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"I swear by Zeus she shall be treated as if she were my own dear sister," was his reply. "It is well. I can trust you; but mu! mu! it is hard, it is hard! I love her like my own eyes! Isis preserve her dear life!" And so at last Artemisia, having cried out all her first burst of grief, was beginning to smile once more. "And now, oh! makaira," said Agias, "I must go away for just a little while.
“Ah, kyria; pardon the word, it’s overcold; makaira, I’d say more gladly,” Democrates was marvellously at his ease despite her frowns, “your noble father will take nothing amiss if I ask you to sit again that we may talk together.” “I do not think so.” Hermione drew herself up at full height. But Democrates deliberately placed himself in the path up the hillside.
The magistrates and admirals went to the house of Athena. The last incense smoked before the image. The bucklers hanging on the temple wall were taken down by Cimon and the other young patricians. The statue was reverently lifted, wound in fine linen, and borne swiftly to the fleet. “Come, makaira!” called Hermippus, entering his house to summon his daughter.
Makaira 400 White copper rods. 4. Bakimboko 100 Bars. 5. Yampai 850 White copper rods, also some rum, goats, membo, &c. &c. The Yampai is the only class of Egbo men that are allowed to sit in council.
The words shook out of him like water from a well-filled flask. Demetrius relaxed his hold. A whole flood of conflicting emotions was displayed upon his manly face. He turned to Artemisia. "Makaira! dearest! don't you know me?" he cried, holding outstretched his mighty arms. "I am afraid!" sobbed poor Artemisia in dismay. "Come!"
Glaucon stood on the easternmost pinnacle of the Rock, watching the landscape. “Joy, makaira, joy,” he cried, “we possess one another. We dwell in ‘violet-crowned Athens’; for what else dare we to pray?” But Hermione pointed less pleased toward the crest of Pentelicus. “Behold it! How swiftly yonder gray cloud comes on a rushing wind! It will cover the brightness. The omen is bad.”
Ought not any woman to bless Hera who gave her so noble, so eloquent, a husband as Democrates—pious, rich, trusted by the greatest, and with the best of worldly prospects? “If you truly desire any other worthy man, makaira,” said Hermippus, once, “you shall not find me obstinate. Can a loving father say more? But if you are simply resolved never to marry, I will give you to him despite your will.
“Is your friend,” corrected Hermione, thinking only of her husband, “for I have won no pentathlon.” “Ah, makaira, dearest and best,” he answered, looking not on the glorious citadel but on her face, “could I have won the parsley wreath had there been no better wreath awaiting me at Eleusis? And to-day I am gladdest of the glad.
“Why bad, makaira?” “The cloud is the Persian. He hangs to-day as a thunder-cloud above Athens and Hellas. Xerxes will come. And you—” She pressed closer to her husband. “Why speak of me?” he asked lightly. “Xerxes brings war. War brings sorrow to women. It is not the hateful and old that the spears and the arrows love best.”
Agias only touched the mules again, and laughed and squeezed Artemisia's hand, then more gravely said: "Now, makaira, you must do everything as I say, or we shall never get away from Pratinas. Remember, if I tell you to do anything you must do it instantly; and, above everything else, no matter what happens, speak not a word; don't scream or cry or utter a sound.
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