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"Neither under my left eye nor on my brows?" asked she, with growing irritation. "Let the lady be pleased graciously to sit with the side of her face to the light," said the woman. Of course that request enraged Kama. "Away, wretch," cried she; "show thyself no more to me!"
He seized his head when the steward of the palace and the officer told him of these wonders, and he whispered: "Indeed, I did badly in taking that woman from her goddess; for the goddess alone could endure her caprices with patience." He went, however, to Kama, and found her emaciated, broken, and trembling. "Woe to me!" cried she. "There are none around me but enemies.
The prince turned away again, and shook as if wishing to cast down a burden. Kama looked from beneath her drooping lids at him, and smiled slightly. When silence had endured too long, she said, "Thou hast commanded to summon me, Sovereign. Here I am, to hear what thy will is." "Aha!" said the prince, recovering.
"Have a care, prince," said she, with a challenging look. "Phoenicia is mighty, and her gods." "What care I for thy gods or Phoenicia? Were a hair to fall from thy head, I would trample Phoenicia as I might a foul reptile." "Kama! Kama!" called a voice from the statue. She was frightened. "Thou seest they call me. They may have heard thy blaspheming." "They may have heard my anger."
"Should a hair fall from thy head," whispered the raging Greek, "I swear that Dagon, that all the Phoenicians here will lose their heads, or die in the stone quarries. They will learn what a Greek can do." "But I say to thee," answered Kama, in the same tone, "that until I collect twenty talents I will not leave here. I have now only eight." "Where wilt Thou get the other twelve?"
A couple of days later they announced, with sound of trumpet, to worshippers in the temple that the priestess Kama was dead, and if any man should meet a woman seeming like her he would have no right to seek revenge or even make reproaches. The priestess had not left the goddess, but evil spirits had borne her off; for this they would be punished.
"Then Amon is compassionate only to scribes," answered Kama. "But what does that story signify?" "Guess. But Thou hast just heard what the poor scribe yielded up for the kiss of a woman." "But he would not yield up a throne," interrupted the priestess. "Who knows? if he were implored greatly to do so," whispered Ramses, with passion.
The Greek drew out a slender blade, and put the point of it to her throat. Kama trembled, and whispered, "I go." They passed through the secret door to the garden. From the direction of the palace came the noise of warriors kindling fires. Here and there among the trees were lights; from time to time some one in the service of the heir passed the pair. At the gate the guard stopped them,
He felt that it did not become the heir of Egypt to show himself in the house of a priestess who was visited by any pilgrim who gave a bountiful offering to the temple. What was more striking, he feared lest the sight of Kama surrounded by pitchers and unsuccessful admirers might extinguish the wonderful picture in the moonlight.
Thou, a priestess, guarding the fire before the altar of Astaroth, thou, who under the threat of death must be a virgin, art Thou going to marry? In truth, Phoenician deceit is worse than people's account of it." "Hear me, lord," said Kama, wiping her tears away, "and condemn if I deserve it. Sargon wishes to take me as his first wife.
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