Well, after all, she thought, what did it matter if she died? This wretched life would be over.
Only——
Only what?
Yes, she avowed it to herself; she longed to see Uros' fond face once more before dying. With her hand locked in his, her eyes gazing upon him, death would have almost been bliss.
With a repressed and painful yearning, her lover's name at last escaped her lips.
Radonic, who had been snoring as if he was about to suffocate, uttered a kind of snorting sound, then he started and woke with a fearful curse on his lips.
Milena, shuddering, uttered a half-stifled cry.
"What is the matter?" she asked.
"Nothing, I was only dreaming. I thought that a young sailor, whom I once crippled with a kick, had gripped me by my neck, and was choking me."
"It must have been the morina" (the nightmare) "sitting on you," and Milena crossed herself.