 Book 1 CHAPTER 1 of ARRACKNEY Deep silence brooded over the water and the green islands which arose like oasis from its glittering surface. The palms, silver poplars, and sycamores on the largest one were already casting longer shadows as the slanting rays of the sun touched their dark crowns, while its glowing balls still poured a flood of golden radiance upon the bushes along the shore and the light feathery tufts at the tops of the pepperous reeds in the brackish water. More than one flock of large and small waterfowl flew past beneath the silvery cloudlets flacking the lofty azure vault of heaven. Here and there a pelican or a pair of wild ducks plunged, with short calls which seized abruptly into the lush green thicket, but their cackling and quacking belonged to the voices of nature, and when heard soon died away in the heights of the tipper air or in the darkness of the underbrush that received the birds. Very few reached the little city of tennis, which now, during the period of inundation, in the year 274 B.C., was completely encircled by water. From that small island, separated from it by a channel scarcely three arrow shots wide, it seemed as though sleep or paralysis had fallen upon the citizens of the busy little industrial town, for few people appeared in the streets and the scanty number of porters and sailors who were working among the ships and boats in the little fleet performed their tasks noiselessly, exhausted by the heat and labor of the day. Columns of light smoke rose from many of the buildings, for the sunbeams prevented its ascent into the clear, still air, and forced it to spread over the roofs as if it too needed rest. Silence also reigned in the little island diagonally opposite to the harbor. The tenets called it the owl's nest, and, though for no special reason, neither they nor the magistrates of King Ptolemy II ever stepped upon its shores. Indeed, a short time before the latter had even been forbidden to concern themselves about the pursuits of its inhabitants. Since, though for centuries it had belonged to a family of seafaring folk who were suspected of piracy, it had received, two generations ago, from Alexander the Great himself, the right of asylum, because its owner, in those days, had commanded a little fleet which proved extremely useful to the conqueror of the world in the siege of Gaza and during the expedition to Egypt. True, under the reign of Ptolemy I, the owners of the owl's nest were on the point of being deprived of this favour, because they were repeatedly accused of piracy in distant seas, but it had not been done. Yet, for the past two years an investigation had threatened Satibus, the distinguished head of the family, and during this period he, with his ships and his sons, had avoided tenets and the Egyptian coast. The house, occupied by the islanders, stood on the shore facing the little city. It had once been a stately building, but now every part of it seemed to be going to ruin except the central portion which presented a less dilapidated appearance than the sorely damaged, utterly neglected side wings. The roof of the whole long structure had originally consisted of palm branches upon which mud and turf had been piled, but this too was now in repair only on the central building. On the right and left wings, the rain which often falls in the northeastern part of the Nile Delta near the sea had washed off the protecting earth and the wind had borne it away as dust. Once the house had been spacious enough to shelter a numerous family and to store a great quantity of goods and provisions, but it was now long since the ruinous chambers had been occupied. Smoke rose only from the opening in the roof of the main building, but its slender column showed from what a very scanty fire it ascended. The purpose which this was to serve was readily discovered, for in front of the open door of the dwelling that seemed far too large and on account of the pillars at the entrance which supported a triangular pediment also too stately for its sole occupant sat an old woman plucking three ducks. In front of her a girl, paying no heed to her companion, stood leaning against the trunk of the low wide branching sycamore tree near the shore. A narrow boat now concealed from view by the dense growth of rushes had brought her to the spot. The beautiful motherless young creature needing counsel had come to old Tabis to appeal to her art of prophecy and, if she wanted them, to render her any little services for the old dame on the island was closely bound to Lettschia, the daughter of one of the Principalship owners in Tennis, and had once been even more closely united to the girl. Now, as a son was about to set, the latter gave herself up to a wild tumult of sweet memories, anxious fears, and yearning expectation. Not until a cool breath from the neighbouring sea fanned her brow did she throw down the cord and implement with which she had been adding a few meshes to a net and arising, gaze sometimes across the water at a large white house in the northern part of the city, sometimes at the little harbour or the vessels on the horizon steering toward Tennis, among which her keen eyes discovered a magnificent ship with bright, huge sails. Drawing a long breath she enjoyed the coolness which precedes the departure of the day star. But the effect of this harbinger of night upon her surroundings was even more powerful than upon herself, for the sun in the western horizon scarcely began to sink slowly behind the pepperous thicket on the shore of a straight tenet, arm of the Nile, dug by human hands. Then one new and strange phenomenon followed another. First a fan, composed of countless glowing rays which spread in dazzling radiance over the west, rose from the vanishing orb, and for several minutes adorned the lofty dome of the deep blue sky like the tale of a gigantic peacock. Then the glitter of the shining plumes paled. The light-giving body from which they emanated disappeared and, in its stead, a crimson mantle with gold bordered, crocus yellow edges spread itself over the space it had left until the gleaming tints merged into the deeper hues of the violet. But the girl paid no heed to this blended spectacle. Perhaps she noticed how the fading light diffused a delicate rose-hued veil over the light-blue sails embroidered with silver vines, of the approaching state galley, making its gilded prow glitter more brightly, and saw one fishing boat after another move toward the harbor. But she gave the whole scene only a few careless glances. Let's cha cared little for the poor fisherman of Tennis, and the glittering state galley could scarcely bring or bear away anything of importance to her. The epistratages of the whole province was daily expected. But of what consequence to the young girl were the changes which it was rumored he intended to introduce into the government of the country concerning which her father had expressed such bitter dissatisfaction before he set out on his last tripped pontus. A very different matter occupied her thoughts, and as pressing her hand upon her heart she gazed at the little city gleaming with crimson hues in the reflection of the setting sun. A strange restless stir pervaded the former stillness of nature. Pelicans and flamingos, geese and ducks, storks and herons, ibises and cranes, bitterns and lapwings flew in dark flocks of manifold forms from all directions. Countless multitudes of waterfowl darkened the air as they alighted upon the uninhabited islands, and with ear-splitting croaking and cackling whistling and chirping, clapping and twittering, dropped into the sedges and bushes which concealed their nests, while in the city the doors of the houses opened, and men, women and children, after toiling at the loom and in the workshop, came out to enjoy the coolness of the evening in the open air. One fishing boat after another was already throwing a rope to the shore as the ship with the gay sails approached the little roadstead. How large and magnificent it was. None of the king's officials had ever used such a galley, not even the epistraticus of the Delta, who last year had given the banking and the oil trade to new lessees. Besides, the two transports that had followed the magnificent vessel appeared to belong to it. Letzja had watched the ships indifferently enough, but suddenly her gaze and with it the austere beauty of her face assumed a different expression. Her large black eyes dilated and with passionate intentness she looked from the gaily ornamented galley to the shore which several men in gray costume were approaching. The first two had come from the large white house whose door, since sunset, had been the principal object of her attention. It was Hermann, the taller one for whom she was waiting with old Tabis. He had promised to take her from the owl's nest after nightfall for a lonely row upon the water. Now he was not coming alone, but with his fellow artist, the sculpture, Myrtilus, the nomark and the notary, she recognized both distinctly, Georges, the rich owner of the second largest weaving establishment in Teneis and several slaves. What did it mean? A sudden flushed crimsoned her face, now slightly tanned to the brow and her lips were compressed, giving her mouth an expression of repellent, almost cruel harshness. But the tension of her charming features, whose lines, though sharp, were delicately outlined, soon vanished. There was still plenty of time before the darkness would permit Hermann to join her unnoticed. A reception from which he could not be absent was evidently about to take place. Yes, that was certainly the case. For now the magnificent galley had approached as near the land as though shallow water permitted, and the whistle of the roeer's flute player, shouts of command and the barking of dogs could be heard. Then a handkerchief waved a greeting from the vessel to the men on shore, but the hand that held it was a woman's. Let's cha would have recognized it had the twilight been far deeper. The features of the new arrival could no longer be distinguished, but she must be young. An elderly woman would not have sprung so nimbly into the skiff that was to convey her to the land. The man who assisted her in doing so was the same sculpture Hermann for whom she had watched with so much longing. Again the blood mounted into let's just cheeks and when she saw the stranger lay her hand upon the shoulder of the Alexandrian who only yesterday had assured the young girl of his love with ardent vows and allow him to lift her out of the boat. She buried her little white teeth deeply in her lips. She had never seen Hermann in the society of a woman of his own class and full of jealous displeasure perceived with what zealous assiduity he who bad before no one in tennis paid court to the stranger no less eagerly than did his friend Myrtillus. The whole scene passed like a shadow in the dusk before let's just eyes half dimmed by uneasiness, perplexity and suddenly inflamed jealousy. The Egyptian twilight is short and when Hermann disappeared with the newcomer it was no longer possible to recognize the man who entered the very boat in which she was to have taken the nocturnal voyage with her lover and which was now rode to where the owls nest. Surely it would bring her a message from Hermann and as a stranger who was now joined by a number of other women and two packs of barking dogs with their keepers vanished in the darkness. The skiff already touched the shore close at her side. Book one, Chapter two of Arachne. