With you I should live for a few sweet joms, and with you I should die; so go on--kill the athalebs if you wish." "Do not!" cried Almah--"do not! There is no hope.

We are their prisoners, and our only hope is in submission." Upon this all further thought of resistance left me, and I stood in silence, stolidly waiting for their action.

As I looked around I noticed a movement near the jantannin, and saw several athalebs there, which were devouring its flesh.

I now went over to Almah and spoke with her.

We were both full of despair.