Sada put down the bowl and ran out of the room.
"Your face was frozen," said the Greek. "It is well that you found help in time."
"You are good," Eldris murmured with stiff lips. She was dropping to sleep again through sheer exhaustion in spite of pain, when Sada returned with a tray which held a bowl, smoking hot, an ampulla of wine, and a cheap brass cup. Between them the women roused Eldris and fed her carefully. As her strength began to return, she looked about her with quickening interest. But the room told her nothing. It was small and bare, furnished with but the bed on which she lay, a copper brazier of charcoal, and a couple of wooden stools. The women, over her head, talked in low voices.
"She will sleep to-night, and to-morrow our mistress will see her," said Sada. "Where didst find her, Eunice?"
"At the door," the Greek answered. "I was stationed there to let in you know who, and heard a knock. So this girl entered, crying out that men were after her, so far as I could understand, and slammed the door before I could say her nay. You told Chloris of her, then?"
Sada nodded and laid a finger on her lips.
"She sleeps," she whispered. "Let us go."
But Eldris opened heavy eyes with effort.
"Pray you tell me where is the wine-shop of Nicodemus!" she murmured, husky with drowsiness. "It is there that I must go and wait—"
The tall Greek Eunice laid a hand on her aching head.