HOURS or years might have passed away, so far as the sufferer was
concerned, when Alroy again returned to self-consciousness. His
eyes slowly opened, he cast around a vacant stare, he was lying
in the cavern of Genthesma. The moon had set, but the morn had not
broken. A single star glittered over the brow of the black mountains.
He faintly moved his limbs; he would have raised his hand to his
bewildered brow, but found that it grasped a sceptre. The memory
of the past returned to him. He tried to rise, and found that he
was reposing in the arms of a human being. He turned his head; he
met the anxious gaze of Jabaster!