Where, hellkites, is my girl? My sword your lust shall stay?”
VIII.
He scrambled to his feet, then to his knees
Fell weakly; but with sword convulsive grasped,
And energy tremendous, Nial sees
Him drag his body o’er the floor, which rasped
His blade in dire excitement, while he gasped
With nostril panting. Nial’s hand in vain
His movement bars, till Isabel is clasped
In her wild father’s arms, who shrieks amain,