"I wish thee to live," whispered he, impassioned, "to live, belonging to me."
"That cannot be,"
"But the supreme council of Tyrian priests?"
"They can permit nothing but marriage."
"But Thou wilt enter my house."
"If I enter it not as thy wife, I shall die. But I am ready even not to see to-morrow's sun."
"Be at rest," replied the prince, seriously. "Whoso has my favor will not experience injustice."
Kama knelt before him a second time.
"How can that be?" asked she, clasping her hands.
Ramses was so roused that he had forgotten his position and his duties; he was ready to promise the priestess even marriage. He was restrained from that step, not by judgment, but by some dumb instinct.