“Then get everything ready to shave me ... and tell the slaves to prepare the bath.”
“Yes, my lord,” said Tarrar, with alacrity.
Chapter VII
“Mother of Eros, hear thy slave!
“Child of the foam, great goddess of love,
Aphrodite, look down from above!
Thou, who dost madden the gods with desire,
Thou, who fulfillest men’s hearts with thy fire,
All but the heart of my lord that I crave,