There was a cruel smile on his lips, but at the same time she was aware, because he had accepted her clairvoyant powers, that the expression in his eyes was different from when they had begun their conversation.
It was then that Perdita knew that she was no longer afraid for herself but for the Marquis and she felt a terror that was like a knife-wound in her heart.
She loved him, she loved him so desperately. He could not die in such a way!
“Have you not realised already,” the Sultan asked, “that for you, having once come here, there is no return? I had intended and I had already arranged that you should fall from the rooftop. You would be shown the view and by some strange mischance you would slip. Your death and that of your husband, when he had sorrowed enough for the loss of his wif
