“Thou wilt find him above,” he whispered, “and have a care. Well is it the moon riseth.”
They hastened out, and upward to meet Hellen just below the gold inclosed temple. Much time did he take in embracing Æole, the while holding Electra’s hand. When his ardor could no longer be prolonged, he said in lowest tone:
“I have found the spot for us. It is the watch tower on the northern slope. There can no ear hearken.”
He then took the lead. When passing the sacred temple, Electra forgot not to fall on her knees in devotion to Poseidon and Cleito, and afterward besought their intercession. Her face was the brighter when she arose.
This watch tower stood below the temple of Poseidon and Cleito, and above the inclosures holding the sacred bulls that were roaming in their grounds with much of bellowing. This bellowing was indeed a safeguard, as it could but drown all sounds contiguous.
The round tower must have been fifty feet in height, stone steps leading up to its doorway which was fifteen feet from the ground. At the base, the interior was about seventy-five feet in diameter, the wall here being fifteen feet in thickness, this thickness decreasing gradually upward, until at the top it was but eight feet.
When inside, Hellen assisted each up the stone staircase. At the top, they seated themselves on the broad ledge; and when the bulls grew rampant of noise, Hellen explained:
“Ere night fell, the king sent me word that we could meet here on this part of the mountain for an hour of each evening, until it is his will to change. But I think he recked not of the bulls.”
They laughed. Then Æole asked: “Who brought thee the word?”
“Sensel!”