1st US edition

Ayesha held up her hand, in which there was no weapon.

Now she lifted her sceptre and the chant ceased

The tough hide was cut half through

In the full flood of the light... stood the Khania

It was stirring

...tossed her arms, waving the torn, white veil as though it were a signal cast to heaven

As Ayesha passed her, the maddened Khania drew a hidden dagger and struck

At one point she paused and I looked downwards