“Now I will explain,” said Ithobal.  “This is a method of punishment that I have borrowed from those followers of Baal who worship the sun, by means of which Baal claims his own sacrifice, and none are guilty of the victim’s blood.  You see yonder crystal—­well, at any appointed hour, for it can be hung as you will, the rays of the sun shining through it cause the fibres of the grass rope to smoke and smoulder till at length they part and—­Baal takes his sacrifice.  Should a cloud hide the sun at the appointed hour, then, Baal having spared him, the victim is set free.  But, as you will note, at this season of the year there are no clouds.

“What, Prince, have you nothing to say?” he went on, for Aziel had listened in silence to the tale of this devilish device.  “Well, learn that it depends upon the lady Elissa yonder whether or not this fate shall be yours.  Send now and pray her to save you.  Think what it will be to hang as at this moment your servant hangs over that yawning gulf of space, waiting through the long hours till at last you see the little wreaths of smoke begin to curl from the tinder of the cord.  Why! before the end found them I have known men go mad, and, like wolves, tear with their teeth at the wooden bars.

“You will not.  Then, Metem, do you plead for your friend.  Bid the Baaltis look forth at one hour before noon and see the sight of yonder wretch’s death, remembering that to-morrow this fate shall be her lover’s unless she foregoes her purpose of self-murder and gives herself to me.  Nay, no words! an escort shall lead you through the lower city to the gateway of the tomb and there listen to your speech.  See that it does not fail you, merchant, unless you also seek to hang in yonder cage.  Tell the lady Elissa that to-morrow at sunrise I will come in person for her answer.  If she yields, then the prince and his companions shall be set free and with you, Metem, to guide them, be mounted on swift camels to carry them unharmed to their retinue beyond the mountains.  But if she will not yield, then—­Baal shall take his sacrifice.  Begone.”

So, having no choice, Metem bowed and went, leaving the caged Aziel upon the edge of the cliff, and the Hebrew soldier hanging from the spur of rock.

Now Aziel roused himself from the horror in which his soul was sunk, and strove to comfort his doomed comrade, praying with him to Heaven.

Slowly as they prayed, the hours drew on till at length, upon the opposite cliff, he saw men whom he knew to be Metem and his escort, approach the mouth of the tomb, and faintly heard him call through the bars of the gateway.  Turning himself in his cage, Aziel glanced at the rope, and watched the spot of light born from the burning glass of the crystal creep to its side.

Now the fatal moment was at hand, and Aziel saw a little wreath of smoke rise in the still air and bade his wretched servant close his eyes.  Then came the end.  Suddenly the taut rope, eaten through by the sun’s fire, flew back and the cage with the soldier in it vanished from his sight, while, from far below, rose the sound of a heavy fall, and from the tomb of Baaltis rang the echo of a woman’s shriek.