The last sentence though somewhat lacking in firmness, yet was strong in its concession. In appreciation, sweet peace hovered over them again; and Electra, that the gentle presence might not go on the wing, hastened to say:
“But, Hellen, thou hast not told us all. And soon should we go back.”
“There is little more. As to the ‘Silent Priest’ already were we looking upon him as a higher being. And this strange Sensel but added to our awe. When the king and high priest had spoken further, by their signs, we followed them to the temple. Here the new priest was given place. Now he is a power, checking even Atlano and Oltis. But few animals have been yielded on the altar; and no handmaids have been called to the inner holy place, since he hath been in the temple.”
Æole and Electra shuddered. The latter whispered:
“Hellen, we are getting a dread of the inner holy place.”
“What meanest thou?”
“The other handmaids tremble and grow pale at name of it.”
“We found it thus the first day,” added Æole. “Why is it?”
“Ask me not, Æole. But pray that no more handmaids may go in there.”
They looked at him in fear.