It was a door shutting not far off.
Kaid was coming.

David turned his face towards the room where Foorgat Bey was lying dead.

He lifted his arms with a sudden passionate gesture.
The blood came rushing through his veins again.

His life, which had seemed suspended, was set free; and an exaltation of sorrow, of pain, of action, possessed him.
"I have taken a life, O my God!" he murmured.

"Accept mine in service for this land.