Then, after delivering his message, the purple emissary violently pushed Clarine away and she fell heavily on the cold and unclean ground. For an instant, as motionless as a statue, Miron looked at Clarine lying on the ground, losing the blood that impregnated the infected ground, he was so affected that he no longer knew which feeling he felt or which one dominated in him. Then to accomplish what he intended to do, he silenced them and looked at the emissary with an inexpressive face. Besides, he saw the latter, who did not yet understand the terrible danger to which he had exposed himself with lamentable ignorance, holding in his murderer's hand the cursed dagger, a weapon of repulsive beauty, with a rare metal handle engraved with strange letters and coloured stones, spreading to the sh
