As to Nadia, she only asked herself how she could save them both, how come to the aid of son and mother. As yet she could only wonder, but she felt instinctively that she must above everything avoid drawing attention upon herself, that she must conceal herself, make herself insignificant. Perhaps she might at least gnaw through the meshes which imprisoned the lion. At any rate if any opportunity was given her she would seize upon it, and sacrifice herself, if need be, for the son of Marfa Strogoff. In the meantime the greater part of the prisoners were passing before the Emir, and as they passed each was obliged to prostrate himself, with his forehead in the dust, in token of servitude. Slavery begins by humiliation. When the unfortunate people were too slow in bending, the rough guards threw them violently to the ground. Alcide Jolivet and his companion could not witness such a sight without feeling indignant. “It is cowardly--let us go,” said Alcide. “No,” answered Blount; “we must see it all.” “See it all!--ah!” cried Alcide, suddenly, grasping his companion’s arm. “What is the matter with you?” asked the latter. “Look, Blount; it is she!” “What she?” “The sister of our traveling companion--alone, and a prisoner! We must save her.” “Calm yourself,” replied Blount coolly. “Any interference on our part in behalf of the young girl would be worse than useless.” Alcide Jolivet, who had been about to rush forward, stopped, and Nadia--who had not perceived them, her features being half hidden by her hair--passed in her turn before the Emir without attracting his attention. However, after Nadia came Marfa Strogoff; and as she did not throw herself quickly in the dust, the guards brutally pushed her. She fell. Her son struggled so violently that the soldiers who were guarding him could scarcely hold him back. But the old woman rose, and they were about to drag her on, when Ogareff interposed, saying, “Let that woman stay!” As to Nadia, she happily regained the crowd of prisoners. Ivan Ogareff had taken no notice of her. Michael was then led before the Emir, and there he remained standing, without casting down his eyes. “Your forehead to the ground!” cried Ogareff. “No!” answered Michael. Two soldiers endeavored to make him bend, but they were themselves laid on the ground by a buffet from the young man’s fist. Ogareff approached Michael. “You shall die!” he said. “I can die,” answered Michael fiercely; “but your traitor’s face, Ivan, will not the less carry forever the infamous brand of the knout.” At this reply Ivan Ogareff became perfectly livid. “Who is this prisoner?” asked the Emir, in a tone of voice terrible from its very calmness. “A Russian spy,” answered Ogareff. In asserting that Michael was a spy he knew that the sentence pronounced against him would be terrible.