The priest, his soul submerged by the sophistry of his faith, passed from the gloomed cloister to the open sunlight. And Barlow, conscious of his helplessness unless Bootea would now yield to his entreaties and forswear the horrible sacrifice, turned to the girl, his face drawn and haggard, and his voice, when he spoke, vibrating tremulously from the pressure of his despair. He held out his arms, and Bootea threw herself against his breast and sobbed. "Come back to Chunda with me, Gulab," Barlow pleaded. "No, Sahib," she panted, "it cannot be." "But I love you, Bootea," he whispered. "And Bootea loves the Sahib," and her eyes, as she lifted her face, were wonderful. "There," she continued, "the Sahib could not make the _nika_ (marriage) with Bootea, both our souls would be lost. But it is not forbidden,--even if it were and was a sin, all sins will be forgiven Bootea before the sun sets,--and if the Sahib permits it Bootea will wed herself now to the one she loves. Hold me in your arms--tight, lest I die before it is time." And as Barlow pressed the girl to him, fiercely, crushing her almost, she raised her lips to his, and they both drank the long deep draught of love. Then the Gulab drew from his arms and her face was radiant, a soft exultation illumined her eyes. "That is all, Sahib," she said. "Bootea passes now, goes out to _kailas_ in a happy dream. Go, Sahib, and do not remain below for this is so beautiful. You must ride forth in content." She took him by the arm and gently led him to the door. And from without he could hear a chorus of a thousand voices, its burden being, "The _Kurban_!" Barlow turned, one foot in the sunshine and one in the cloister's gloom, and kissed Bootea; and she could feel his hot tears upon her cheek. Once more he pleaded, "Renounce this dreadful sacrifice." But the girl smiled up into his face, saying, "I die happily, husband. Perhaps Indra will permit Bootea to come back in spirit to the Sahib." The High Priest strode to the entrance of the cloister, his eyes holding the abstraction of one moving in another world; he seemed oblivious of the Englishman's presence as he said: "Come forth, ye who seek _kailas_ through Omkar." As Barlow staggered, almost blind, over the stony path from the cloister, he saw the group of sixteen Brahmins, their foreheads and arms carrying the white bars of Siva. Then Bootea was led by the priest down to the cold merciless stone Linga, where she, at a word from the priest, knelt in obeisance, a barbaric outburst of music from horn and drum clamouring a salute. When Bootea arose to her feet the priest tendered her some _mhowa_ spirit in a cocoanut shell, but the girl, disdaining its stimulation, poured it in a libation upon the Linga. From the amphitheatre of the enclosing hills thirty thousand voices rose in one thundering chorus of "Jae, jae, Omkar!" and, "To Omkar the _Kurban_!"