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Kehinde. Arachne by George Ebers. Translated by Mary J. Stafford. Chapter two. In spite of the surrounding gloom, that shout recognized the man who left the boat. The greeting he shouted told her that it was Hermann's slave, Pius, a beamite whom she had met in the house of some neighbors who were his relatives and had sharply rebuffed when he ventured to accost her more familiarly than was seemly for one in bondage. True in his childhood this man had lived near Tenees as the son of a free, paparous razor, but when still a lad was sold into slavery in Alexandria with his father, who had been seized for taking part in an insurrection against the last king. In the service of Arel Lewis, his present master's uncle who had given him to his nephew and as the slave of the impetuous yet anything but cruel sculpture, Hermann, he had become accustomed to bondage, but was still far more strongly attached to his beamite race than to the Greek to whom it is true his master belonged but who had robbed him and his family of freedom. The man of Forty did not lack mother wit, and as his heart fate rendered him thoughtful and often led him to use figurative terms of speech which were by no means intended as jests, he had been called by his first master, Bias, for the sage of Priyani. In the house of Hermann who associated with the best artists in Alexandria he had picked up all sorts of knowledge and gladly welcomed instruction. His highest desire was to win esteem and he often did so. Hermann prized the useful fellow highly, he had no secrets from him and was sure of his silence and goodwill. Bias had managed to lure many a young beauty in Alexandria in whom the sculpture had seen a desirable model to his studio, even under the most difficult circumstances, but he was vexed to find that his master had cast his eye upon the daughter of one of the most distinguished families among his own people. He knew too that the beamites jealously guarded the honor of their women and had represented to Hermann what a dangerous game he was playing when he began to offer vows of love to Lettschia. So it was an extremely welcomed task to be permitted to inform her that she was awaiting his master in vain. In reply to her inquiry whether it was the aristocrat who had just arrived who kept Hermann from her, he admitted that she was right but added that the gods were above even kings and his master was obliged to yield to the Alexandrian's will. Lettschia laughed incredulously. He obey a woman. He certainly would not submit to a man, reply the slave. Artists, you must know, would rather oppose ten of the most powerful men than one weak woman if she's only beautiful. As for the daughter of Arceus, thereby hangs a tale. Arceus interrupted the girl, the rich Alexandrian who owns the great weaving house, the very man. So it is his daughter who is keeping Hermann and you say he is obliged to serve her. As men serve the deity to the utmost or truth, reply the slave importantly, Arceus, the father, it is true, imposed upon us the debt which is most tardily paid and which people, even in this country, call gratitude. We are under obligations to the old man. There's no denying it and therefore also to his only child. For what? Lettschia indignantly exclaimed, and the dark eyebrows which met above her delicate nose contracted suspiciously. I must know. Must, repeated the slave, that word is a plowshare which suits only loose soil and mine, now that my master is waiting for me cannot be tilled even by the sharpest, another time. But if, meanwhile, you have any message for Hermann. Nothing, she replied, defiantly, but by us, in a tone of the most eager ascent exclaimed, one friendly word, girl, you are the fairest among the daughters of the highest BMI families and probably the richest also, and therefore a thousand times too good to yield what adorns you to the Greek that it may tickle the curiosity of the Alexandrian apes. There are more than enough women in the capital to serve that purpose. Trust the experience of a man at holy devoid of wisdom, my girl, he will throw you aside like an empty wine bottle when he has used you for a model. Used, interrupted Lettschia, disdainfully, but he repeated with firm decision. Yes, used. What could you learn of life, of art and artists here in the weaver's nest in the midst of the waves? I know them. A sculpture needs beautiful women as a cobbler wants leather and the charms he seeks in you he does not conceal from his friend, Myrtilus, at least. They are your large almond shaped eyes and your arms. They make him fairly wild with delight by their curves when in drawing water you hold a jug balanced on your head. Your slender arched foot too is a welcome morsel to him. The darkness prevented by us from seeing Lettschia's features, but it was easy to perceive what was passing in her mind as horse with indignation she gasped. How can I know the object of your accusations but fire upon the servant who would alienate from his own kind a master what his soul desires. Then bias changed not only his tone of voice but his language and deeply offended poured forth a torrent of wrath in the dialect of his people. If to guard you and my master with you from harm my words had the power to put between you and her mom the distance which separates yonder rising moon from tennis I would make them sound as loud as the lion's roar yet perhaps you would not understand them for you go through life as though you were deaf and blind. Did you ever even ask yourself whether the Greek is not differently constituted from the sons of the BMI sailors and fishermen with whom you grew up and to whom he is an abomination yet he is no more like them than poppy juices like pure water. He and his companions turn life upside down there is no more distinction between right and wrong in Alexandria than we here in the dark can make between blue and green to me the slave who is already growing old Hermon is a kind master. I know without your aid what I owe him and serve him as loyally as anyone but where he threatens to lead to ruin the innocent daughter of the race whose blood flows in my veins as well as yours and in doing so perhaps finally destroy himself too conscience commands me to raise my voice as loud as a sentinel crane when danger threatens the flock. Beware girl I repeat keep your beauty which is now to be degraded to feast the eyes of gaping Greeks for the worthiest husband among our people. Though Hermon is vowed I know not what your love dallying will very soon be over we shall leave tennis within the next few days when he has gone there will be one more deceived be a might who will call down the curse of the gods upon the head of the Greek you are not the only one who will acsecrate the destiny that brought us here others have been caught in his net to here asked let's just in a hollow tone and the slave eagerly answered where else and that you may know the truth among those who visited Hermon in his studios is your own young sister our towels that child exclaimed the girl stretching her hands toward the slave in horror as if to ward off some impending disaster that child who I think has grown into a very charming girl and before her pretty Gula the wife of Passeth who like your father is away on his ship here in a note of triumphant confidence the answer rang from the be a might slips there the slanderer stands revealed now you are detected now I perceive the meaning of your threat because miserable slave you cherish the mad hope of beguiling me yourself you do your utmost to strange me from your master Gula you say visited Hermon in his studio and it may be true but though I have been at home only a short time tenices to full of the praises of the heroic Greek who at the risk of his own life rescued a child from Passeth's burning house for the tale not to reach my ears from ten or a dozen different quarters Gula is the mother of the little girl whose life was saved by her mom's bold deed and perhaps the young mother only knocked at her benefactor's door to thank him but you base defamer I by as continued maintaining his composure with difficulty I saw Gula secretly glide into our rooms again and again to permit her child's preserver to imitate in clay what he considered beautiful to seek your love as you know the slave forbade himself although a man no more loses tender desires with his freedom than the tree which is encircled by a fan ceases to put forth buds and blossoms eros chooses the slave's heart also as a target for his arrows but his aim at yours was better than at mine now I know how deeply he wounds and so as soon as yonder ship in the harbor bears our visitor away again I shall see you shall its daughter that's standing before her mom's modeling table and behold him scan your beauty to determine what seems worth copying the be a might panting for breath had listened to the end then raising her little clenched hand menacingly she muttered through her set teeth let him try even to touch my fill with his fingers if I had not been obliged to go away this would not have happened to my towels and luckless gula scarcely replied by as calmly if the chicken runs into the water the hen cannot save it for the rest I grew up as a boy in freedom with husband of your sister who summoned you to her aid his father's brick clean was next to our peppers plantation then we fared like so many others the great devour the small the just cause is a lost one and the gods are like men my father who drew the sword against oppression and violence was robbed of liberty and your brother-in-law in payment for his honest courage met an early death is the story which is told of you here true I heard that soon after the poor fellow's burial the slaves in the brick clean refused to obey his widow there were a dozen rebellious brick molders and you one can forgive you much for it you the weak girl I am not weak interrupted let's proudly I could have taught three times 12 of the scoundrels who was master now they obey my sister and yet I wish I had stayed in tennis our towels she continued in a more gentle tone is still so young and our mother died when she was a little child but I fool who should have warned her left her alone and if she yielded to your mom's temptations the fault is mine holy mine during this outburst the light of the fire which old Tabas had fed with fresh straw and dry rushes fell upon the face of the agitated girl it revealed her thoughts plainly enough and pleased with the success of his warning by ass exclaimed and let's cha you too will not grant him that from which you would so gladly have withheld your sister so I will go and tell my master that you refuse to give him another appointment he had confidently expected an ascent and therefore started indignantly at her exclamation I intend to do just the contrary yet she eagerly added as if an explanation he must give me an account of himself no matter where and since it cannot be today tomorrow at latest the slave disappointed and anxious now tried to make her understand how foolish and hard to accomplish her wish was but she obstinately insisted upon having her own way