must prepare for some outburst of the man's passion and took counsel with myself. What it was does not matter because of that which followed.
Already he had begun, for the words, O most beauteous!
had passed his lips when the door burst open and through it came a noble-looking woman. She was tall, dark, and handsome with swift-glancing, tragic eyes, as I knew at once, a Jewess, since I had seen others like her in Jerusalem. She glanced at me as though wondering what my veil hid, and advancing, stood before Tenes. He had not heard her come or seen her, his mind being full of other matters and his back toward the doorway. At the sound of her feet he turned and, coming face to face with her, stepped backward three paces with a frightened face and uttering some Phoenician curse.
Have you returned so soon, Beltis?
he asked. What has brought you here before the appointed time?
My heart, O Tenes, king and husband. Yonder in Jerusalem a prophet of Jehovah said words to me that caused me to return and swiftly. Tell me, Tenes, where is our son? On my path to this chamber I passed through those where he should be and found him not. All I found was his nurse weeping; aye, so choked with tears that she could not answer my question. Where is our son, Tenes?
Now he cast his eyes about him like one who finds himself in a snare, and answered thickly,
Alas! Lady, the gods have taken our son.
She gasped and clasped her hands upon her heart, saying, or rather moaning,
How did they take him, Husband?
He looked through the window-place at the hideous brazen image dulled with heat and blackened
