The child is
hidden. Her arm holds it. A woman stoops above them."
"A woman? Who? Is it like me? Speak! See!"
"A woman. It is like you, mother - it is like you. I fear very
greatly. A knife - a knife! Blood! I cannot see - I cannot
speak! I - I sleep."
His face was ghastly white now, his body cold and collapsed.
Terrified, she caught him to her breast and relaxed the power of
her will upon him. For that moment, she was only the passionate
mother and quaked to think she might have hurt him. An hour
passed and he slept heavily in her arms, and in agony she watched
to see the colour steal back into the olive cheek and white lips.
In the second hour he waked and stretched himself indolently,
yawning like a cat. Her tears dropped like rain upon him as she
clasped him violently to her.
He writhed himself free, petulant and spoilt. "Let me be. I hate
kisses and women's tricks. I want to go forth and play. I have
had a devil's dream.
"What did you see in your dream, prince of my heart?" She caught
frantically at the last chance.
"A deer - a tiger. I have forgotten.
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