"What led you,—a priest,—to do a favor to this girl?"
"Her parents died of the same pestilence, which carried off my brothers. Her father was a priest, respected, and a friend of our family; so we adopted the little girl, remembering the words: 'If thou withhold help from the man who is pure in heart and from his widow and orphans, then shall the pure, subject earth cast thee out unto the stinging-nettles, to painful sufferings and to the most fearful regions!' Thus I became her foster-father, and had her brought up with my youngest brother until he was obliged to enter the school for priests."
The king exchanged a look of intelligence with Phanes, and asked: "Why did not you keep the girl longer with you?"
"When she had received the ear-rings I, as priest, thought it more suitable to send such a young girl away from my house, and to put her in a position to earn her own living."
"Has she seen your brother since she has been grown up?"
"Yes, my King. Whenever Gaumata came to see me I allowed him to be with her as with a sister; but on discovering later that the passionate love of youth had begun to mingle with the childish friendship of former days, I felt strengthened in my resolution to send her away."
"Now we know enough," said the king, commanding the high-priest by a nod to retire. He then looked down on the prostrate girl, and said imperiously: "Rise!"
Mandane rose, trembling with fear. Her fresh young face was pale as death, and her red lips were blue from terror.
"Tell all you know about yesterday evening; but remember, a lie and your death are one and the same."
The girl's knees trembled so violently that she could hardly stand, and her fear entirely took away the power of speaking.