The next morning, Deucalion spoke with Hellen; and then took Pyrrha over to the queen. Thus the four young people were left to themselves in the cabin, Æole and Electra being busied in needlework, and Sensel and Hellen interested in watching them.
But they had not long enjoyed this when Hellen, with abruptness, spoke fast, “Electra, it cometh to me that I would see the captain. Wilt thou come?”
She at once arose, the while apologizing, “Æole, we will come back ere a little.”
Then out they hastened. And Sensel arose as if to look after them. But, chancing to turn before he reached the door, he again met Æole’s eloquent look.
He went toward her. “What is it, Æole?”
Though somewhat confused, she answered calmly, “Sensel—Prince Pelasgus—I was wondering at thy manner of moving. Whence is it?”
He sat down beside her. “Æole, as a child, I was strong and quick. As a youth, I was first in the games. It is a gift.”
“Well didst thou bear thy part. After that, I shall ever feel kind to their serpent selves. And, that well-streaked garment of dust, where is it?”
“It is laid away, ever to be kept.”
“It is good. But thine eyes, they puzzle me. Though they shine now, they shone even more then. They knew how to pierce. And thy skin was less fair.”