Robert E. Howard
The People of the Black Circle
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(Prabhat Prakashan April 27, 2019)
The king of Vendhya was dying. Through the hot; stifling night the temple gongs boomed and the conchs roared. Their clamor was a faint echo in the gold-domed chamber where Bunda Chand struggled on the velvet-cushioned dais. Beads of sweat glistened on his dark skin; his fingers twisted the gold-worked fabric beneath him. He was young; no spear had touched him; no poison lurked in his wine. But his veins stood out like blue cords on his temples; and his eyes dilated with the nearness of death. Trembling slave-girls knelt at the foot of the dais; and leaning down to him; watching him with passionate intensity; was his sister; the Devi Yasmina. With her was the wazam; a noble grown old in the royal court.
She threw up her head in a gusty gesture of wrath and despair as the thunder of the distant drums reached her ears.