"Where are thy jewels?"
"Under the bed."
Lykon went to her bedchamber; with the light of a lamp he drew out a heavy casket, threw a mantle over Kama, and pulled her by the arm.
"Make ready! Where are the doors through which he comes to thee that lord of thine?"
"Leave me!"
The Greek bent to her, and whispered,
"Aha! Dost think that I will leave thee here? I care as much for thee now as I do for a dog that has lost sense of smell. But Thou must go with me. Let that lord of thine know that there is a man better than he. He stole a priestess from Astaroth, I take his mistress from the heir of Egypt."
"I tell thee that I am sick."
The Greek drew out a slender blade, and put the point of it to her throat.
Kama trembled, and whispered,