He would break her spirit and her body together and fling her into his own zenana to let her gnaw her heart out in suspense.

She should be the least of his women, the drudge.
First, however, the lash should bite the father till he dropped in his chains; thus she would be able to anticipate the pain and degradation.
And always there would remain the little dark-haired sister.

She would marry him; she would do it to save her father and sister.

Then the filigree basket heaped with rubies and pearls and emeralds and sapphires! As for the other, what cared he if he rotted?
It gave him the whip hand over the doddering council.

Master he would be; he would blot out all things which stood in his path.