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A second time she was awakened on the breast of Almeryl by a dream of the Serpents of the Lake Karatis the lake of the Jewel; and she stood up, and there was in the street a hum of voices, and she saw there before the house armed men with naked steel in their hands.
One came, one only, and that one would not move from her to sling himself about the neck of Mashalleed, but whirled round her, hissing: Every hour a serpent dies, Till we have the sacrifice: Sweeten, sweeten, with thy kiss, Quick! a soul for Karatis. Surely the King bit his breath, marvelling, and his fury became an awful fear, and he fell back from her, molesting her no further.
A second time she was awakened on the breast of Almeryl by a dream of the Serpents of the Lake Karatis the lake of the Jewel; and she stood up, and there was in the street a hum of voices, and she saw there before the house armed men with naked steel in their hands.
So she sped the serpent to the Lake Karatis, and called her women to her, and went to an inner room, and drew an outer robe and a vest over that she had on, and passed the Vizier, and said, 'Art thou not rejoiced in thy bride, O Aswarak? 'Twas a wondrous clemency, hers! Now but four more days and thou claimest her.
She squeezed that hairy serpent till her finger-points whitened in his neck, and he dropped lifelessly, crying: Treble-tongues and things of mud! Sprang my beauty from his blood? And the Serpents rose erect, replying: Yearly one of us must die; Yearly for us dieth one; Else the Queen an ugly lie Lives till all our lives be done! Bhanavar stood up, and hurried them to Karatis.
So she sped the serpent to the Lake Karatis, and called her women to her, and went to an inner room, and drew an outer robe and a vest over that she had on, and passed the Vizier, and said, 'Art thou not rejoiced in thy bride, O Aswarak? 'Twas a wondrous clemency, hers! Now but four more days and thou claimest her.
One came, one only, and that one would not move from her to sling himself about the neck of Mashalleed, but whirled round her, hissing: Every hour a serpent dies, Till we have the sacrifice: Sweeten, sweeten, with thy kiss, Quick! a soul for Karatis. Surely the King bit his breath, marvelling, and his fury became an awful fear, and he fell back from her, molesting her no further.
She squeezed that hairy serpent till her finger-points whitened in his neck, and he dropped lifelessly, crying: Treble-tongues and things of mud! Sprang my beauty from his blood? And the Serpents rose erect, replying: Yearly one of us must die; Yearly for us dieth one; Else the Queen an ugly lie Lives till all our lives be done! Bhanavar stood up, and hurried them to Karatis.
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