bias angrily turned his back upon her and in the early light of the moon walked toward the shore but she hastened after him seized his arm and with imperious firmness commanded you will stay I must first know whether her mom really means to leave tennis so soon that was his intention early this morning replied the other releasing himself from her grasp what are we to do here longer now that his work is as good as finished but when is he going she urged with increased eagerness day after tomorrow was the reply in five or perhaps even in six days just as it suits him usually we do not even know today what is to be done tomorrow so long as the alexandrian remains he will scarcely leave her or mirthiless either probably she will take both hunting with her for though a kind of fair-minded woman she loves the chase and has both have finished their work they probably will not be reluctant to go with Daphne he stepped into the boat as he spoke but let's cha again detained him asking impatiently and the work as you call it it was covered with a cloth when I visited the studio but her money himself termed it the statue of a goddess yet what it represents does it look like my sister taos enough like her I mean to be recognized a half-compassionate half mocking smile flitted over the behemite's copper-colored visage and in a tone of patronizing instruction assumed by the better informed he began you are thinking of the face why no child what that requires can be founded the countenance of no behemite hard leaving in yours the fairest of all and the goddess's figure asked let's cha eagerly for that he first used as a model the fair haired heliodora whom he summoned from alexandria and as the wild cat could endure the loneliness only a fortnight the sisters naco and pagus came together but tennis was too quiet for them to the rabble can only be contented among those of their own sort in the capital the great preliminary work was already finished before we left alexandria and gula my sister they were not used for the demeter said the slave smiling just think that slender scarcely grown creature taos and their matronly patroness of marriage and gula true her little round face is fresh and not ill-looking but the model of a goddess requires something more that can only be obtained in alexandria what do not the women there do for the care of the body they learn it in the aphrodisiac as the boys study reading and writing but you what do you hear no even about coloring the eyelids in the lips curling the hair and treating the nails on the hands and feet and the clothes you let them hang just as you put them on and my master's work is full of folds and little lines in the robe and the peplos but i have stayed too long already do you really insist upon meeting her mon again i will and must see him she eagerly declared well then he answered harshly but if you cast my warning to the winds pity will also fly away with it i do not need it the girl retorted in a contemptuous tone then let fate take its course said the slave shrugging his shoulders regretfully my master shall learn what you wish i shall remain at home until the market is empty there are plenty of servants at your farm your messenger shall bring you her mon's answer i will come myself and wait for it under the case yeah she cried hastily and went toward the house but this time it was by us who called her back let's try reluctantly fulfilled his wish but she soon regretted it for though what he had to say was doubtless kindly meant it contained a fresh and severe offense the slave represented to her the possibility that so long as the daughter of Arceus remained his guest her mon might rebuff her like a troublesome beggar then as if sure of her cause she indignantly cut short his words you measure him according to your own standard and do not know what depends upon it for us remind him of the full moon on the coming night and though ten alexandrians detained him he would escape from them to hear what i bring him with these words let's sure again turned her back upon him but by us with a low implication pushed the boat from the shore and road toward the city end of chapter two read by kende of bahatrek.com book one chapter three of arachne this is a libervox recording all libervox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libervox.org recording by kende arachne by george ebers translated by mary j stafford chapter three when let's cha heard the strokes of the oars she stopped again and with glowing cheeks gazed after the boat and the glimmering silver furrow which had left upon the calm surface of the moonlit water her heart was heavy the doubts of her lover's sincerity which the slave had awakened tortured her proud soul was her mon really only trifling mischievously with her affection surely it was impossible she would rather endure everything everything than this torturing uncertainty yet she was here on the owls nest to seek the aid of old tabas's magic arts if anyone could give her satisfaction it was she and the demons who obeyed her will and the old woman was glad to bludge let's cha she was bound to her by closer ties than most people in tenees knew let's cha had no cause to be ashamed of her frequent visits to the owls nest for old tabas had no equal as a leech and a prophetess and the corsair family of which she was the female head stood in high repute among the beomites people bore them no ill will because they practiced piracy many of their race pursued the same calling and the sailors made common cause with them let's cha's father too was on good terms with the pirates and when abus a handsome fellow who commanded his father's second ship and had won a certain degree of renown by many a bold deed sought the hand of his eldest daughter he did not refuse him and only imposed the condition that when he had gained riches enough and made let's cha his wife he would seize his piratical pursuits and in partnership with him take goods and slaves from pontis to the syrian and egyptian harbors and grain and textiles from the nile to the coasts of the black sea young abus had yielded to this demand since his grandmother on the owls nest thought it wise to delay for a time the girl's marriage to him the best beloved of her grandsons she was then scarcely beyond childhood yet let's cha had felt a strong affection for the young pirate in whom she saw the embodiment of heroic manhood she accompanied him in imagination through all his perilous expeditions but she had been permitted to enjoy his society only after long intervals for a few days once he remained absent longer than usual and this very voyage was to have been his last on a pirate craft the peaceful seafaring life was to begin after his landing with the marriage let's cha had expected her lover's return with eager longing but week after week elapsed yet nothing was seen or heard of the ships owned by the owls nest family then a rumor spread that this time the corsairs were defeated in a battle with the syrian war galleys the first person who received sure tidings was old tabas her grandson hano who escaped with his life at the bidding of his father satibus who revered his mother had made his way to her amid great perils to convey the sorrowful news two of the best ships in the family had been sunk and on one the brave abbess let's just betrothed husband who commanded it had lost his life on the other the age of dames oldest son and three of her grandchildren tabas fell as if struck by lightning when she heard the tidings and since that time her tongue had lost its power of fluent speech her ear its sharpness but let's cha did not leave her side and saved her life by tireless faithful nursing neither satibus the old woman's second son who now commanded the little pirate fleet nor his sons hano and labaja had been seen in the neighborhood of teniz since the disaster but after tabas had recovered sufficiently to provide for herself let's cha returned to teniz to manage her father's great household and supply the mother's place to her younger sister taos she had not recovered the careless cheerfulness of earlier years but graver than the companions of her own age she absented herself from the gayities of the beamite maidens meanwhile her beauty had increased wonderfully and attracting attention far and wide drew many suitors from neighboring towns to teniz only a few however had made offers of marriage to her father the beautiful girls cold repellent manner disheartened them she herself desired nothing better yet it secretly incensed her and pierced her soul with pain to see herself at twenty unwedded while far less attractive companions of her own age had long been wives and mothers the arduous task which she had performed a short time before for her widowed sister had increased the seriousness of her disposition to sullen morose-ness after her return home she often rode to the al's nest for let's cha felt bound to old tabas and so far as lain her power under obligation to atone for the injury which the horror of her lover's sudden death had inflicted upon his grandmother now she had at last been subjugated by new passion love for the greek sculpture hermon who did his best to win the heart of the beamite girl whose oust steer extremely singular beauty attracted his artist eyes today let's cha had come to the sorceress to learn from her what awaited her and her love she had landed on the island sure of favorable predictions but now her hopes lay as if crushed by hailstones if by as who was superior to any ordinary slave was right she was to be degraded to a toy and useful tool by the men who had already proved his pernicious power over other women of her race even her own young sister whom she had hitherto guarded with faithful care it had by no means escaped her notice that the girl was concealing something from her though she did not perceive the true cause of the change the bright moon beams which now wove a silvery web over every surrounding object seemed like a mockery of her darkened soul if the demons of the heights and depths had been subject to her as to the aged enchantress she would have commanded them to cover the heavens with black clouds now they must show her what she had to hope or to fear she shook her head slightly as if she no longer believed in a favorable turn of affairs pushed the little curls which had escaped from the wealth of her black hair back from her forehead with her slender hand and walked firmly to the house the old dame was crouching beside the hearth in the middle room turning the metal spit on which she had put the ducks over the freshly kindled fire the smoke hurt her eyes which were slightly inflamed yet they seemed to serve their purpose better than her half dulled ear for after a swift glance at let's cha she stammered in her faltering speech what has happened nothing good certainly it is written on your face the girl nodded ascent pointed with a significant gesture to her eyes and the open air and went down to the shore again to convince herself that no other vessel was approaching what she had to confide to tabas was intended for her alone and experience taught how far spoken words could be heard at night over the water when she had returned to the hut she bent down to the old woman's ear and holding her curved hand to her lips cried he is not coming tabas shrugged her shoulders