“A courtesan! Oh, the shameless thing! She has fallen asleep in the open.”
“No, no!” rejoined Melitta, shaking her head. “I dare not go near her, Mikyllos. She’s no courtesan.”
“I should have thought she was.
“No, I say, Mikyllos, she’s not one of us. It’s Touni, wife of the High Priest. Look well at her. She is not asleep. Oh, I’m afraid to approach her. Her eyes are wide open! Let us go away! I’m afraid—oh, so afraid!”
Mikyllos made three steps forward on tip-toe.
“You’re right, Melitta. She is not sleeping, poor woman! She is dead.”
“Dead?”
“There is a pin in her heart.”
He stretched out his hand to draw it from her breast, but Melitta was terrified.
