of me its instrument; remembered also that only thus could I escape the foul hands of Tenes.
I turned to look upon that traitor. He trembled, and trembling tried to seem brave; he laughed, and in the midst of his laughter burst into tears.
Behold the fate of those who would have slain their king! Truly the gods are just,
he said. Now let us fly to the great Ochus and receive from him his royal welcome and reward. Truly the gods are just!
He turned about seeking for Mentor, but Mentor had gone. There remained in that chamber only Beltis the Queen, he, and I, Ayesha. Beltis glided to the door and made it fast. Then she came to Tenes and before he guessed her purpose, snatched the gold-hilted sword from his belt. She stood before him with fierce white face and blazing eyes.
Truly the gods are just,
she repeated in a low and terrible voice. Fool, do you not know what welcome Ochus will give you yonder and what rewards? Hearken! That false Greek, Mentor, told me of these but now, or pitying my lot, he offered me his love and to take me to safety. After I had refused him, he went his way while you stared from the window-place.
What words are these, Woman?
gasped Tenes. Ochus is my ally; Ochus will greet me well who have served him well. Let us be going.
Ochus will greet you thus, O Tenes; I have it from the mouth of Mentor who has it from Ochus himself. Slowly he will cause you, a king, to be beaten to death with rods, which is the fate the Persians give to slaves and traitors. Then he will stuff your body with spices and tie it to the masthead of his ship, that when presently he sails for
