“Come quickly, Kezia dear, we must get to the Springs at once. Darling child, why didn’t you fly with father and mother, where you would be safe from all danger? My wife, my love, forgive me for not going with you while I could escape. I see it is wicked King Pootana and his fierce tribe, who worship the goddess Kali, otherwise known as Devi or Durga, the Hindu goddess of destruction, and consort of Siva.” Persus took the spy’s new sword and ran to the head of the army, he and his men killing one-third of the enemy’s men. Devi whispered to Pootana to kill Persus and steal Kezia. King Pootana saw the lovely bride in the distance and sent his men to capture her. She was caught and carried to their king, fainting as they took her. Persus fought like mad. Pootana’s men outnumbered his ten to one. Pootana took lovely Kezia for his own bride. This cruel, ugly, black Indian held the fair Egyptian bride in his arms, then told Persus he had won a sweet, handsome, white bride as well as his father’s gold. Persus was permitted to kiss Kezia good-bye. As the young husband held his bride in his arms, he quickly reached for his dagger—he always carried one,—and plunged it in Kezia’s soft white breast. She fell forward and died in her husband’s arms without a pain—there was a wonderful poison on the dagger that killed instantly. Doctor Persus had discovered this strange poison in a flower of the forest. The king reached for the dagger—not knowing it was poisoned—and the Doctor thrust it through his heart, the black king died at his feet. The revengeful black god Siva and his Hindu goddess Kali now influenced the minds of the rest of the king’s tribe to take the Doctor prisoner. The men obeyed Siva, also carried all the gold and jewels they could find in his home away. Later the tribe marched with Persus to Mandavee. The men gave the Prince of Mandavee part of the gold and jewels to put our poor Doctor in a narrow cell half filled with dirty water from the Arabian sea,—this was against the laws of India, all men had a right to protect their family and property. Our poor, good, innocent Doctor was taken a prisoner on his own land trying to protect his wife. Our forlorn Doctor was cold, ill and hungry; slaves would abuse him shamefully when he would ask for food and water. Later Terah, the priest, came to the prison; he had walked all the way disguised as a slave. They cast him in the same cell, or little dungeon, and then told the poor Hindu to starve to death with his master, not knowing he was a priest of high caste. Terah took from his breast a bag of dates and nuts and bottle of wine. Persus ate and drank a little, and handed it back to the dear, kind priest.