Then suddenly a pinnacle from the temple fell upon it, grinding it to powder. This was the end of Moloch, since, although Sidon, as I have learned, was rebuilt in the after years, never more was sacrifice made to that devil within its walls. This at least I, Ayesha, brought to pass—the end of the worship of Moloch at Sidon.
We passed through my sleeping-chamber, and as we went I seized the cabinet of priceless gems that Tenes from time to time had heaped upon me, since these were sworn to Isis and no goddess loves to be robbed of her offerings. At the back of the chamber was a passage leading to a door by which a lighted lamp had been set in readiness. At this door stood a man whom I knew for one of the Jewish servants sworn to the service of Beltis.
You are late, royal Lady,
he exclaimed. So late that I was about to flee, for look, the palace burns beneath us,
and he pointed to little wreaths of smoke that forced themselves up between the boards of the flooring of the bedchamber that we had passed.
Late, but not too late,
she answered. The King detained us and has gone another way. You have his orders and here is his ring,
and she pointed to the royal signet upon my hand. Obey it and lead on.
The man held up the lantern and glanced at the ring. Then he bowed and beckoned to us to follow him.
We went down passages, long passages with many turnings, and at length came to another door which he opened with a key. Passing it, we found ourselves in a vaulted place beneath which was water, where floated the royal barge, the same in which I had been rowed to the shore of Sidon. Oarsmen
