, Zara shook my arms with a fierce gesture. "Fiend incarnate, thy name and station!" she yelled.
Probably Wilhelm had been listening. "How dare you touch Fraulein Krupp," he demanded, as, running in, he stepped between me and the sorceress.