"I will make you die in the most atrocious agonies," she said finally.
"I am your prisoner," Morhange replied.
"You shall suffer things that you cannot even imagine."
"
I am your prisoner," repeated Morhange in the same sad calm.
Antinea paced the room like a beast in a cage. She advanced toward my companion and, no longer mistress of herself, struck him in the face.
He smiled and caught hold of her, drawing her little wrists together with a strange mixture of force and gentleness.
King Hiram growled. I thought he was about to leap. But the cold eyes of Morhange held him fascinated.
"I will have your comrade killed before your eyes," gasped Antinea.
It seemed to me that Morhange paled, but only for a second. I was overcome by the nobility and insight of his reply.