She only let fall her veil, folded her arms upon her breast, and waited.

But Asti, mocking him, cried in a loud voice, that he might hear above the howling of the hurricane without: "Call your women, King, for the air is full of sand that chokes my throat, and I long for the water which you promise me." Then, in his fury, Janees turned, and shouted: "Come hither, Slaves, and do what I have commanded you." As he spoke the door burst open, and through it, no longer clad in rags, but wearing a white robe and head-dress, walked Kepher the Wanderer, while after him, their red swords in their hands, came savage-looking chiefs, bearded, blank-faced, round-eyed, with gold chains that clanked upon their mail, captains of the Desert, men who knew neither fear nor mercy.
Janees looked and understood.

He snatched out his sword, and for a moment stayed irresolute, while the great men ringed him round and waited, their eyes fixed on Kepher's face.
"Spare him, Father, if it may be so," said Tua, "since love has made him mad." "Too late!" answered Kepher solemnly.

"Those who will not accept the warning of the gods must suffer the vengeance of the gods.

Janees, you who would do violence to a helpless woman, your palace burns, your city is in my keeping, and the few who stood by you are slain.