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Kit, beautiful Kit! Oh, they would not, could not let her die! And

she had coloith fairy stories!

One of the leopards in the treasury corridors roared, and Winnie

crouched into her cushions What were they going to do to her? For

she understood perfectly that she was only a prisoner and that the

crownat all so far as authority was concerned She was

indeed the veriest puppet What with Ahmed's disclosures and Kathlyn's

advice she knew that she was nothing more than a helpless pawn in this

oriental gaht be reain She heard the slip-slip of sandals In the

corridor, a key turn in the lock The door opened, and in the diht she saw U her "What a certain

dungeon holds!" still eddied through the current of his thoughts

Money, money! He needed it; it was the only barrier between hian to see Money, baskets and bags of it,

and he dared not go near May the fires of hell burn eternally in the

bones of these greedy soldiers, his only hope!

His body ached; liquid fire seemed to have taken the place of blood in

his veins His back and shoulders were a un butt, driven, harried, cursed--he, Durga Raun butt in the

hands of a low caste! He had not only been beaten; he had been