Another and another Serpent she flung from the Chief, and they began to swarm venomously, answering her no more.  Then Ruark bore witness to his faith, and folded his arms with the grave smile she had known in the desert; and Bhanavar struggled and tussled with the Serpents in fierceness, strangling and tossing them to right and left.  ’Great is Allah!’ cried all present, and the King trembled, for never was sight like that seen, the hall flashing with the Serpents, and a woman-serpent, their Queen, raging to save one from their fury, shrieking at intervals: 

               Never, never shall ye fold,
               Save with me the man I hold.

But now the hiss and scream of the Serpents and the noise of their circling was quickened to a slurred savage sound and they closed on Ruark, and she felt him stifling and that they were relentless.  So in the height of the tempest Bhanavar seized the Jewel in the gold circlet on her brow and cast it from her.  Lo! the Serpents instantly abated their frenzy, and flew all of them to pluck the Jewel, chasing the one that had it in his fangs through the casement, and the hall breathed empty of them.  Then in the silence that was, Bhanavar veiled her face and said to the Chief, ’Pass from the hall while they yet dread me.  No longer am I Queen of Serpents.’

But he replied, ‘Nay! said I not my soul is thine?’

She cried to him, ’Seest thou not the change in me?  I was bound to those Serpents for my beauty, and ’tis gone!  Now am I powerless, hateful to look on, O Ruark my Chief!’

He remained still, saying, ‘What thou hast been thou art.’

She exclaimed, ’O true soul, the light is hateful to me as I to the light; but I will yet save thee to comfort Rukrooth, thy mother.’

So she drew him with her swiftly from the hall of the King ere the King had recovered his voice of command; but now the wrath of the All-powerful was upon her and him!  Surely within an hour from the flight of the Serpents, the slaves and soldiers of Mashalleed laid at his feet two heads that were the heads of Ruark and Bhanavar; and they said, ’O great King, we tracked them to her chamber and through to a passage and a vault hung with black, wherein were two corpses, one in a tomb and one unburied, and we slew them there, clasping each other, O King of the age!’

Mashalleed gazed upon the head of Bhanavar and sighed, for death had made the head again fair with a wondrous beauty, a loveliness never before seen on earth.

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