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Mine.. mine.. MINE!" and he shrieked the last word out in a perfect hurricane of passion, "My Queen.. my mistress! heart of my heart! soul of my soul! ... Let the city burn to ashes, and the whole land be utterly consumed, in death as in life Lysia is mine! ... and the gods themselves shall never part her from me!"
We know how men hate Wisdom and cannot endure to be instructed, and yet they prostrate themselves in abject crowds before Wisdom's symbol every day in the Sacred Temple yonder, though I much doubt whether such constant devotional attendance is not more for the sake of Lysia than the Deified Worm!"
What have I to do with love? ... what hast thou? ... thou, Lysia, who dost make the lives of men thy sport and their torments thy mockery! There is no name for this fever that consumes me when I look upon thee, ... no name for this unquiet ravishment that draws me to thee in mingled bliss and agony!
"Back!" he exclaimed passionately, addressing the infuriated monarch.. "While I live, Lysia is mine! let her hate and deny me as she will! and sooner than see her in thine arms, O King, I will slay her where she stands!"
But he knew how useless it was to try and impart any of his inward forebodings to Sah-luma, Sah-luma, who had so lightly explained Lysia's treacherous conduct to his own entire satisfaction, . . Sah-luma, on whom neither the prophecies of Khosrul nor the various disastrous events of the day had taken any permanent effect, . . while no attempt could now be made to deter him from attending the Sacrificial Service in the Temple, seeing he had been so positively commanded thither by Lysia, through the medium of the priest Zel.
"Not worthy! ... Oh, the old poor consolation!" he exclaimed, quickly dashing the drops from his eyes, . . "Not worthy? No! ... what mortal woman IS ever worthy of a poet's love? Not one in all the world! Nevertheless, worthy or unworthy, true or treacherous, naught can make Lysia otherwise than fair!
"Hush, hush, my son!" said the aged Zuriel anxiously "These stone walls hear thee far too loudly, who knows but they may echo forth thy words to unsuspected listeners! Peace peace! ... Lysia is as much Queen, as Zephoranim is King of Al-Kyris; and surely thou knowest that the sins of tyrants are accounted virtues, so long as they retain their ruling powers?
No matter!" and he laughed foolishly ... "Better a wild dancer than a tame prude!" Here he looked about him in confused bewilderment.. "Where is Lysia?
"The King should have slain him at once " declared Ormaz emphatically, turning to Lysia as he spoke.. "I am surprised that His Majesty permitted so flagrant an impostor and trespasser of the law to speak one word, or live one moment in his royal presence." "Thou art surprised, Ormaz, at most things, especially those which savor of simple good-nature and forbearance..." responded Lysia coldly.
My thoughts of thee are strange, fair Lysia!" and he pressed her warm, delicate fingers with unconscious fierceness, "I would have sworn that in the Past thou didst betray me!" Her low laugh stirred the silence into a faint, tuneful echo.
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