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Updated: June 8, 2025
Fortunately no one appeared to notice Theos's deliberate non- observance of the homage due to her, no one except.. Lysia, herself.
Leave me, for my eyes are wondrous heavy, and I would fain slumber undisturbed till the break of day! By my soul, thou art a rough companion! ..." and he struggled violently to release himself from Theos's resolute and compelling grasp.. "Where wouldst thou drag me?" "Out of danger and the shadow of death!" replied Theos firmly.. "Thy life is threatened, Sah-luma, and I will not see thee slain!
"Peace!" and a quick frown darkened the smooth beauty of Sah- luma's face as he grasped Theos's arm hard to warn him into silence, then forcing a smile he answered in the same low tone.. "'Twas not the King, . . it could not be! Thou wert mistaken ..." "Nay but," persisted Theos gently "convince me of mine error! Didst thou overtake and steadily confront yon armed and muffled stranger?"
Such, at least, was the tenor of Theos's thoughts, as he rapidly began to calculate certain contingencies that now seemed likely to occur.
As he spoke the girl turned round as though in obedience to some mechanical impulse, and fully confronted the multitude, . . her pale, pure face, framed in a shining aureole of rippling fair hair, floated before Theos's bewildered eyes like a vision seen indistinctly in a magic crystal, and he was for a moment uncertain of her identity; but quick as a flash Sah-luma's glance lighted upon her, and, with a cry of horror that sent desolate echoes through and through the arches of the Temple, he started from his seat, his arms outstretched, his whole frame convulsed and quivering.
There was an instant's hush, ... a hush as it seemed of grieved acquiescence on the part of the populace, and during that brief pause Theos's heart gave a fierce bound against his ribs as though some one had suddenly shot at him with a poisoned arrow.
Sah-luma, a Poet, whose songs of Love were so perfect, so wildly sweet and soul- entrancing HE, to be ignorant of Love's true meaning? ... Oh, impossible! and a burning flush of shame rose to Theos's brow, shame that he could have entertained such a blasphemy against his Idol for a moment!
A slight shudder of morbid expectancy seemed to quiver through the vast congregation, . . but Theos's nerves were strung up to such a high pitch of frenzied horror that he could neither speak nor sigh, motionless as a statue, he could only watch, with freezing blood, each detail of the extraordinary scene.
A shudder, as of extreme cold, ran through Theos's veins, and as if impelled on by some invisible monitor he said almost mournfully: "Art thou sure, Sah-luma, thou dost not instinctively feel that there is a Higher Power hidden behind the veil of visible Nature? and that in the Far Beyond there may be an Eternity of Joy where thou shalt find all thy grandest aspirations at last fulfilled?"
And at a little distance off, on the breast of the black-robed headless corpse that remained totally uncrushed in an open space by itself, among the surrounding heaps of slain and wounded, glistened the CROSS like a fiery gem, . . an all-significant talisman that, as he beheld it, filled Theos's heart with a feverish craving, an inexplicable desire mingled with remorse far greater than any fear!
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