have you in your rage stain your hands with their vile blood. But what would you with me, King?
You know well,
he answered thickly. I worship you. I am mad with love of you. When I saw you standing by the broken mast and making prayer, even then upon the edge of doom, my heart melted for you. I say that there is a raging fire in my breast that only you can quench,
and he made as though he would fall upon his knees before me.
I motioned to him to remain seated, and answered,
I remember, King, that you spoke in this same fashion before the storm and that, half in jest, I wrote certain terms upon which I would become your queen, namely, when you could give me rule over all the earth. Wisely, perhaps, to these terms you would not set your seal; indeed you asked me why you should not take me to be your toy, and to that question an answer came to you last night when the ship wallowed water-logged and on her lee you saw the billows spouting on the rocks of Carmel. Also the goddess has told me more of what would chance to you should you dare to lift a hand against her priestess. I tell you that it is horrible, so horrible that I spare you, since if you heard it, you would tremble. What need to talk of such a crime when such a judgment would follow hard upon its heels? So have done, Tenes, and learn that it is my pleasure to return to Egypt in this ship.
Nay, nay!
he cried, I cannot part with you; sooner would I lose my crown. I tell you that if I lost sight of you and hope of you, I should go mad—
Which perchance you may do yet, Tenes,
I replied laughing, if indeed you are not already mad after the fashion of tyrants who for the first time are robbed of that which they desire. You
