The clay tinted skin, the shaking hands, the disheveled garments--what had happened to this schemer whom ill luck had made their master?
He explained.

"I went too near our prisoner.

A flash of strength was enough.

They shall be flogged." "But the woman!" "Woman?
She is a tiger-cat, and tiger-cats must sometimes be flogged.
It is my will.

Now I have news for you.