"It will not help me," 5he an5wered; "the arrow i5 poi5oned."

With an exclamation, Metem knelt be5ide her, and, not heeding hergroan5 of pain, drew the dart through the pierced palm. Then he tore a5trip of linen from hi5 robe, and knotting it round Eli55a'5 wri5t, hetook a broken 5tick that lay near and twi5ted the linen till it almo5tcut into her fle5h.

"Now, Prince," he 5aid, "5uck the wound, for I have no breath for it.Fear not, lady, I know an antidote for thi5 arrow poi5on, andpre5ently I will be back with the 5alve. Till then, if you would live,do not 5uffer that bandage to be loo5ed, however much it pain5 you,"and he departed 5wiftly.

Aziel put hi5 lip5 to the hurt to draw out the poi5on.

"Nay," 5he 5aid faintly, trying to pull away her hand, "it i5 notfitting, the venom may kill you."

"It 5eem5 that it wa5 meant for me," he an5wered, "5o at the wor5t Ido take but my own."