“Then where is she?” cried Lucius.
The sibyl now pressed the sandal to her forehead and her other hand lay on Lucius’ head:
“I see her,” said the sibyl. “She is lying in a boat, swooning.... The sea is raging.... Now rough, bearded men are hurrying her away....”
“She is kidnapped!” cried Lucius. “By pirates?”
“Yes!” cried the sibyl and fell into a faint.
The pretty Greek girl appeared and said:
“The fee is half a ptolemy, in gold....”
Caleb paid.
Lucius looked down in despair upon the swooning sibyl.
“To-morrow night, my lord,” said the Greek girl, in a sing-song voice, “Herophila will be able to tell you more ... where Ilia was taken by the pirates.”