“Who are they?” she asked absently, in her study of his grand beauty.
“The first is young Prince Pelasgus, the son of our king. The second is my Hellen. Then wilt thou behold garbs.”
“Dear Hellen! I can see him, as he will look. But when came this young Prince Pelasgus?”
“It is a year since he first saw Atlantis.”
“What sayest thou?”
“It is a year since he went with me to Atlantis—a year since he began to serve in the temple—but a few months since thou didst see fit to praise him. Call to mind his tall shape, his garb of dust color, his shining eyes, his tender tones, his smile, the grace of his swaying body.”
It was most evident that Atlana called all this to mind, so overwhelmed did she show herself. She could only implore him by a gesture to continue.
“Yea, dear Queen, young Prince Pelasgus came upon the island with me as Sensel. Well had he served with me in war; and fond did we grow of each other. When I would come after my children, he would come with me in the shape of Sensel. And, as thou shouldst know, well did he aid me. Though little canst thou, or any other, know what he hath been to me. But for him I could not have mastered.”
“I believe it, Sir Deucalion.”
She pondered awhile; and then said, “I would see the Pelasgian youths now.”