"The blind philosophy of absolute courage," he said admiringly, "but yet futile."
"It served him well many a time," I insisted, "for it gave him the will to attempt the impossible and to succeed. We still live, Nur An; do not forget that—we still live!"
"Make the best of it while you can," said a gruff voice from the corridor, "for it will not long be true."
The speaker entered our dungeon—a warrior of the guard—and with him was a single companion. I wondered how much of our conversation they had overheard, but I was soon reassured, for the very next words of the warrior that had first spoken revealed the fact that they had heard nothing but my assertion that we still lived.
"What did you mean by that," he asked; " 'remember, Nur An, we still live'?"
I pretended not to hear his questi
