From them I rescued a maiden, called Yillah, whom they were carrying captive.

Little more of their history do I know." "Their maledictions ?" exclaimed Borabolla.
"Are they not delirious with suffering ?" I cried.

"They know not what they say." So, moved by all this, he commanded them to be guarded, and conducted within his palisade; and having supplied them with cheer, entered into earnest discourse.

Yet all the while, the pale strangers on me fixed their eyes; deep, dry, crater-like hollows, lurid with flames, reflected from the fear-frozen glacier, my soul.
But though their hatred appalled, spite of that spell, again the sweet dream of Yillah stole over me, with all the mysterious things by her narrated, but left unexplained.

And now, before me were those who might reveal the lost maiden's whole history, previous to the fatal affray.
Thus impelled, I besought them to disclose what they knew.
But, "Where now is your Yillah ?" they cried.