Now the queen moved.  She raised her ugly head, looking about; then very slowly she crawled to the edge of her throne and slid noiselessly into the water.  Up and down the long tank she swam, turning at the ends as you have seen captive seals turn in their tiny tanks, turning upon their backs and diving below the surface.

Nearer and nearer to the island she came until at last she remained at rest before the largest, which was directly opposite her throne.  Raising her hideous head from the water she fixed her great, round eyes upon the slaves.  They were fat and sleek, for they had been brought from a distant Mahar city where human beings are kept in droves, and bred and fattened, as we breed and fatten beef cattle.

The queen fixed her gaze upon a plump young maiden.  Her victim tried to turn away, hiding her face in her hands and kneeling behind a woman; but the reptile, with unblinking eyes, stared on with such fixity that I could have sworn her vision penetrated the woman, and the girl’s arms to reach at last the very center of her brain.

Slowly the reptile’s head commenced to move to and fro, but the eyes never ceased to bore toward the frightened girl, and then the victim responded.  She turned wide, fear-haunted eyes toward the Mahar queen, slowly she rose to her feet, and then as though dragged by some unseen power she moved as one in a trance straight toward the reptile, her glassy eyes fixed upon those of her captor.  To the water’s edge she came, nor did she even pause, but stepped into the shallows beside the little island.  On she moved toward the Mahar, who now slowly retreated as though leading her victim on.  The water rose to the girl’s knees, and still she advanced, chained by that clammy eye.  Now the water was at her waist; now her armpits.  Her fellows upon the island looked on in horror, helpless to avert her doom in which they saw a forecast of their own.

The Mahar sank now till only the long upper bill and eyes were exposed above the surface of the water, and the girl had advanced until the end of that repulsive beak was but an inch or two from her face, her horror-filled eyes riveted upon those of the reptile.

Now the water passed above the girl’s mouth and nose—­her eyes and forehead all that showed—­yet still she walked on after the retreating Mahar.  The queen’s head slowly disappeared beneath the surface and after it went the eyes of her victim—­only a slow ripple widened toward the shores to mark where the two vanished.

For a time all was silence within the temple.  The slaves were motionless in terror.  The Mahars watched the surface of the water for the reappearance of their queen, and presently at one end of the tank her head rose slowly into view.  She was backing toward the surface, her eyes fixed before her as they had been when she dragged the helpless girl to her doom.