"Chunda Lal!" she cried—"Chunda Lal!"
Fo-Hi was close upon her, and she turned striving to elude him.
"Oh, merciful God! Chunda Lal!"
The name burst from her lips in a long frenzied scream. Fo-Hi had seized her!
Grasping her shoulders, he twisted her about so that he could look into her eyes. A low, shuddering cry, died away, and her gaze became set, hypnotically, upon Fo-Hi. He raised one hand, fingers outstretched before her. She swayed slightly.
"Forget!" he said in a deep, guttural voice of command—"forget. I will it. We stand in an empty world, you and I; you, Miska, and I, Fo-Hi, your master."
"My master," she whispered mechanically.
"Your lover."
"My lover."
"You give me your life, to do with as I will."