But Chrysis clung to his mantle.
“Do not lie. You adore me. Your soul is full of me: but you are ashamed at having yielded. Listen, listen, Well-beloved! If that is all that is needed to console your pride, I am ready to give you, in order to have you, still more than I asked of you. Whatever sacrifice I make you, I will not complain of life after our union.”
Demetrios looked at her curiously, and, like her, the night before upon the quay, he said to her:
“What oath do you swear me?”
“By Aphrodite also.”
“You do not believe in Aphrodite. Swear by Jehovah Sabaoth.”
The Galilæan woman paled.
“We do not swear by Jehovah.”
“You refuse?”
“It is a terrible oath.”