circle of your crimes. Where the son went, there let the mother follow!
Now in madness, or in rage, or in terror, he lifted the sword and was about to do the deed, when I stepped between him and her. Loosing the veil I wore I threw it over her head, and turning, said to Tenes,
Now, King, touch her who is hid in the veil of Isis if you dare. Of Isis I think you have learned something on a certain ship when the breakers called for you off Carmel, yes, of Isis and her prophetess. Know then that she who could save can also slay, and give you over to such dreams as came to you, Tenes, at midnight by a bed in yonder room. Aye, she can slay, and swiftly. Strike then through the Veil of Isis and learn whether her prophetess speaks truth.
He looked at me; he looked at Beltis standing still and ghostlike beneath the veil. Then he cast down the sword and fled.
When he had gone I went to the door and shot its bolt. I returned, I lifted the veil from about that queen.
Who and what are you?
she asked, that can brave Tenes in his palace and save one whom he would slay, though for that I thank you not. So little do I thank you that—
And she stooped to
grasp the sword.
Moving swiftly as a swallow flies, I flitted between her and it. Before her fingers could touch it, I had snatched it away who understood her purpose.
Be seated, Lady, and listen,
I said.
She sank into a chair and, resting her head upon her hand, regarded me with a cold and curious look.
Queen,
I went on, I am one whom Heaven
