“I think not; you must begin again.”
Chrysis cast the bones again.
“The Midas throw, this time. What do you think of that?”
“One cannot tell. Good or bad. It is a throw which is interpreted by the next one. Now start with a single bone.”
Chrysis consulted the game a third time; but as soon as the bone fell, she stammered:
“The . . . the Chian ace!”
And she burst into sobs.
Djala too was uneasy, and said nothing. Chrysis wept upon the bed, with her hair lying in confusion about her head. At last she turned round angrily.
“Why did you make me begin again? I am sure the first throw counted.”