and the smile of satisfaction which flitted over her brown wrinkled face showed that the news was welcome for her murdered grandson's sake the girl's confession that she had given her heart to a greek affected her painfully but tabas also had something else on her mind for her beautiful darling now she only intimated by a silent nod that she understood let's cha and her head remained constantly in motion as the latter continued true i shall see him again tomorrow but when we part it will hardly be in love at any rate do you hear grandmother tomorrow must decide everything therefore do you understand me you must question the cords now tonight for tomorrow evening what they advised might be too late now repeated tabas in surprise letting her gaze rest inquiringly upon the girl then she took the spit from the fire exclaiming angrily directly do you mean as if that could be as if the stars obeyed us mortals like maids or men servants the moon must be at the full to learn the truth from the cords wait child what is life but waiting only have patience girl true few know how to practice this art at your age and it is alien to many all their lives but the stars from them the least and the greatest man can learn to go his way patiently year by year always the same course and the same pace no deviation even one hair's breath no swifter or slower movement for the unresting wanderers no sudden wrath no ardent desire no weariness or aversion urges or delays them how i love and honor them they willingly submit to the great law until the end of all things what they appoint for this hour is for it alone not for the next one everything in the vast universe is connected with them whoever should delay their course a moment would make the earth real night would become day the rivers would return to their sources people would walk on their heads instead of their feet joy would be transformed to sorrow and power to servitude therefore child the full moon has a different effect from the waxing or waning one during the other 29 nights of the month to ask of one what belongs to another is to expect an answer from the foreigner who does not understand your language how young you are child and how foolish to question the course for you in the moonlight now is to expect to gather grapes from thorns take my word for that here she interrupted the words uttered with so much difficulty and with her blackish blue cotton dress wiped her perspiring face is strangely flushed by the exertion and the firelight ledcha had listened with increasing disappointment the wise old dame was doubtless right yet before she ventured to the sculptures workshop the next day she must know at every cost how matters stood what she had to fear or to hope from him so after a brief silence she ventured to ask the question but are there only the stars in the course which predict what fate holds in store for one who is so nearly allied to you no child no was the reply but nothing can be done about looking into the future now it requires rigid fasting from early dawn and i ate the dates you brought me i inhaled the odor of the roasting ducks too and then it must be done at midnight and at midnight your people will be anxious if you are not at home by that time or perhaps send a slave to seek you here at my house and that that must not be done i must prevent it so you are expecting someone that's just eagerly replied and i know who it is your son satibus or one of your grandsons else why are the ducks cooked and for what is the wine jar which i just took from its hiding place a vehement gesture denial from tabus contradicted the girl's conjecture but directly after she scanned her with a keen searching glance and said no no we have nothing to fear from you surely poor abyss through him you will always belong to us in spite of the greek ours you are and ours you will remain the stars confirm it and you have always been faithful to the old woman you are shrewd and steadfast you would have been the right mate for him who was also wise and firm poor dear brave boy but why pity him because assault waves now flow over him fools that we are there's nothing better than death for it is peace and almost all of them have found it of nine sons and twenty grandsons only three are left the others are all calm after so much conflict and danger how long ago it is since seven perished at once the last three their turn will come to how i envy them that best of blessings only may they not also go before me here she lowered her voice and in a scarcely audible whisper murmured you shall know it my son sadapus with his brave boys hano and labaja are coming later in the evening about midnight if you protect them your powers above they will be with me and you child i know your soul to its inmost steps before you would betray the last of abyss's kindred my hand and tongue should wither let's cha passionately interrupted and then with zealous feminine solitude she asked whether the three ducks would suffice to satisfy the hunger of these strong men the old woman smiled and pointed to a pile of fresh leaves heaped one above another beneath which lays several fine shad they were not to be cooked until they expected visitors arrived and she had plenty of bread besides in the presence of these proofs of maternal solicitude the morose wrinkled countenance of the old sorceress wore a kind almost tender expression and the light of joyous anticipation beamed upon her young guest from her red-rimmed eyes i am to see them once more cried tabas in an agitated tone the last and all three all if they but no they will not set to work so near pelusium no no they will not less they should spoil the meeting with the old woman oh they are kind no one knows how kind my rough satabas can be he would be your father now girl if we could have kept our abyss he was the best of all longer it is fortunate that you are here for they must see you and it would have been hard for me to fetch the other things the salt the indian pepper and the jug of pelusine and zithis which satabas is always so fond of drinking then let's cha went into the ruinous left wing of the house where she took from a covered hole in the floor what the old woman had kept for the last of her race and she performed her task gladly and with a rare skill next she prepared the fish in the pan and while her hands were moving busily she earnestly entreated the old woman to gratify her wish and look into the future for her tabas however persisted in her refusal until let's cha again called her grandmother and entreated her by the heads of the three beloved ones whom she expected to fulfill her desire then the old dame rose and while the girl panting for breath took the roasted ducks from the spit the former with her own trembling hands drew from the little chest which she kept concealed behind a heap of dry wreaths branches and straw a shining copper dish tossed the gold coins which had been in it back into the box and moistened the bottom with the blackish red juice of the crepe from the wine jar after carefully making these preparations she called let's cha and repeated that the cords possessed the power of prophecy only on nights when the moon was full and that she would use another means of looking into the future then she commanded the girl to let her hands rest now and to think of nothing except the questions whose answer she had at heart lastly she muttered into the vessel a series of incantations which let's cha repeated after her and gazed as if spellbound at the dark liquid which covered the bottom the girl panting for breath watched every movement of the sorceress but sometime elapsed ere the latter suddenly exclaimed there he is and then without removing her eyes from the bottom of the vessel she went on with faltering accents as though she was describing a scene close before her eyes two young men both Greeks if the trust is not deceived one is at your right hand the other at your left the former is fair haired the glance of his eyes is deep and constant it is he I think but no his image is fading and you are turning your back upon him you do it intentionally no no you too are not destined for each other you think of the one with the waving black hair and the beard of him alone he is growing more and more distant a handsome man and how his brow shines yet his glance it sees more than that of many others but like the rest of his nature it lacks steadfastness here she paused raising her shaking head looked at let's just flushed face and in a grave warning tone said many signs of happiness but also many dark shadows and black spots if he is the one the child you must be on your guard he is murmured the girl softly as if speaking to herself but the deaf old crone had read the words from her lips and while gazing intently at the wine went on impatiently if the picture would only grow more distinct as it was so it has remained and now the image of the fair man with the deep blue eyes melts away entirely in a gray cloud flutters between you and the other one with the black beard if it would only scatter but we shall never make any progress in this way now pay attention girl the words had an imperious tone and with outstretched hand and throbbing heart let's just awaited the old woman's further commands they came at once and ordered her to confess as freely and openly as though she was talking to herself where she had met the man whom she loved how he had succeeded in snaring her heart and how he repaid her for the passion which he had awakened these commands were so confused and mingled in utterance that anyone less familiar with a speaker would scarcely have comprehended what they required of her but let's just understood and was ready to obey End of Chapter 3, Recording by Kehinde of Bahatrek.com Book 1, Chapter 4 of Arachne. