For a Zamboulan dancer to blush would be an impossibility, but a smolder of anger mingled with the fear in Zabibi's dilated eyes. 'Fat pig! You know I did not come here for love of you.' 'No,' laughed Totrasmek, 'you came like a fool, creeping through the night with a stupid barbarian to cut my throat. Why should you seek my life?' 'You know why!' she cried, knowing the futility of trying to dissemble. 'You are thinking of your lover,' he laughed. 'The fact that you are here seeking my life shows that he quaffed th…