Giving her life for mine, she had made mine worse than worthless.

My sword fell for a moment from my hand, retained only by the wrist-knot, as I placed her gently and tenderly on the ground, resting against the stone which had enabled her to effect the sacrifice I as little desired as deserved.

Then, grasping my weapon again, and shouting instinctively the war-cry of another world, I sprang into the midst of the enemy.

At the same moment, "_Ent an Clazinta_" (To me the Zinta), cried the Chief behind; and having rallied the broken ranks, even before the sight of Eveena's fall had inspired reckless fury in the place of panic confusion, he led on the Zveltau, the spear in hand elevated over their heads, and pointed at the unprotected faces of the enemy.

Exposed to the cold steel or its Martial equivalent, the latter, as I had predicted, broke at once.