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Kehinde. Arachne. By George Evers. Translated by Mary J. Stafford. Chapter 4 This reserved, thoroughly self-reliant creature would never have betrayed to any human being what moved her soul and filled it sometimes with inspiring hope, sometimes with a consuming desire for vengeance. But let's just did not shrink from confiding it to the demons who were to help her to regain her composure. So obeying a swift impulse, she threw herself on her knees by the old woman's side. Then, supporting her head with her hands, she gazed at the still glimmering fire and, as if one memory after another received a new life from it, she began the difficult confession. I returned from my sister's bricklin a fortnight ago. She commenced, while the sorceress leaned her deaf ear nearer to her lips. During my absence something, I know not what it was, had saddened the cheerful spirits of my young sister, Theos. At the recent festival of Astarte, she regained them and obtained some beautiful bright flowers to make wreaths for herself and me. So we joined the procession of the Tenees maidens and, as the fairest, they placed us directly behind the daughters of Hyrum. When we were about to go home after the sacrifice, two young Greeks approached us and greeted Hyrum's daughters and my sister also. One was a quiet young man with narrow shoulders and light curling hair. The other towered above him in stature. His powerful figure was magnificently formed and he carried his head with its splendid black beard proudly. Since the gods snatched Abbas from me, though so many men had wooed me, I had cared for no one. But the fair-haired Greek with the sparkling light in his blue eyes and the faint flush on his cheeks pleased me and his name, Myrtleis, fell upon my ear like music. I was glad when he joined me and asked, as simplest though he were merely inquiring the way, why he had never seen me, the loveliest among the beauties in the temple, in Tenees. I scarcely noticed the other. Besides, he seemed to have eyes only for Teas and the daughters of Hyrum. He played all sorts of pranks with them and they laughed so heartily that, fearing the strangers of whom there was no lack, might class them with a Hyrodalee who followed the sailors and young men in the temple grottoes, a motion to Teas to restrain herself. Hermon, this was the name of the tall-bearded man, noticed it and turned toward me. In doing so his eyes met mine, and it seemed as though sweet wine flowed through my veins, for I perceived that my appearance paralyzed his reckless tongue. Yet he did not accost me, but Myrtleis, the fair one, entreated me not to lessen for the beautiful children the pleasure to which we are all born. I thought this remark foolish, how much sorrow and how little pleasure I had experienced from childhood, so I only shrugged my shoulders disdainfully. Then the black-bearded man asked if, young and beautiful as I was, I had forgotten to believe in mirth and joy. My reply was intended to tell him that, though this was not the case, I did not belong to those who spent their lives in loud laughing and extravagant chests. The answer was aimed at the black-bearded man's reckless conduct, but the fair-haired one parried the attack in his stead and retorted that I seemed to misunderstand his friend. Pleasure belonged to a festival as light belonged to the sun, but usually Hermon labored earnestly, and only a short time before he had saved the little daughter of Gula, the sailor's wife from a burning house. The other did not let Myrtleis finish, but exclaimed this would only confirm my opinion of him, for this very leap into the flames had afforded him the utmost joy. The words fell from his bearded lips as if the affair was very simple, a mere matter of course, yet I knew that the bold deed had nearly cost him his life. I said to myself that no one but our Abbas would have done it, and then I may have looked at him more kindly, for he cried out that I, too, understood how to smile, and would never cease doing so if I knew how it became me. As he spoke he turned away from the girls to my side while Myrtleis joined them. Hermon's handsome face had become grave and thoughtful, and when our eyes met I could have wished that they would never part again. But on account of the others I soon looked down at the ground, and we walked on in this way side by side for some distance. But as he did not address a word to me, only sometimes gazed into my face as if seeking or examining, I grew vexed, and asked why he, who had just entertained the others gaily enough, had suddenly become so silent. He shook his head and answered, every word impressed itself firmly upon my memory. Because speech fails even the eloquent when confronted with a miracle. What, except me and my beauty, could be meant by that? But he probably perceived how strangely his words confused me, for he suddenly seized my hand, pressing it so firmly that it hurt me, and while I tried to withdraw it he whispered, How though immortals must love you, that they lend you so large a share of their own divine beauty. Greek honey interposed the sorceress, but strong enough to turn such a poor young head. And what more happened? The demons desired to hear all, all, down to the last detail, all. The last detail, repeated Lettschia reluctantly, gazing into vacancy as if seeking aid. Then pressing her hand on her brow she indignantly exclaimed. If I only knew myself how it conquered me so quickly, if I could understand and put it into intelligible words, I should need no stranger's counsel to regain my peace of mind. But as it is. I was driven by my anxiety from temple to temple and now to you and your demons. I went from hour to hour zowing a burning fever, if I left the house firmly resolved, to rethink myself and, as I had bitten my sister, avoid danger in the gossip of the people, my feet still led me only where he desired to meet me. Oh, and how well he understood how to flatter, to describe my beauty. Surely it was impossible not to believe in it and trust its power. Here she hesitated, and while gazing silently into vacancy a sunny light flitted over her grave face, and drawing a long breath she began again. I could curse those days of weakness and ecstasy which now, at least I hope so, are over. Yet they were wonderfully beautiful, and never can I forget them. Here she again bowed her head silently, but the old dame nodded encouragingly, saying eagerly, Well, well, I understand all that, and I shall learn what more is coming, for whatever appears in the mirror of the wine is infallible. But it must become still more distinct. Let me first conjure up the seventy-seven great and the seven hundred and seventy-seven little demons. They will do their duty, if you open your heart to us, without reserve. This demand sounded urgent enough, and let's cha-pressed her head against the old woman's shoulder, as if seeking assistance, exclaiming, I cannot, no, I cannot, as if the spirits obey you did not know already what had happened, and will happen in the future. Let them search the depths of my soul. There they will see with their own eyes what I should never, never succeed in describing. I could not tell even you, Grandmother, for who among the Beomites ever found such lofty, heart-bewitching words as Hermon? And what looks? What language he had at command, when he desired to put an end to my jealous complaints? Could I still be angry with him, when he confessed that there were other beauties here who me admired, and then gazed deep into my eyes, and said that when I appeared they all vanished like the stars at sunrise? Then every reproach was forgotten, and resentment was transformed into doubly ardent longing. This, however, by no means escaped his clean glance, which detects everything. And so he urged me with touching ardent entreaties to go with him to his studio, though, but for one poor brief hour. And he granted his wish, Tabos anxiously interrupted. Yes, she answered frankly, but it was the evening of the day before yesterday, that was the only time. Secrecy nothing, Grandmother, was more hateful to me from childhood. But he, the old woman again interrupted, he, I know it, he praised it to use the noblest virtue. A silent nod from Lettscher confirmed this conjecture, and she added hesitatingly. Only far from the haunts of men, he said, when the light had vanished, did we hear the nightingale trill in the dark thickets. Those are his own words, and though it angers you, Grandmother, they are true. Until the secrecy is over, and the sun shines upon mystery, the sorceress answered in her faltering speech with menacing severity. And beneath the tempter's roof you enjoyed the lauded secret love until the cock roused you. No, replied Lettscher firmly, did I ever tell you a lie that you look at me so incredibly? Incredulously, replied the old woman in protest, I only trembled at the danger into which you plunged. There could be no greater peril. The girl admitted, I first saw it clearly enough, and yet this is the most terrible part of it, yet my feet moved as if obeying a will of their own, instead of mine, and when I crossed his threshold resistance was silenced, for I was received like a princess. The lofty spacious apartment was brilliantly illuminated, and the door was garlanded with flowers. It was magnificent. Then, in a manner as respectful as if welcoming an illustrious guest, he invited me to take my place opposite to him that he might form a goddess after my model. This was the highest flattery of all, and I willingly assumed the position he directed, but he looked at me from every side with sparkling eyes and asked me to let down my hair and remove the veil from the back of my head. Then, need I assure you of it, my blood boiled with righteous indignation, but instead of being ashamed of the outrage, he raised his hand to my head and pulled the veil. Resentment and wrath suddenly flamed in my soul, and before he could detain me, I had left the room. In spite of his representations and entreaties, I did not enter it again. Yet, asked the sorcerers in perplexity, you once more obeyed his summons. Yesterday also I could not help it. Let's cha answer softly. Fool! cried Tabiths indignantly, but the girl exclaimed in a tone of sincere shame. You do well to call me that. Perhaps I deserve still harsher names, before, in spite of the sternest with which I forbade him ever to remind me of the studio by even a single word, I soon listened to him willingly when he besought me, if I really loved him, not to refuse what would make him happy. If I allowed him to model my figure, his renown and greatness would be secured. And how clearly he made me understand this, I could not help believing it. And at last promised that in spite of my father and the women of Tennis, I would grant all, all, and accompany him again to the workroom, if he would have patience, until the night of the next day, but one, when the moon would be at the full. And he asked tapasanctiously. He called the brief hours which I required him to wait an eternity, replied the girl, and they seemed no less long to me, but neither in treaties nor urgency availed, what you predicted for me from the chords last year strengthened my courage. I should wantonly throw away. I constantly reminded myself, whatever great good fortune fate destined for me if I yielded to my longing and took prematurely what was already so close at hand for. Do you remember? At that time it was promised that on a night when the moon was at the full, a new period of the utmost happiness would begin for me. And now, unless everything deceives me, now it awaits me. Whether it will come with the full moon of tomorrow night, or the next, or the following one, your spirits alone can know. But yesterday was surely too soon to expect the new happiness. And he asked the old dame. He certainly did not make it easy for me, was the reply, but as I remained firm, he was obliged to yield. I granted only his earnest desire to see me again this evening. I fancy I can still hear him exclaim with loving impetuosity that he hated every day and every night which kept him from me. And now, now, for another sake he lets me wait for him in vain, and if his slave does not lie, this is only the beginning of his infamous treacherous game. She had uttered the last words in a whore's cry, but Tabus answered soothingly, hush, child, hush. The first thing is to see clearly if I am to interpret correctly what is shown me here. The demons are to be fully informed they have required it, but you. Did you come to hear where the spirits still intend to keep the promise they made then? Let's cha eerily assented to this question, and the old woman continued urgently. Then tell me first what suddenly incenses you so violently against the man whom you have so highly praised? The girl related what had formerly been rumored in