ceased, because none had now the strength to kill, and the people lay

panting in heaps upon the ground, the living and the dead together. I

looked at them, and saw that if they were not allowed to eat and

drink, before day dawned again the most of them would be dead, and I

spoke to the king, for I cared little in that hour if I lived or died;

even my hope of vengeance was forgotten in the sickness of my heart.

"A mourning indeed, O King," I said, "a merry mourning for true-

hearted men, but for wizards a mourning such as they do not love. I