down from the mountain-top. By the gods I swear,
dearest sister, by you and your dear life, that unwillingly
I gird on the weapons of magic. Do you, in the privacy 10
of the inner court, build a pile to the open sky; lay on it
the arms which that godless man left hanging in the
chamber, and all his doffed apparel, and the nuptial bed
which was my undoing. To destroy every memorial of
the hateful wretch is my pleasure, and the priestess’ bidding.” 15
This said, she is silent—paleness overspreads her
face. Yet Anna does not dream that these strange rites