thereon. The Hesea lifted her hooded head, which seemed to have been sunk upon her breast as though she were overcome by thought or care, and addressed Oros the priest. For in the shelter of those massive walls by comparison there was silence and folk could hear each other speak.
So thou hast brought them safely, my servant,
she said, and I am glad, for to those that know it not this road is fearful. My guests, what say you of the burying-pit of the Children of Hes?
Our faith tells us of a hell, lady,
answered Leo, and I think that yonder cauldron looks like its mouth.
Nay,
she answered, there is no hell, save that which from life to life we fashion for ourselves within the circle of this little star. Leo Vincey, I tell thee that hell is here, aye, here,
and she struck her hand upon her breast, while once more her head drooped forward as though bowed down beneath some load of secret misery.
Thus she stayed awhile, then lifted it and spoke again, saying—
Midnight is past, and much must be done and suffered before the dawn. Aye, the darkness must be turned to light, or perchance the light to eternal darkness.
Royal woman,
she went on, addressing Atene, as is his right, thou hast brought thy dead lord hither for burial in this consecrated place, where the ashes of all who went before him have become fuel for the holy fires. Oros, my priest, summon thou the Accuser and him who makes defence, and let the books be opened that I may pass my judgment on the dead, and call his soul to live again, or pray that from it the breath of life may be withheld.
Priest, I say the Court of Death is open.
