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Yet there was something mirage-like and fantastic in the splendor that everywhere surrounded him, he felt as though he were one of the spectators in a vast auditorium where the curtain had just risen on the first scene of the play He was dubiously considering in his own perplexed mind, whether such princely living were the privilege, or right, or custom of poets in general, when Sah-luma spoke again, waving his hand toward one of the busts near him a massive, frowning head, magnificently sculptured.
He did so, conscious as he went of two distinct impressions, first, that the mysterious mental agitation he had suffered from when he had found himself so unexpectedly in a strange city, was not completely dispelled, and secondly, that he felt as though he must have known Sah-luma all his life!
" and with a lithe movement she swept toward the door, her pet tigress creeping closely after her; then suddenly looking back she darted a lustiously caressing glance over her shoulder at Sah-luma and stretched out her hand. He at once caught it in his own and kissed it with an almost brusque eagerness. "I thought you had forgotten me!" he murmured in a vexed, half- reproachful tone.
The thought of Sah-luma, however, gave the needful spur to his flagging energies, and without pausing to consider where he might be going, he slowly and hesitatingly descended the steps before him, and presently reached a sort of small open court paved with black marble.
"Nay, there is time!" ... and Sah-luma half closed his languid lids and stretched himself lazily. "I would not have the child imagine I vexed myself too greatly for her unkind departure, . . she must have space wherein to weep and repent her of her folly.
It seemed as though not the smallest wedge could have been inserted between the shoulders of one man and another, yet where he stood with Sah-luma there was plenty of room.
"Peace! ... Thou art suddenly distraught, Sah-luma! ..." he said, in half-smothered, fierce accents "How darest thou uplift thy clamorous tongue thus wantonly before Nagaya, and interrupt the progress of his Sacred Ritual? ... check thy mad speech! ... if ever yonder maid were thine, 'tis certain she is thine no longer; ... she hath offered herself, a voluntary sacrifice, and the gods are pleased to claim what thou perchance hast failed to value!"
For to him all crowns belong, all kingdoms are thrown open, all barriers broken down, even those that divide us from the Unseen, and God Himself has surely a smile to spare for His Singers who have made the sad world joyful if only for an hour!" Sah-luma looked up with a pleased yet wondering glance.
"To-morrow, Lysia, thou shalt claim nothing!" he said in a still, composed voice that to himself had something strange and unearthly in its tone ... "Not even a grave! Get thee hence! ... pray to thy gods if thou hast any, for truly there is need of prayer! Thou shalt not harm Sah-luma, . . his love for thee may be his present curse, but it shall not work his future ruin!
And suddenly releasing his grasp he hurled Sah-luma away as he might have hurled aside a toy figure, and a peal of reckless musical laughter echoed mockingly through the vaulted shrine. It was Lysia's laughter! ... and Theos's blood grew cold as he heard its cruel, silvery ring ... even so had she laughed when Nir-jalis died!
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