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Elenko soon found that there was no pausing upon the path to which she had committed herself.
Prometheus was of a forgiving disposition, but Elenko wished nothing more ardently than that the whole aquiline race might have but one neck, and that she might wring it. It somewhat comforted her to observe that the eagle's plumage was growing thin, while the eagle's custodian was growing fat. But she had worse troubles to endure than any that eagles could occasion.
And away she flounced, not noticing Elenko. Long and earnestly did the pair discuss the perils that menaced them, and at the end of their deliberations Elenko sought the Bishop, and briefly imparted the Princess Miriam's ultimatum. "It is painful to a spiritual man," replied the prelate, "to be accessory to a murder.
It was therefore with some trepidation that she received a summons to the private apartment of the Princess Miriam. "Dear friend," the Princess began, "thou knowest the singular affection which I have invariably entertained for thee." "Right well do I know it," responded Elenko.
"In an entirely supernatural manner." "Now," said the Bishop, "I would wager my mitre and ring that his life was prolonged by the daily ministrations of yonder fowl that he caresses with such singular affection?" "Never," replied Elenko, "for one day did that most punctual bird omit to visit him." "Hurrah!" shouted the Bishop.
The thought of beholding a Deity would once have thrilled Elenko with rapture, if this had not been checked by awe at her own presumption. The idea that a Deity, other than some disgraced offender like Prometheus, could be the object of her compassion, would never have entered her mind.
And, turning to Elenko, he rapidly proceeded to cross-examine her. "Thou wert the priestess of this temple?" "I was." "Thou didst leave it this morning a heathen?" "I did." "Thou returnest a Christian?" Elenko blushed fire, her throat swelled, her heart beat violently. All her soul seemed concentrated in the gaze she fastened on the pale and bleeding Prometheus.
And clubs began to be brandished, and stones to be picked up from the ground. Prometheus, to whom the shouts were unintelligible, looked wistfully at Elenko. As their eyes met, Elenko's countenance, which had hitherto been all disdain and defiance, assumed an expression of irresolution. A stone struck Prometheus on the temple, drawing blood; a hundred hands went up, each weighted with a missile.
Said I not so?" he shouted, gazing into the sky as if his eye could pierce and his voice reach beyond the drifting clouds. "But to thy own tale," he added, turning with a gesture of command to the astonished Elenko. "It is soon told," she said. "I knew that it was death to serve the Gods any more, yet none the less in my little temple did fire burn upon Apollo's altar this morning.
"Is this no sorrow to thee?" asked Elenko. "Has not my immortality been one of pain?" answered Prometheus. "Now I feel no pain, and dread one only." "And that is?" "The pain of missing a certain fellow-mortal," answered Prometheus, with a look so expressive that the hitherto unawed maiden cast her eyes to the ground.
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