He bowed, saying no word, and following Helen stepped into the centre of the hall. There he stopped, indeed, for down it came the Queen, her hair streaming, all her robes disordered, and her face stained with tears. She was alone save for Kurri the Sidonian, who followed her, and she walked wildly as one distraught who knows not where she goes nor why. Helen saw her also.
“Who is this royal lady that draws near?” she asked of Rei.
“It is Meriamun the Queen; she whom the Wanderer hath brought to shame.”
“Stay then, I would speak with her.”
“Nay, nay,” cried Rei. “She loves thee not, Lady, and will slay thee.”
“That cannot be,” Helen answered.
CHAPTER II.
THE COMING OF PHARAOH
Presently, as she walked, Meriamun saw Rei the Priest and the veiled woman at his side, and she saw on the woman’s breast a red jewel that burnt and glowed like a heart of fire. Then like fire burned the heart of Meriamun, for she knew that this was Argive Helen who stood before her, Helen whose shape she had stolen like a thief and with the mind of a thief.
“Say,” she cried to Rei, who bowed before her, “say, who is this woman?”
Rei looked at the Queen with terrified eyes, and spake in a voice of warning.