“Then why do you refuse to grant my wish?”
“I have not refused.”
“Then conduct me to where Stolburst is,” requested the girl.
“Don’t you think Ajeeb would be angry if I did so?”
“Why should he? Am I not of the same faith? There can be none who grieves more for Jobu’s loss than I.”
Ashah really believed this.
“Come,” he said.
The giant conducted Zulima to a room on the top floor and there left her. Zulima saw her old friend stretched upon a lounge, and bound hand and foot.
Stolburst’s cheeks were sunken, and his eyes looked dull. At sight of his visitor color suffused the prisoner’s thin cheeks.
“You here to taunt me?” exclaimed the prisoner bitterly.