"Tell him I will come."
When Zenra had gone, Dio looked at Pentaur. Like all the priestesses of the Great Mother she was skilled in the art of healing; she had seen people die and remembered the fateful sign—the seal of death—which sometimes appears in a face when the end is near.
She suddenly fancied she saw that sign in Pentaur's face. 'He is young, healthy, there is no danger in sight. Riot? No, it is nonsense,' she thought, and as she looked at him more intently the sign disappeared.
"Are you going?" he asked quietly, but so firmly that she understood she must not deceive him.
"Tuta is going to-morrow and I do not know yet. Maybe I will not go...."
"Yes, you will. You wanted to go as soon as possible, you know."
"I did and now, all of a sudden, I am afraid."
"What of?"
"I don't know. I was not burned at the stake then, and now—it is like going from one fire to another.... You remember what you told me about the king...."
"Don't, Dio. What is the good? You will go anyway."