As for ourselves, we followed her movements with a horrible fascination.

Presently, still creeping and crouching like a dog, the _Isanusi_ was before them.

Then she halted and pointed, and again crept on a pace or two.
Suddenly the end came.

With a shriek she sprang in and touched a tall warrior with her forked wand.

Instantly two of his comrades, those standing immediately next to him, seized the doomed man, each by one arm, and advanced with him towards the king.
He did not resist, but we saw that he dragged his limbs as though they were paralysed, and that his fingers, from which the spear had fallen, were limp like those of a man newly dead.
As he came, two of the villainous executioners stepped forward to meet him.