"What dost Thou wish here?" whispered Kama. "Flee!"
"But with thee. On the street a chariot is ready for us; on this we shall ride to the Nile, and there my boat is in waiting."
"Thou hast gone mad! But the city and the streets are filled with warriors."
"For that very reason I was able to enter this palace, and we can escape very easily. Collect all thy treasures. I shall be back here immediately and take thee."
"Whither art Thou going?"
"I am seeking thy lord. I shall not go without leaving him a memento."
"Thou art mad!"
"Be silent!" interrupted Lykon, pale from anger. "Thou wishest yet to defend him."
The Phoenician woman tottered; she clinched her fists, and an evil light flashed in her eyes.
"But if Thou canst not find him?"