At these words the woman raised her head, her eyes like those of a furious she-wolf seemed to glow with green fire, her tresses curled like serpents round her bosom. She said not a word, but her tightly clenched teeth kept back a whole hell of dumb fury.
At that moment the Vizier returned.
Azrael at once put on a smile. Hassan could not see what was seething in her heart.
Yffim approached the Pasha confidentially.
"Does the Sultan know of thy disaster?"
"He has heard it since."
"It would be as well to send me with gifts to the Porte."
"Ask not that honour for thyself, Yffim; learn, rather, that whomsoever I send to Stambul now is as good as sent to Paradise. The Sultan's wrath is kindled, and he can only quench it with blood."
All the blood quitted Yffim's own face.
"Then thou hast thy fears, my master?"