By this time the Bishop had bustled to the front, and addressed a torrent of questions to Prometheus, who merely shook his head, and turned to inspect the eagle.
“Brethren,” said the Bishop, “I smell a miracle!” And, turning to Elenko, he rapidly proceeded to cross-examine her.
“Thou wert the priestess of this temple?”
“I was.”
“Thou didst leave it this morning a heathen?”
“I did.”
“Thou returnest a Christian?”
Elenko blushed fire, her throat swelled, her heart beat violently. All her soul seemed concentrated in the gaze she fastened on the pale and bleeding Prometheus. She remained silent—but she crossed herself.
“Who then has persuaded thee to renounce Apollo?”
Elenko pointed to Prometheus.