The maiden stepped from the litter and knelt before Ramses.
"Art Thou the daughter of Sofra?" asked he.
"Thou speakest truth, Lord Ramses."
"And still Thou hast come to me!"
"To implore thee to pardon my father. He is unhappy; since midday he has been shedding tears and covering his head with ashes."
"And if I would not forgive him, wouldst Thou leave me?"
"No," whispered she.
Ramses drew her toward him and kissed her with passion. His eyes flashed.
"For this I forgive him."
"Oh, how good Thou art!" cried she, nestling up to Ramses; then she added with sweetness,