"You must bring her to me, Johur; I have much to say to her."
Johur started; he feared evil to the girl, but he dared not disobey. He well knew that his life would be the instant forfeit, and the rocks his grave, where a fellow slave had gone before him.
"She will not come readily with me," said the slave, as the tears ran down his cheeks, and his chest heaved.
"That is for thee to manage. Take Abdulla and Raheem with thee if thou wilt. Else thou knowest what will follow, and that disobedience is death. Go, be wise, and bring her."
"When? master."
"It is late to-day, the evening closes; to-morrow, if you see her, is enough; watch and see."
"I obey," said the man; "your orders are on my head and eyes;" and he withdrew. "But, oh! Zóra! Zóra!" he cried with a bitter cry as he went out, "that it should be I to have to do this deed. I would that I were dead."