“He is the brother of Æole the handmaid.” Oltis’ tone was meaningful; and his glare boded such evil that Hellen was roused to resentment. Though he returned with surprising calm:
“Yea, I am the brother of Æole—her wretched brother. When all fled the temple, I staid that I might follow her. I was making my way through the passage when set upon by Sensel, and carried back as if by the wind.”
Oltis looked at Urgis. Triumph was in his eye. And triumph responded. Though Urgis, in hypocritical tone said:
“The temple doth pride itself upon this strength of Sensel.”
“I thought I was strong,” continued Hellen, as he regarded Sensel.
“Thou wilt find thy strength as naught here. Tell me—how far was he, Sensel?”
“Most Honored and High Priest, he was well in the passage. But I seized him, and speeded him here.”—Sensel’s tone was very low.
“Didst thou see aught?” demanded Oltis of Hellen.
“I saw naught but doors and Sensel. Those doors are the same I saw when brought before thee, Priest Urgis.”
“Thou shouldst say, ‘Chief of the Priests,’” corrected Urgis, angrily.