He had never seek Myeerah, though he had heard many stories of her loveliness.

Now he was face to face with the Indian Princess whose fame had been the theme of many an Indian romance, and whose beauty had been sung of in many an Indian song.

The beautiful girl stood erect and fearless.

Her disordered garments, torn and bedraggled and stained from the long ride, ill-concealed the grace of her form.

Her hair rippled from the uncovered head and fell in dusky splendor over her shoulders; her dark eyes shone with a stern and steady fire: her bosom swelled with each deep breath.