Then, seizing the steel, he
raised it to plunge the still glowing point into Valmond's eyes.
Centuries of doom seemed crowded into that instant of time. Valmond
caught the giant's wrist with both hands, and with a mighty effort
wrenched himself aside. His heart seemed to strain and burst, and just as
he felt the end was come, he heard something crash on the murderer's
skull, and the great creature fell with a gurgling sound, and lay like a
parcel of loose bones across his knees. Valmond raised himself, a
strange, dull wonder on him, for as the weapon smote this lifeless
creature, he had seen another hurl by and strike the opposite wall. A
moment afterwards the dead man was pulled away by Parpon. Trying to rise
he felt blood trickling down his neck, and he turned sick and blind. As
the world slipped away from him, a soft shoulder caught his head, and out
of a vast distance there came to him the wailing cry: "He is dying! my
love! my love!"
Peril and horror had brought to Elise's breast the one being in the world
for her, the face which was etched like a picture upon her eyes and
heart.
Parpon groaned with a strange horror as he dragged the body from Valmond.
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