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The soldier heaved a sigh of relief and assented in silence, while the slave went on with her story: "And when my lord Constantine was gone, my lord Demetrius came and he but what should poor Sachepris say ask my lord Demetrius himself to tell you." "That is soon done," replied Demetrius, who had failed to understand a great deal of all that had been going forward.
The young mistress, said the slave, had already dismissed many suitors, the sons of the greatest families of Alexandria, and if her suspicions those of Sachepris, the slave were well founded, all for the sake of the old shipbuilder's son, whom she had known from childhood and who was now an officer in the Imperial guard.
"It is a lie!" exclaimed Gorgo. "No, no; it is true. Sachepris does not want her feet flayed, mistress," cried the slave. "Ask my lord Constantine himself." "Yes, I went on board," said Constantine. "Just as I was crossing the ship-yard a young girl dropped her fan into the lake. I fished it out at her request, and carried it back to her." "Yes, that was it," cried Sachepris.
"It is a lie!" exclaimed Gorgo. "No, no; it is true. Sachepris does not want her feet flayed, mistress," cried the slave. "Ask my lord Constantine himself." "Yes, I went on board," said Constantine. "Just as I was crossing the ship-yard a young girl dropped her fan into the lake. I fished it out at her request, and carried it back to her." "Yes, that was it," cried Sachepris.
Sachepris knows that he has sent out slaves to look for the pretty mistress. Send him a token write to my lord Marcus." "Write?" laughed Dada. "Girls learn other things in my country; but if I could shall I tell you something? I would not write him a line. Those who want me may seek me!"
You are silent you will not say?.... Oh! I understand it all. He I know he would never have ventured it. But it is your 'noble lady Damia' that old woman, who has told you what to say. You are her echo, and as for Marcus ... Confess, confess at once, you witch . . ." "Sachepris is only a poor slave," said the woman raising her hands in entreaty.
You are silent you will not say? . . . Oh! I understand it all. He I know he would never have ventured it. But it is your 'noble lady Damia' that old woman, who has told you what to say. You are her echo, and as for Marcus. . . . Confess, confess at once, you witch. . . ." "Sachepris is only a poor slave," said the woman raising her hands in entreaty.
He was then about to retire with a bow no less distant than before, but he found himself unexpectedly detained by the Egyptian slave who, placing herself in his way, kissed the hem of his tunic and exclaimed: "What joy for my lord your father and the lady your mother, and for poor Sachepris! My lord Constantine at home again!" "Yes, at home at last," said the soldier in a deep pleasant voice.
The threat was enough to raise a howl from the Egyptian; but this Porphyries soon put a stop to, and Sachepris, with perfect veracity, told her tale of all that had happened till Herse's return to the vessel.
He was then about to retire with a bow no less distant than before, but he found himself unexpectedly detained by the Egyptian slave who, placing herself in his way, kissed the hem of his tunic and exclaimed: "What joy for my lord your father and the lady your mother, and for poor Sachepris! My lord Constantine at home again!" "Yes, at home at last," said the soldier in a deep pleasant voice.
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