I think that all three of us subconsciously were anxious not to awake the sleeping woman, knowing that if we did so there would be a terrible scene.

Only after motioning to me to stand aside, of course in vain, Harut and Marut drew from their robes curved and cruel-looking knives and bowed, for even now their politeness did not forsake them.

I bowed back and when I straightened myself those enterprising Easterns found that I was covering the heart of Harut with my pistol.

Then with that perception which is part of the mental outfit of the great, they saw that the game was up since I could have shot them both before a knife touched me.
"You have won this time, O Watcher-by-Night," whispered Harut softly, "but another time you will lose.

That beautiful lady belongs to us and the People of the White Kendah, for she is marked with the holy mark of the young moon.