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At the moment when Nehushta entered one of these, a fat man with greasy curls who looked like an Eastern, was endeavouring to persuade a dark and splendid Jewess to let him see her foot. Pretending not to understand she sat still and sullen, till at length he stooped down and lifted her robe.
Then Nehushta took her to the cabin, and presently the oars began to beat and the great galley stood out of the harbour, till in the silence of the sea the screams of the victims and the shouts of the victors died away, and as night fell naught could be seen of Tyre but the flare from the burning houses of the slaughtered Jews.
Nehushta was not heartless. Of a certainty she would have pitied any one in such distress and grief, even had the cause thereof come less near to herself.
"But did you pride yourself it was for you?" laughed Nehushta. "I sang of the desert, and of tents, and of whirling sand there is none of these things here." "You said that your beloved brought roses in his hand and so I do. I will crown you with them. May I? No I shall spoil your head-dress. Take them and do as you will with them." "I will take them and I always do as I will."
It was unlocked and guarded by one man only, the apostate jailer Rufus. "Stand back!" he cried, lifting his spear. Nehushta made no answer, only drawing a dagger from her robe, she fell upon the ground, then of a sudden rose again beneath his guard. The knife flashed and went home to the hilt.
"My pleasure," he said vacantly, " that is a strange word on my lips to-night, is it not? Well, Nehushta, you have the best of the argument. All you say is quite true, if a little over-coloured. Of course, Miriam is quite right not to marry me if she has scruples, and, of course, I should be quite wrong to take advantage of the accident of my being able to purchase her in the slave-ring.
When she awoke and saw the darkness all about her, she thought that it must be night; then remembering that in this place it was always night, called to Nehushta, who uncovered the little lamp that burned in a corner of the vault, and went out, to return presently with the news that according to the Essenes, it was day.
"There are, perhaps, one or two " Suddenly the king's face grew grave, and he dropped her hand. "Look you!" he said, "I love jesting. But jest not overmuch with me. Do no harm to Nehushta, or I will make an end of your jesting for ever, by sure means. That white throat of yours would look ill with a bow-string about it." The queen bit her lip.
"My lover!" cried Nehushta, her wrath rising and blazing in her eyes. "Ay, your lover! the thin, white-haired priest, that once was Zoroaster your old lover your poor old lover!" Nehushta steadied herself for a moment. She felt as though she must tear this woman in pieces. But she controlled her anger by a great effort, though she was nearly choking as she drew herself up and answered.
"Oh, Darius, I would I could tell you! Are you really my friend?" She raised herself without his help and sat up. The hot blood rushed back to her cheeks and her eyes regained their light. "Can you doubt that I am your friend, your best friend?" asked the king. Nehushta rose to her feet and paced the little hall in great emotion.
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