The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 19 Page 45

She whirled on Amochol, flinging back her hair. Her skin was as white us my own!

With a stifled cry Lois sprang to her feet; but I caught her and held her fast.

“Good God!” I whispered to the Sagamore. “Where is Boyd?”

The executioner had risen, and was bending his bow; the Sorceress turned deathly pale but her blue eyes flashed, never swerving from the cruel stare of Amochol.

“Where is Boyd?” I whispered helplessly. “They mean to murder her!”

“Kill that executioner!” panted Lois, struggling in my arms. “In God’s name, slay him where he stands!”

“It means our death,” said the Sagamore.