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Updated: June 3, 2025
He was suddenly but effectually sobered the flush of intoxication died off his cheeks and his eyes grew strained and piteous. Theos, watching him in wonder and fear, saw his broad chest heave with the rapid- drawn gasping of his breath, ..he advanced a step or two then all at once stretched out his hands in imploring agony. "Lysia!" he murmured huskily.
Setting their wheel in motion, they start a similar motion in the Disc, and the bright characters that flash upon it and disappear like quicksilver, are the reflection of the working electric wires which write what only Lysia is skilled to read.
If, for instance, the King were made aware of Sah-luma's intrigue with Lysia, would not his rage and jealousy exceed all bounds? ... and if, on the other hand, Sah-luma were convinced of the King's passion for the same fatally fair traitress, would not his wrath and injured self-love overbear all loyalty and prudence?
Suddenly, however, their noisy voices ceased with one accord, as though drawn by some magnetic spell, they all turned their heads toward the platform where Lysia had just silently made her appearance, and springing from their seats they broke into a boisterous shout of acclamation and welcome.
For one second the Laureate stood amazed, . . the next, he sprang upon his guest and grasping him fiercely by the throat. "Treachery?" he muttered with white lips.. "Treachery? ... Darest thou speak of treachery and Lysia in the same breath? ... O thou rash fool! dost thou blaspheme my lady's name and yet not fear to die?" And his lithe brown fingers tightened their clutch.
Turning toward this semblance of a prison-cell Lysia spoke aloud her clear tones floating with mellifluous slowness above the half-hushed quiverings of the cithern-choir: "Come forth, O Nagaya, thou who didst slumber in the bosom of Space ere ever the world was made! "Come forth, O Nagaya, thou who didst behold the Sun born out of Chaos, and the Earth enriched with ever-producing life!
Then Lysia, refilling the cup, kissed it again and handed it to Theos with so much soft animation and tenderness in her face as she turned to him, that his enforced calmness nearly gave way, and he had much ado to restrain himself from falling at her feet in a transport of passion, and crying out! ... "Love me, O thou sorceress-sovereign of beauty! ... love me, if only for an hour, and then let me die! ... for I shall have lived out all the joys of life in one embrace of thine!"
The panel slowly moved, it glided back, and the great brute leaped forward, flinging her two soft paws on the shoulders of the figure that appeared the figure of a woman, who, clad in glistening gold from head to foot, shone in the dark aperture like a gilded image in a shrine of ebony. Theos beheld the brilliant apparition in some doubt and wonder. Was this Lysia?
Every one's attention was centred on the unhappy young man, who with lifted head and rigidly clasped hands, faced Lysia as a criminal faces a judge, . . Lysia, whose dazzling smile beamed upon him with the brightness of summer sunbeams, Lysia, whose exquisite voice lost none of its richness as she spoke his doom.
Lysia the captor was made captive at last! ..bound, helpless, imprisoned, and hopelessly doomed, ..Nagaya had claimed his own!
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