Is that strange?
What fear can there be for her who has the magic charm, who holds sleep in the one hand and death in the other, and between whose brows is set the knowledge of what shall be hereafter?
Can any one harm her?
Has any one the strength to harm her?
Is there anything on earth which she covets and which shall not be hers ?" Though his voice was almost as soft as before, the evil smile flickered again about his drawn lips as he looked into Unorna's face.

He wondered why she did not face him and crush him and force him to sleep with her eyes as he knew she could do.

But he himself was past fear.

He had suffered too much and cared not what chanced to him now.

But she should know that he knew all, if he told her so with his latest breath.