Her eyes flashed.
"My will against—that other."
A flash of lightning was reflected on the dark walls of the chamber. The thunder rolled in grand sullen echoes down the heavens.
She heard it not.
"What are you waiting for?" she turned to Hormazd.
There was a note of impatience in her tone.
"You are of to-day—yet not of to-day! Not of yesterday, nor to-morrow. To some in time comes love—"
"But to me?"
His voice sank to a frozen silence.
She stood, gazing at him steadily. She was very pale, but the smile of challenge still lingered on her lips.