But her face was deathly pale, and her hands were clasped tightly together. "In one hour, Grecian maid-in one hour," and his voice sank to a deep, hard whisper "you shall die, and nevermore shall your father behold you-nevermore shall Ranadar gaze upon you unless it be in Eblis." And Achmet departed. "Alas, he never has gazed upon me. Ranadar never has seen me, but I have seen him-ah, too often."