Compassion for all is the command of the Prophet...." Here the Arab was suddenly and roughly interrupted; Paula, who, till now, had been leaning against a pilaster, contemplating the hanging and silently listening to the conversation, hastily stepped nearer to the old man, and with flaming cheeks and flashing eyes pointed at him wrathfully, while she exclaimed in a trembling voice-heedless alike of the astonished and indignant bystanders, and of the little dog which flew at the Arab, barking furiously: "You--you, the followers of the false prophet--you, the companions of the bloodhound Khalid--you and Charity! I know you! I know what you did in Syria.

With these eyes have I seen you, and your bloodthirsty women, and the foam on your raging lips.

Here I stand to bear witness against you and I cast it in your teeth: You broke faith in Damascus, and the victims of your treachery--defenceless women and tender infants as well as men--you killed with the sword or strangled with your hands.

You--you the Apostle of Compassion ?--have you ever heard of Abyla?
You, the friend of your Prophet--I ask you what did you, who so tenderly spare the tree by the wayside, do to the innocent folk of Abyla, whom you fell upon like wolves in a sheepfold?
You--you and Compassionate!" The vehement girl, to whom no one had ever shown any pity, and on whose soul the word had fallen like a mockery, who for long hours had been suffering suppressed and torturing misery, felt it a relief to give free vent to the anguish of her soul; she ended with a hard laugh, and waved her hand round her head as though to disperse a swarm of gadflies.
What a woman! Orion's gaze was fixed on her in horror--but in enchantment.

Yes, his mother had judged her rightly.