King Tarvan sprang out of bed. He was dressed in a loose robe. He opened the door and dashed out rushing towards the concubine's quarters.

He saw little Clarion stiffened on the bed and he carried her. "Call the doctor!!" Tarvan ordered.

"Your highness, my baby is dying, please save her '' the concubine sobbed, she kneeled down before Tarvan and held the hem of his loose robe.

When the doctor came, he shook his head. He asked everyone to step out ...