tennis, and which she had just heard from the slave. He had lured other women, even her innocent young sister, to his studio. Now he wanted to induce Letchia to go there, not from love, but merely to model her limbs so far as he considered them useful for his work. He was in haste to do so, because he intended to return to the capital immediately. Whether he meant to leave her in the lurch after using her for his selfish purposes, she also desired to learn from the sorcerers. But she would ask him that question herself to-morrow. Well betide him if the spirits recognized in him the deceiver she now believed him. Hitherto Tabis had listened quietly, but when she closed her passionate threats through the exclamation that he also deserved punishment for alienating Gula, the sailor's wife from her absent husband, the enchantress also lost her composure and cried out angrily. If that is true, if the Greek really commuted that crime, then certainly the foreigners destroy with their laughing levity much that is good among us. We must endure it, but whoever broke the Beomite's marriage bond from the earliest times forfeited his life, and so the gods be thanked it has remained. This very last year the fisherman Tabis killed with a hammer the Alexandrian clerk who had stolen into his house and drowned his faithless wife. But your lover, though you should weep for sorrow till your eyes are red. I would denounce the traitor if he made himself worthy of death. Let's chub passionately interrupt it with flashing eyes. What portion of the slave's charge is true will appear at once, and if it proves correct to-morrow's full moon shall indeed bring me the greatest bliss, for though, when I was younger and happier, I contradicted. Tabis, when he declared that one thing surpassed even the raptures of love, satisfied vengeance, now I would agree with him. A loud cry of, right, right, from the old crown's lips expressed the grey-haired Beomite's pleasure in this worthy daughter of her race. Then she again gazed at the wine in the vessel, and this time she did so silently as if spellbound by the mirror on its bottom. At last, raising her aged head, she sat in a tone of the most sincere compassion. Poor child, yes, you would be cruelly and shamefully deceived. Tear your love for this man from your heart like poisonous hemlock. But the full moon which is to bring you great happiness is scarcely the next, perhaps not even the one which follows it, but surely, and certainly, a later one will rise, by whose light the utmost bliss awaits you. True, I see it come from another man than the Greek. The girl had listened with panting breath. She believed as firmly in the infallibility of the knowledge which the witch received from the demons who obeyed her as she did in her own existence. All her happiness, all that had filled her joyous soul with freshly awakened hopes, now lay shattered at her feet, and sobbing aloud, she threw herself down beside the old woman and buried her beautiful face in her lap. Completely overwhelmed by the great misfortune which had come upon her without thinking of the vengeance which had just made her hold her head so proudly erect, or the rare delight which a later full moon was to bring, she remained motionless, while the old woman who loved her, and who remembered an hour in the distant past when she herself had been dissolved in tears at the prediction of another prophetess, laid her trembling hand upon her head. Let the child weep her fill. Time perhaps vengeance also cured many a heartache, and when they had accomplished this office upon the girl who had once been betrothed to her grandson, perhaps the full moon bringing happiness, whose appearance first the cords, then the wine mirror in the bottom of the vessel had predicted, would come to Lettschia, and she believed she knew at whose side the girl could regain what she had twice lost, satisfaction for the young heart that yearned for love. Only wait, wait, she cried at last, repeating the consoling words again and again, till Lettschia raised her tear-stained face. Impulse urged her to kiss the sufferer, but as she bent over the mourner, the copper dish slipped from her knees and fell rattling on the floor. Lettschia started up in terror, and at the same moment the Alexandrian packs of hounds on the shore opposite to the owl's nest began to bark so loudly that the deaf old woman heard the bang as if it came from a great distance, but the girl ran out into the open air, and, returning at the end of a few minutes, called joyously to the sorceress from the threshold, they are coming. They, they, faltered Tabas, hurriedly pushing her disordered gray hair under the veil on the back of her head, while exclaiming, scarcely able to use her voice in her joyous excitement. I knew it. He keeps his word. My satibus is coming. The ducks, the bread, the fish, girl. Good loyal heart. Then a wide long shadow fell across the dimly lighted room, and from the darkened threshold a strangely deep, gasping peel of laughter rang from a man's broad breast. Satibus, my boy! The witches shriek rows above the peculiar sound. Mother! answered the gray-bearded lips of the pirate. For one short moment he remained standing at the door with outstretched arms, then he took a step toward the beloved being from whom he had been separated for more than two years, and suddenly throwing himself down before her, while his huge, lower limbs covered part of the floor, he stretched his hands toward the little crooked old woman who had not strength to rise from her crouching posture, and seizing her with loving impetuosity, lifted her as if she were a child, and placing her on his knees drew her into a close embrace. Tabus willingly submitted to this act of violence, and passing her thin left arm around her son's bull-neck with her free hand, padded his bearded cheeks, wrinkled brow, and bushy, almost white hair. No intelligible words passed the lips of either the mother or the son at this meeting. Nothing but a confused medley of tender and uncouth natural sounds which no language knows. Yet they understood each other, and Letchia, who had moved silently aside, also comprehended that these low laughs, moans, cries, and stammerers were the expression of love of two deeply agitated hearts, and for a moment an emotion of envy seized her. The gods had early bereft her of her mother, while this savage fighter against the might of the waves, justice, law, and their pitiless, two powerful defenders, this man, already on the verge of age, still possessed his, and sonned his rude heart in her love. It was some time before the old pirate had satisfied his yearning for affection, and placed his light burden down beside the fire. Tabus now regained the power to utter distinct words, and, difficult as it was for her half-paralyzed tongue to speak, she poured a flood of tender pet-names, and affectionate thanks upon the head of her rude son, the last one left, who had grown grey in bloody warfare, but with the eyes of her soul she again saw in him the little boy whom, with warm maternal love, she had once pressed to her breast and cradled in her arms. When, in his rough fashion, he warmly returned her professions of tenderness, her eyes grew wet with tears, and at the question what he could still find in her a withered, good-for-nothing little creature, who just dragged along from one day to another an object of pity to herself, he again burst into his mighty laugh, and his deep voice shouted, Do you want to know that, but where would be the lime that holds us on the ships if you were no longer here? The best capture wouldn't be worth a track'em if we could not say, Hurrah! how pleased the old mother will be when she hears it! And when things go badly, when men have been wounded or perished in the sea, we should despair of our lives if we did not know that whatever troubles our hearts the old mother feels too, and we shall always get from her the kind words needed to press on again. And then, when the straight is sore and life is at stake, whence would come the courage to cast the die if we did not know that you are with us day and night and will send your spirits to help us if the need is great? Hundreds of times they rushed to our aid just at the right time and assisted us to hew off the hand of the foe who was already choking us, but that is only something extra which we could do without if necessary, that you are here, that a man still has his dear mother whose heart wishes us everything good and our foe's death and destruction whose aged eyes will weep if anything harms us, that, mother dear, that is the main thing. He bent his clumsy figure over her as he spoke, and cautiously, as if he were afraid of doing her some injury, kissed her head with tender care. Then rising, he turned to Lettschia, whom he always regarded as his dead sons betrothed, bright, and greeted her with sincere kindness. Her great beauty strengthened his plan of uniting her to his oldest son, and when the latter entered the house, he cast a searching glance at him. The result was favorable, for a smile of satisfaction flitted over his scarred features. The young pirate's stately figure was not inferior in height to the old ones, but his shoulders were narrower, his features less broad and full, and his hair and beard had the glossy raven hue of the blackbird's plumage. The young man paused on the threshold in embarrassment, and gazed at Lettschia with pleased surprise. When he saw her last, his grandmother had not been stricken by paralysis, and the girl was the promised wife of his older brother, to whom custom forbade him to raise his eyes. He had thought of her, numberless times as the most desirable of women. Now nothing prevented his wooing her, and finding her far more beautiful than memory had shewed her, strengthen his intention of winning her. This purpose had matured in the utmost secrecy. He had concealed it even from his father and his brother Labaja, who was still keeping watch on the ships, for he had a reserved disposition, and though obliged to obey his father, wherever it was possible he pursued his own way. Though Satebus shared Hano's wish, it vexed him that at this meeting, after so long a separation, his son should neglect his beloved and honoured mother for the sake of a beautiful girl. So, turning his back on Lettschia, he seized the young giant's shoulder with a powerful grip to drag him toward the old woman. But Hano perceived his error, and now in brief but affectionate words showed his grandmother that he too rejoiced at seeing her again. The sorceress gazed at her grandson's stalwart figure with a pleasant smile, and after welcoming him exclaimed to Lettschia, it seems as if Abbas had risen from the grave. The girl vouchsafed her dead lover's brother a brief glance, and, while pouring oil upon the fish in the pan, answered carelessly, he is a little like him. Not only in person remarked the old pirate with fatherly pride and pointing to the broad scar across the young man's forehead, visible even in the dim light he added by way of explanation. When we took vengeance for Abbas, he bore away that decoration of honour. The blow nearly made him follow his brother, but the youth first sent the souls of half a dozen enemies to greet him in the netherworld. Then Lettschia held out her hand to Hano, and permitted him to detain it