ysis of Ayesha's motives occurred
to me at the moment of my interview with her; indeed, I only completed
it later after much careful thought, when I found it sound and good. At
that time, although I had inklings, I was too bewildered to form a just
judgment.

Further, I was too angry and it was from this bow of my anger that
I loosed a shaft at a venture as to some lesson which awaited _her_.
Perhaps certain words spoken by the dying Rezu had shaped that shaft. Or
perhaps some shadow of her advancing fate fell upon me.

The success of the shot, however, was remarkable. Evidently it pierced
the joints of her harness, and indeed went home to Ayesha's heart. She
turned pale; all the peach-bloom hues faded from her lovely face, her
great eyes seemed to lessen and grow dull and her cheeks to fall in.
Indeed, for a moment she looked old, very old, quite an aged woman.
Moreover she wept, for I saw two big tears drop upon her white raiment
and I was horrified.

"What has happened to you?" I said, or rather gasped.

"Naught," she answered, "save that thou hast hurt me sore. Dost thou not
know, Allan, that it is cruel to prophesy ill to any, since such words
feathered from Fate's own wing and barbed with venom, fester in the
breast and mayhap bring about their own accomplishment. Most cruel of
all is it when with them are repaid friendship and gentleness."

I reflected to myself--yes, friendship of the order that is called
candid, and gentleness such as is hid in a cat's velvet paw, but
contented myself with asking how it was that she who said she was so
powerful, came to fear anything at all.

"Because as I have told thee, Allan, there is no armour that can turn
the spear of Destiny which, when I heard those words of thine, it seemed
to me, I know not why, was directed by thy hand. Look now on Rezu who
thought himself unconquerable and yet was slain by the black Axe-bearer
and whose bones to-night stay the famine of the jackals. Moreover I am
accursed who sought to steal its servant from Heaven to be my love, and
how know I when and where vengeance will fall at last? Indeed, it has
fallen already on me, who through the long ages amid savages must mourn
widowed and alone, but not all of it--oh! I think, not all."

Then she began to weep in good earnest, and watching her, for the
first time I understood that this glorious creature who seemed to be so
powerful, was after all one of the most miserable of women and as much a