Listen, woman," he continued in a savage whisper, and clasping her by the wrist.

"If you are false, I tell you that you shall die horribly, for if the knife and poison fail, I am no charlatan, I have arts.

I can make you turn loathsome to the sight and waste away, I can haunt you at nights so that you may never sleep a wink, save in full sunshine, and I will do it all and more.

If I die, Merytra, we go together.

Now will you swear to be true, will you swear it by the oath of oaths ?" The spy looked about her.