till an ardent glance from his black eyes met hers, and she withdrew it plushing. As she did so she set to Tabas. You can put them on the fire, and there stands whatever else you need. I must go home now. In taking leave of the men she asked if she could hope to find them here again the next day. The full moon will make it damnably light, replied the father, but they will scarcely venture to assail the right of asylum, and the ships anchored according to regulation at the Tanees, with a cargo of wood from Sinope. Besides, for two years people have believed that we have abandoned this waters, and the guards think that if we should return, the last time to choose it would be these bright nights. Still I should not like to decide anything positively about the morrow until news came from Labaja. You will find me whatever happens, Hano declared after his father had seized speaking. Old Tabas exchanged a swift glance with her son, and Satapa said, He is his own master. If I am obliged to go, which may happen, then my girl, you must be content with the youth. Besides, you are better suited to him than to the grey beard. He shook his hands with let's just he spoke, and Hano accompanied her to her boat. At first he was silent, but as she was stepping into the skiff he repeated his promise of meeting her here the following night. Very well, she answered quickly, perhaps I may have a commission to give you. I will fulfill it, he answered firmly. Tomorrow then, she called, unless something unexpected prevents. But when seated on the thwart, she again turned tame and asked, Does it need a long time to bring your ship with brave men on board to this place? We can be here in four hours, and with favourable winds, still sooner, was the reply. Even if it displeases your father, even then, and though the gods, many as there are, should forbid, if only your gratitude will be gained. It will, she answered firmly, and the water splashed lightly under the strokes of her oars. End of Chapter 4 In the extreme northern portion of the little city of Tenees, a large perfectly plain, white-washed building stood on an open grass-grown square. The side facing the north rested upon a solid substructure of hard blocks of hewn stone washed by the waves. This protecting wall extended along both sides of the long plain edifice, and prevented the water from overflowing the open space which belonged to it. Arceus, the owner of the largest weaving establishment in Tenees, the father of the Alexandrian aristocrat who had arrived the evening before, was the owner of the house, as well as of the broad plain on which he had had it built, with an indestructible seawall to serve as a storehouse to receive the supplies of linen, flax, and wool which were manufactured in his factories. It was favorably suited for this purpose, for the raw materials could be moved from the ships which brought them to Tenees directly into the building. But as the factories were at a considerable distance, the transportation required much time and expense, and therefore Arceus had had a canal dug connecting the workshops with the water, and at its end erected a new storehouse, which rendered a second transportation of the ship's cargoes unnecessary. The white mansion had not yet been devoted to any other purpose when the owner determined to offer the spacious empty rooms of the warehouse to his nephews, the sculptures Hermon and Myrtleis, for the production of two works with whose completion he associated expectations of good fortune both for the young artists who were his nephews and wards and himself. The very extensive building which now contained the studios and spacious living apartments for the sculptures and their slaves would also have afforded ample room for his daughter and her attendants. But Daphne had learned from the reports of the artists that rats, mice, and other disagreeable vermin shared the former storehouse with them, so she had preferred to have tents pitched in the large open space which belonged it. True, the broad field was exposed to the burning sun, and its soil was covered only with sand and piddly scorched turf, but three palm trees, a few sun acacias, two carob trees, a small clump of fig trees, and the superb wide-branched sycamore on the extreme outer edge had won for it the proud name of a garden. Now a great change in its favor had taken place for Daphne's beautiful tent with walls and top of blue and white striped sailcloth, and the small adjoining tents of the same colors gave it a brighter aspect. The very roomy main tent contained the splendidly furnished sitting and dining rooms. The beds occupied by Daphne and her companion, Chrysilla, had been placed in an adjoining one which was nearly as large, and the cook with his assistants was quartered in a third. The headkeeper, the master of the hounds, and most of the slaves remained in the transports which had followed the state galley. Some had slept under the open sky beside the dog-cannell hastily erected for Daphne's pack of hounds. So on the morning after the wholly unexpected arrival of the owner's daughter, the garden in front of the White House, but yesterday a desolate field resembled an encampment whose busy life was varied and noisy enough. Slaves and freedmen had been a stir before sunrise, for Daphne was up at times in order to begin the hunt in the early hour when the birds left their secret nooks on the islands. Her cousins, the young sculptures to please her, had gone out, too, but the sport did not last long for when the marketplace of tennis, just between the morning and noontide hours, was most crowded. The little boats which the hunters had used again touched the shore. With them and Daphne's servants, seafaring men, also left the boats. Be amite fishermen, and boatmen who knew the breeding places and nests of the feathered prey, and before them, barking loudly and shaking their dripping bodies, the young, huntresses' brown and white-spotted dogs ran toward the tents. Dark-skinned slaves carried the game which had been tied in bunches while in the boats to the White House where they laid three rows of large waterfowl upon the steps leading to the entrance. Daphne's arrows were supposed to have killed all these, but the master of the hunt had taken care to place among his mistresses' booties some of the largest pelicans and vultures which had been shot by the others. Before retiring to her tent, she inspected the result of the shooting expedition and was satisfied. She had been told of the numbers of birds in this archipelago, for the quantity of game which had been killed far exceeded her greatest expectations, and her pleasant blue eyes sparkled with joy as she began to examine the birds which had been slaughtered in so short a time. Yet ere she had finished the task, a slight shadow flitted over her well-formed and attractive though not beautiful features. The odor emanating from so many dead fowls on which the sun already high in the heavens was shining became disagreeable to her and a strong sense of discomfort whose cause, however, she did not seek, made her turn from them. The movement with which she did so was full of quiet, stately grace, and the admiring glance with which Hermon, a tall black bearded young man watched it, showed that he knew how to value the exquisite symmetry of her figure. The somewhat full outlines of her form and the self-possession of her bearing would have led everyone to think her a young matron rather than a girl, but the two artists who accompanied her on the shooting party had been intimate with her from childhood and knew how much modesty and genuine kindness of heart were united with the resolute nature of this maiden who numbered two and twenty years. Fair-haired Myrtleus seemed to pay little heed to the game which Gras, Arceus, Pythinian how steward was counting, but black bearded Hermon had given it more attention, and when Daphne drew back he nodded approvingly and pointing to the heap of motionless inhabitants of the air exclaimed with sincere regret. Firepanas, human wretches, with the most bloodthirsty hyena destroy such a number of living creatures in a few hours. Other beasts of prey do not kill even one wretched sparrow more than they need to appease their hunger, but we, and you tender-hearted priestess of a gracious goddess leading us friends of the muse, we pursue a different course. What a mound of corpses, and what will become of it. Perhaps a few geese and ducks will go into the kitchen but the rest. The red flamingos and the brave pelicans who feed their young with their own blood. They are only fit to throw away, for the behemites eat no game that is shot, and your black slaves too would refuse to taste it. So we destroy hundreds of lives for past time. Baseword. As if we had so many superfluous hours at our disposal ere we descend into Hades. A philosopher among brutes would be entitled to cry out, Shame upon you, raging monster. Shame on you, your perpetual grumbler. Interrupted Daphne in an offended tone. Who would ever have thought it cruel to test the steady hand and the keen eye upon senseless animals in the joyous chase, but what shall we call the fault finder who spoils his friend's innocent enjoyment of a heavy mourning by his sharp reproaches. Hermann shrugged his shoulders and in a voice which expressed far more compassion than resentment answered. If this pile of dead birds pleases you go on with a slaughter. You can sometimes save the arrows and catch the swarming game with your hands. If your lifeless victims yonder were human beings, after all, they would have caused thank you for what is existence. To these creatures everything, said Myrtleus, the Alexandrian's other cousin, beckoning to Daphne, who had summoned him to her aid by a beseeching glance to draw nearer. Gladly as I would always and everywhere uphold your cause, I cannot do so this time. Only look here. Your arrow merely broke the wing of Yonder's sea eagle, and he is just recovering from the shock. What a magnificent fellow! How wrathfully and vengefully his eyes sparkle! How fiercely he stretches his brave head toward us in helpless fury and, step back, how vigorously spite of the pain of his poor wounded, drooping pinion, he flaps the other and raises his yellow claws to punish his foes. His plumage glistens and shines exquisitely, where it lies smooth and how savagely he puffs out the feathers on his neck. A wonderful spectacle! The embodiment of powerful life! And the others by his side would transform the poor creatures into a motionless, miserable mass, and just now they were cleaving the air with their strong wings, proclaiming by proud glad cries to their families among the reeds their approach with an abundant store of prey. Everyone was a feast to the eyes before our arrow struck it, and now, when Hermon with his pitying heart condemns this kind of hunting, he is right, it deprives free, harmless creatures of their best possession life, and us thereby of a pleasant sight. In general a bird's existence seems to me also of little value, but beauty to me as to you transcends everything else. What would existence be without it, and wherever it appears to injure it is infamous. Here a slight cough interrupted the young artist, and the moist glitter of his blue eyes also portrayed that he was suffering from an attack of severe pain in his lungs, but