Saghaar feels conscious with the radiant sun at his face, burning all the frozen ice out of his numb brains; he is sighing hard with his heart in his mouth.

He is feeling cold as his arms protest in aroused hairs.

He tries to open his eyes but Alas! the darkness has prevailed over his rusty vision.

He shouts and falls unconscious from his cot tasting the bitter depths of an endless night.

After a while; he hears the footsteps approaching, tears are rolling as if trickling drops of dew from his buldged eyeballs.

He calls out, who is that!? (in a stammered tone)

Your new maid, sir! (announces a woman)

Where is my daughter?

She is safe, she...