“Atlano, call to mind that I am fond of Khemi. It is the land of my mother.”
“One would know it when thou wouldst bid me spare this Pelasgia.”
“Thou art wrong to trouble this people.”
“Such is what I might look for from thee. Ever art thou against me!”
“When have I ever been against thee?”
He tried hard to recall an instance, but could not. Less angry, he insisted:
“As a wife, thou hast the right to think with me—hast the right to bid me good speed when I go to crush this people.”
“Thou! Thou wilt not go?”
“I go to crush them. The gods have my vow. Here have I rusted too long. I am as king of Khemi!”
“Thou wilt be killed! Atlano, thou wilt be killed!”