Daphne nodded assent to him and to Hermon also, and commanded the steward grass to take the birds out of her sight. But, said the Pythinian, our mistress will doubtless allow us at least to take the hard lower part of the pelican's beaks, and the wing feathers of the flamingos and birds of prey to show our master on our return as trophies. Trophies, repeated the girls scornfully, Hermon you are better than I and the rest of us, and I see that you are right, where game flies toward us in such quantities hunting becomes almost a murder, and successes won by so slight an exertion offer a little charm. The second expedition before sunset grass shall be given up. The master of the hounds, with his men and the dogs, will return home on the transports this very day. I am disgusted with sport here. Birds of prey and those only when brought down from the air would probably be the right game in this place. Those are the very ones to which I would grant life, said Hermon smiling, because they enjoy it most. Then we will at least save the sea eagle, cried Daphne, and ordered the steward, who was already having the deadfile carried off, to care for the wounded bird of prey. But when the latter struck furiously with his beak at the BMI to attempt to remove it, Hermon again turned to the girl, saying, I thank you in the eagle's name for your good will, you best of women, but I fear even the most careful nursing will not help this wounded creature, for the higher one seeks to soar. The more surely he goes to destruction if his power of flight is broken. Mine too was seriously injured. Here? asked Daphne anxiously, at this time which is of such great importance to you and your art. Then she interrupted herself to ask Myrtleus's opinion, but as he had gone away coughing she continued in a softer tone. How anxious you can make one, Hermon! Has anything really happened which clouds your pleasure in creating and your hope of success? Let us wait, he answered, hastily throwing back his head with its thick, waving raven locks. If in leaping over the ditch I should fall into the marsh, I must endure it if thereby I can only reach the shore where my roses bloom. Then you fear that you have failed in the dimeter, asked Daphne. Failed, repeated the other, that seems too strong. Only the work is not proving as good as I originally expected, for the head we both used a model you will see, whose fitness could not be surpassed. But the body! Myrtleus knows how earnestly I labored, and without looking to the right or the left, devoted all my powers to the task of creation. True, the models did not remain, but even had a magic spell doubled my ability, the toil would still have been futile. The error is there, yet I am repairing it. To be sure many things must aid me in doing so, for which I now hope, who knows whether it will not again be in vain. You are acquainted with my past life. It has never yet granted me any great, complete success, and if I was occasionally permitted to pluck a flower, my hands were pricked by thorns and nettles. He pursed up his lips as if to hiss the unfriendly fate, and Daphne felt that he, whose career she had watched from childhood with the interest of affection, and to whom, though she did not confess it even to herself, she had clung for years with far more than sisterly love, needed a kind word. Her heart ached, and it was difficult for her to assume the cheerful tone which she desired to use, but she succeeded, and her voice sounded gay and careless enough, as she exclaimed to the by no means happy artist and myrtilus, who was just returning. Give up your foolish opposition, you obstinate men, and let me see what you have accomplished during this long time. You promised my father that you would show your work to no one before him, but believe my words if he were here he would give you back the pledge and lead me himself to the last production of your study. Compassion would compel you disobliging fellows to yield if you could only imagine how curiosity tortures us women. We can conquer it, where more indifferent matters are concerned, but here it need not make you vainer than you already are, but accept my father, you are dearest in all the world to me. And then only listen. In my character's priestess, ebdimeter, I hereby release you from your vow, and thus from any evil consequences of you or moreover very trivial guilt, for a father and daughter who live together as I do with your uncle are just the same as one person. So come, wear it as I am by the miserable hunting excursion which caused me such vexation in the presence of your works, rely upon it, I shall instantly be gay again, and all my life will thank you for your noble indulgence. While speaking she walked toward the White House, beckoning to the young men with a winning, encouraging smile. It seemed to produce the effect intended, for the artists looked at each other, irresolately, and Hermon was already asking himself whether Daphne's arguments had convinced Myrtillus also, when the latter, in great excitement, called after her. How gladly we would do it, but we must not fulfill your wish, for it was no light promise. No, your father exacted an oath. He alone can absolve us from the obligation of showing him before anyone else, what we finish here. It is not to be submitted to the judges until after he has seen it. Listen to me. Daphne interrupted with urgent warmth, and began to assail the artists with fresh entreaties. For the second time Black-bearded Hermon seemed inclined to give up his resistance, but Myrtillus cried in zealous refusal. For Hermon's sake I insist upon my denial. The judges must not talk about the work until both tasks are completed. For then each of us will be as good as certain of a prize. I myself believe that the one for Demeter will fall to me. But Hermon will succeed better with the arachne, asked Daphne eagerly. Myrtillus warmly assented, but Hermon exclaimed, if I could only rely upon the goodwill of the judges. Why not? the girl interrupted. My father is just, the king is an incorruptible connoisseur, and certainly yesterday evening you, too, believed the others to be honest men, as for your fellow candidate Myrtillus he will no more grudge a prize to you than to himself. Why should he? asked Hermon, as if he, too, was perfectly sure of his friend. We have shared many a bit of bread together. When we determined upon this competition each knew the other's ability. Your father commissioned us to create Peaceful Demeter, the patroness of agriculture, peace, marriage, and arachne, the mortal who was the most skillful of spinners, for he is both a grain dealer and owner of spinning factories. The best Demeter is to be placed in the Alexandrian Temple of the Goddess, to whose priestesses you belong, the less successful one in your own house in the city. But whose Demeter is disdained for the sanctuary I repeat is now virtually decided. Myrtillus will add this prize to the others, and grant me with all his heart the one for the arachne. The subject at any rate is better adapted to my art than to his, and so I should be tolerably certain of my cause. Yet my anxiety about the verdict of the judges remains, for surely you know how much the majority are opposed to my tendency. I and the few Alexandrians who, following me, sacrifice beauty to truth, swim against the stream which bears you, Myrtillus, and those who are on your side smoothly along. I know that you do it from, through conviction, but with other acknowledged great artists and our judges you too demand beauty, always beauty. Am I right or wrong? Is not anyone who refuses to follow in the footsteps left by the ancients of Athens as certain of condemnation as the convicted thief or murderer? But I will not follow the lead of the Athenians, inimitably great though they are in their own way, because I would faint be more than the ancients of Elysis, a disciple, and an Alexandrian. The never-ending dispute, Myrtillus answered his fellow artist, with a cordiality in which, nevertheless, there was a slight accent of pity. Surely you know it, Daphne, to me the ideal and its embodiment within the limits of the natural according to the models of Phidius, Polycletus, and Myron is the highest goal, but he and his co-workers seek objects nearer at hand. Or rather we found them, cried Hermon, interrupting his companion with angry positiveness. The city of Alexandria, which is growing with unprecedented figure, is their home. They are the place to which every race on earth sends a representative. The pulse of the whole world is throbbing. There, whoever does not run with the rest is run over. There, but one thing is important, actual life. Science has undertaken to fathom it, and the results which it gains with measures and numbers is of a different value, and more lasting than that which the idle sport of the intellects of the older philosophers obtained. But art, her nobler sister, must pursue the same paths. To occupy life as it is, to reproduce the real as it presents itself, not as it might or must be, is the task which I set myself. If you would have me carve gods, whom man cannot represent to himself except in his own form, allow me also to represent them as reality shows me mortals. I will form them after the models of the greatest, highest, and best, and also when the subject permits, in powerful action in accordance with my own power, but always as real men from head to foot. We must also cling to the old symbols, which those who order demand, because they serve as signs of recognition, and my dimeter too received the bundle of wheat. As the excited artist uttered this challenge, a defiant glance rested upon his comrade and Daphne. But, myrtilus, with a soothing gesture of the hand, answered, What is the cause of this heat? I at least watch your work with interest, and to not dispute your art, so long as it does not cross the boundaries of the beautiful, which to me are those of art. Here the conversation was interrupted. The steward grass brought a letter, which a courier from Pelusium had just delivered. Thion, the wife of Philipus, the commander of the strong border fortress of Pelusium, near Teneis, had written it. She and her husband had been intimate friends of her mom's father, who had served under the old general as hip-hark, and through him had become well acquainted with his wealthy brother, Arceus, and his relatives. The Alexandrian merchant had informed Philipus, whom, like all the world, he held in the highest honour as one of the former companions of Alexander the Great, of his daughter's journey, and his wife now announced her visit to Daphne. She expected to reach Teneis that evening with her husband and several friends, and mentioned especially her anticipation of meeting Hermon, the son of her beloved Aragon, and her husband's brave companion in arms. Daphne and Myrtilus received the announcement with pleasure, but Hermon, who only the day before had spoken of the old couple with great affection, seemed disturbed by the arrival of the unexpected guests. To avoid them entirely appeared impossible even to him, but he declared in an embarrassed tone, and without giving any reason, that he should scarcely be able to devote the entire evening to Daphne and the Pelusinians. Then he turned quickly toward the house, to which a signal from his slave Baez summoned him.