pale forehead on the marble floor before the high priest, she beat the ground with her head and kissed the tip of his pointed sandals. I thought the high priest's face suddenly assumed a satisfied, triumphant expression. He folded his arms across his chest and looked down upon the suppliant at his feet.
"Wilt come up before the image of the goddess, oh, Maat-kha! and at her very feet swear that thou wilt do my bidding, whatsoever I might command?"
She raised her head, and in the dim, flickering light I could see that she darted an inquiring, amazed look upwards at him.
"Dost believe that I am powerful?" he asked.
"I believe that thou dost hate him who is beloved of the gods."
"Wilt swear to do my bidding?" he repeated.
"Dost wish to harm him?"
"Not unless thou also dost wish it."
"I love him, Ur-tasen," she said in truly heart-rending tones.
"Wouldst see him then in the arms of Neit-akrit?"
"I would sooner see him dead at my feet," she replied, with renewed passion, "slain by my hands, as was my son, the Pharaoh."
"Swear to do my bidding, Maat-kha, and Neit-akrit will never wed the stranger king."
She rose slowly to her feet and turned towards the sanctuary of the goddess.
"Lead the way, Ur-tasen," she said with absolute calm. "I will swear to do thy bidding."
The sanctuary was at the farther end of the building. Already the high priest, followed by Maat-kha, was rapidly disappearing in the vastness of the temple. Helpless, I looked round me. The conviction had gradually forced itself upon my mind that Ur-tasen
