“Oh! oh! Djala, look!”
The throw had resulted in the dice each presenting a different face. It was thirty-five chances to one against this happening and it was the highest scoring throw of all.
Djala coldly observed—
“What did you wish?”
“Quite true,” Chrysis said in disappointed tones. “I forgot to utter a wish. I thought of something but said nothing. Does not that count just the same?”
“I don’t think so; you must start again.”
Chrysis made a second throw. This time the result was not decisive, it resulted in both good and bad omens and required another throw to make its meaning clear.
The third throw Chrysis made with one of the dice only, and when she saw the result burst into tears.
Djala said nothing but was herself uneasy. Chrysis lay upon her bed weeping with her hair in disorder. At last she turned round with an angry movement.