"Dost Thou lack anything?"
"I lack air, amusement, laughter, songs, people. O vengeful goddess, how harshly Thou art punishing!"
The prince listened with amazement. In that mad woman he could not recognize the Kama whom he had seen in the temple, that woman over whose person had floated the passionate song of the Greek Lykon.
"Tomorrow," said the prince, "Thou canst go to the garden; and when we visit Memphis or Thebes, Thou wilt amuse thyself as never in thy life before. Look at me. Do I not love thee, and is not the honor which belongs to me enough for a woman?"
"Yes," answered she, pouting, "but Thou hadst four women before me."
"But if Hove thee best?"
"If Thou love me best, make me first, put me in the palace which that Jewess Sarah occupies, and give a guard to me, not to her. Before the statue of Astaroth I was first. Those who paid homage to the goddess, when kneeling before her, looked at me. But here what? Troops beat drums and sound flutes; officials cross their hands on their breasts, and incline their heads before the house of the Jewess."
"Before my first-born son," interrupted the prince, now impatient, "and he is no Jew."
"He is a Jew!" screamed Kama.
Ramses sprang up.