Making a strong effort to control my voice, I called, in a low, clear tone: "Zara! Zara!" No sign--not the faintest flicker of an eyelash! Only the sound of the falling rain and the moaning wind--the thunder had long ago ceased.
Suddenly a something attracted my gaze, which first surprised and then horrified me.

The jewel--the electric stone on Zara's bosom no longer shone! It was like a piece of dull unpolished pebble.

Grasping at the meaning of this, with overwhelming instinctive rapidity, I sprang up and caught the arm of Heliobas.
"You--you!" I whispered hurriedly.

"YOU can restore her! Do as you did with Prince Ivan; you can--you must! That stone she wears--the light has gone out of it.

If that means--and I am sure it does--that life has for a little while gone out of HER, YOU can bring it back.
Quick--Quick! You have the power!" He looked at me with burning grief-haunted eyes; and a sigh that was almost a groan escaped his lips.
"I have NO power," he said.