Tears sprang into the beauty’s eyes. Not until now did she fully realize how much the man had suffered. She felt that she was responsible for much of Stolburst’s suffering.
“I did not come here to taunt you,” said Zulima.
“Then leave me.”
“Leave you?”
“Yes; I cannot bear to look upon your false face.”
Now a tear stole down the girl’s cheek. Stolburst saw it. He thought she was shamming grief.
“I came here to assure myself that you still lived.”
“Life can never be but a mockery to me, deformed as I am.”
“Yesterday I saw one who will free you,” said the girl.
“Who?”