He greeted his guests with warmth and unaffected heartiness, and all present were, I could see, at once fascinated by the dignity of his presence and the charm of his manner.

To an uninstructed eye there was nothing unusual about him; but to me there was a change in his expression which, as it were, warned and startled me.

A deep shadow of anxiety in his eyes made them look more sombre and less keen; his smile was not so sweet as it was stern, and there was an undefinable SOMETHING in his very bearing that suggested--what?
Defiance?
Yes, defiance; and it was this which, when I had realized it, curiously alarmed me.

For what had he, Heliobas, to do with even the thought of defiance?
Did not all his power come from the knowledge of the necessity of obedience to the spiritual powers within and without?
Quick as light the words spoken to me by Aztul regarding him came back to my remembrance: "Even as he is my Beloved, so let him not fail to hear my voice." What if he SHOULD fail?
A kind of instinct came upon me that some immediate danger of this threatened him, and I braced myself up to a firm determination, that, if this was so, I, out of my deep gratitude to him, would do my utmost best to warn him in time.

While these thoughts possessed me, the hum of gay conversation went on, and Zara's bright laughter ever and again broke like music on the air.