“Is that in your power?”
“The operation which removed Amasis’ blindness was my own discovery. Petammon stole it from my burnt papers.”
“Why did you not exert your skill earlier?”
“Because I am not accustomed to bestow presents on my enemies.”
Phanes shuddered slightly at these words, recovered himself, however, in a moment, and said: “And I am certain of the king’s favor too. The Massagetan envoys have gone home to-day; peace has been granted them and....”
While he was speaking the door was burst open and one of Kassandane’s eunuchs rushed into the room crying: “The Princess Nitetis is dying! Follow me at once, there is not a moment to lose.”
The physician made a parting sign to his confederate, and followed the eunuch to the dying-bed of the royal bride.
CHAPTER VIII.
The sun was already trying to break a path for his rays through the thick curtains, that closed the window of the sick-room, but Nebenchari had not moved from the Egyptian girl’s bedside. Sometimes he felt her pulse, or spread sweet-scented ointments on her forehead or chest, and then he would sit gazing dreamily into vacancy. Nitetis seemed to have sunk into a deep sleep after an attack of convulsions. At the foot of her bed stood six Persian doctors, murmuring incantations under the orders of Nebenchari, whose superior science they acknowledged, and who was seated at the bed’s head.