"No, you must tell me. Taur, my dear brother, if you love me, tell me all you know about him. I want to know all."
She took his hand and he did not draw it away this time.
"You will go anyway, you will go!" he repeated sadly. "You love him, that is why you are afraid; you know you will not escape; you fly like a moth to the flame. You were not burned in that other flame, but you will be in this...."
He paused, and then asked her:
"Will you go to see Ptamose?"
"Certainly, I will not leave without seeing him."
"Do see him. He knows everything—he will tell you better than I can."
Ptamose, the high-priest of Amon and King Akhnaton's bitterest enemy, had long asked Dio to come to him, but she had not done so yet and only now, before going away, decided to see him.
"Ptamose is nothing to me," she went on. "I want to know from you. You had loved him once, why do you hate him now?"
"It is not him I hate. Do you know, Dio, I sometimes fancy..."