The Greek sprang from his chair, his fists were clenched, and there was saliva on his lips.
"Let me go!" cried he with a hoarse voice. "Let me go and drink his blood."
"Where is he now?" inquired Mefres.
"In the villa at the side of the garden next the river. A beautiful woman is with him."
"Her name is Hebron, and she is the wife of Tutmosis," added Herhor.
"Confess, Mefres, that second sight is not needed to know that."
Mefres closed his thin lips tightly.
"If this does not convince thee, worthiness, I will show something better," said he at length. "Lykon, find now the traitor who is seeking the way to the treasure of the labyrinth."
The sleeping Greek looked for a while at the crystal intently, and answered,
"I see him he is dressed in the rags of a beggar."
"Where is he?"