“Hellen, one more word.”
“Queen Atlana, thou hast given me too many.”
Though he had paused and turned full around.
“I am sure all will go well, if thou wilt wait and be calm.”
“Have we not waited—years? And this is what they bring.”
“It may be the first step to your home.”
Hellen walked toward her with eager face. “That calleth to my mind this,” he said.
Then he related what had occurred between himself and the red-garbed figure, and dwelt upon the intervention of the mysterious voice. The queen acknowledged the force of Electra’s reason for being dragged to the temple by bending her head in shame; and raised it not until he spoke of the voice. At the end, she was so awed as to fall back overcome. Her lips then moved as if in prayer, and Hellen distinguished:
“O Amen—O Poseidon—ye have not forgotten, as I feared.”
She continued quiet for a little, her eyes closed. Then she raised with sudden strength and brightening look.