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Think how awful to awaken with the cruel flames wreathing round my body, and my cries for help useless, deadened by the yells of those people. I cannot I will not die!" Satzavan, deathly white, and with quivering features, drew her shuddering frame closer to him, and led her into the temple. "Leave us for a moment, I implore you," he said, turning to his aunt.
The whole morning she has searched with me for the man, and at last our labor was rewarded. To-morrow Jarima will be under arrest." As the words left his lips, a sudden movement amongst the trees startled them. "I am sure that was some one," Lianor cried, turning pale, and clasping Diniz's arm. Satzavan glided noiselessly away, but soon returned to say no one had passed by.
"Satzavan, my poor brother, you also have come to witness my painful end!" The boy went toward her, and wound his arms around her slim waist, drawing the dark head onto his shoulder. "I would that I could help you," he whispered. "But what can I do among all these fiends?" "It is hard to die thus so hard."
A kind hand-pressure from all, and Sampayo walked quickly away; while Lianor, her heart somewhat lightened by this news, returned to her father's guests with Satzavan. Savitre would have followed, but Panteleone held her back with a few whispered words, and, nothing loth, the little widow sauntered with him through the shady grounds, apart from the rest.
Some distance from the Jew's shop he bade Miriam adieu, promising to call and let her know the result. On reaching Don Garcia's palace Diniz was surprised at the sounds of bright music, mingled with happy voices, that floated on the air. Satzavan was the first to meet him, and he went forward with a welcoming smile. "Where is Lianor?" Diniz asked anxiously, glancing round the deserted halls.
Even at the same moment, Satzavan, a smile of revengeful triumph on his face, wound a thick scarf over Konmia's head, and threw her with remorseless force into the flames, leaving her to meet the fate destined for his sister. Those Indians who had not been taken had fled; so the band was free to wend its way homeward, though nearly half had been killed in the strife.
With a dark shadow on his brow, Diniz followed the young Indian into the spacious grounds, where Lianor, surrounded by many richly-dressed ladies, was sitting. "I cannot speak to her before all those people. Go, Satzavan, and bring her to me."
Lianor smiled tremulously through her tears, and a blush mantled to her cheeks. "You have saved my life. I can never repay you," earnestly. Panteleone, still pale and anxious, now appeared leading the little widow, who seemed overjoyed at her release. She sank down gladly beside Lianor, and then the palanquin was borne away, guarded by Luiz and Panteleone, Satzavan walking behind.
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