"My Kit!" cried Winnie, squeezing her adored sister's hand.
The arena was cleared, and the doors to the lions' dens were opened.
The great maned African lions stood for a moment blinking in the
sunshine. One of them roared out his displeasure, and saw the two
women. Then all of them loped toward what they supposed were to be
their victims.
That night in the bazaars they said that Umballa was warring in the
face of the gods. The erstwhile white queen of the yellow hair was
truly a great magician. For did she not cause the earth to open up and
swallow her sister and herself?