also, for I saw something. There, in the midst of the dead, I saw an

arm stir. It stirred, it lifted itself, it beckoned towards the shadow

which hid the head of the cleft and the piled-up corpses that lay

there, and it seemed to me that the arm was the arm of Baleka.

Perchance it was not her arm, perchance it was but the arm of one who

yet lived among the thousands of the dead, say you, my father! At the

least, the arm rose at her side, and was ringed with such bracelets as

Baleka wore, and it beckoned from her side, though her cold face