'It was the spite of a priest--of Totrasmek, the high priest of Hanuman, who desires me for himself--the dog!' 'No need to curse him for that,' grinned Conan. 'The old hyena has better taste than I thought.' She ignored the bluff compliment. She was regaining her poise swiftly. 'My lover is a--a young Turanian soldier. To spite me, Totrasmek gave him a drug that drove him mad. Tonight he snatched up a sword and came at me to slay me in his madness, but I fled from him into the streets. The negroes seized me and bro…