"Thou shalt meet Judah. When wilt thou come?"
"Not too soon, lest suspicion arise. Say, let one week pa.s.s, and I will be where thou wilt."
"Then we meet on the side of Mount Pion at the cave of Endora."
"Good; it shall be so, Chios."
"Now let us go. I will see thee into the road leading to the Temple.
Fear not detection. The night forbodes a gale. Already the winds whistle through the reeds, and the nodding trees answer to the outriders of the tempest."
Suddenly a shriek went up, and was borne on the winds of night.
"What is that?" whispered Saronia. ""Tis like the cry of a parting life."
"List!" said Chios. ""Tis some bird of evil shrieking the advent of storm."
They had not long to wait ere another shriek, more deadly than the first, rose up towards the skies.
"Hide thee between the rushes, Saronia. I will see what it means. Stay until I return, whate"er betides."
The priestess did as she was bidden, and Chios stole softly down the pathway until he saw Endora--the black form of the witch surrounded by the night--and at her feet lay the lifeless form of a man.
For a moment the Greek was terror-stricken, and when his breath had returned he gasped:
"Endora! Endora! what meaneth this?"
"I slew him," replied she.
"Thou?"
"Yes, I slew him. See, my dagger reeks with blood!" and she held it aloft, pointing it upwards towards the heaven, looking like the statue of a night-fiend.
Then she spoke again:
"Had he a thousand lives, and my arm would not prove weary, I would take them all. Hear me, Chios: I stood guard for thee and Saronia. This dead man tracked her--knew her."
"Knew her?" repeated Chios.
"Yes, recognised her--and thou. He came, as I have said, and was well-nigh upon you, when the form of Endora stood in the path. He spoke to me; he had lost the scent, did not know which way you had taken--this path or the one that branches off. He asked if I had seen a woman go this way towards the river. I answered "No." "Thou liest!" said he.
"Thou knowest her whereabouts; thou knowest who she is--Saronia, the High Priestess, and Chios her lover. Speak out, hag, or I will wrest thy life from out thy vile carcase! Where is she?" Then said I: "Go thy way, man! I know not, and care less." He seized me by the throat, relaxed his hold, bade me speak, gripped it again, bruised me until I felt my life gurgling away. I knew I was not fit to die, and he--_he should not murder me_! He held me by the throat at arms" length, and shook me like a dog; but when he drew me towards him, I used my dagger and let out his life"s blood--yes, the life-blood of a traitor!" And, turning her head from Chios, she murmured: "The life-blood of--thy--father!"
"Endora! Endora! what hast thou done?"
"Nothing but saved my life and thine and that of the great Saronia, by killing a brute who would have had no mercy had he succeeded. I should have died, thou also, or both banished, and Saronia would have been in the power of this man, who had a pa.s.sion for her."
"He?"
"Yes, he."
Chios stooped down, gently drawing back the mantle which had fallen over the dead man"s face, when, to his horror, he discovered who the murdered man was.
Standing erect, he looked into the eyes of Endora.
"Woman, thou hast committed a frightful deed! Thou hast slain the High Priest of the Temple of Diana!"
She stood motionless, silent. Then, raising herself to her full height, she said:
"Chios, this may bring me death;" and she uttered a moan like the sighing of the doomed. "Take thy dagger, plunge it into my heart! Do not let them torture me! Death from thine hand I would receive as a kiss of love! As for the death of this man, I repent not. I knew him well before I slew. Were he a G.o.d, and I could kill, I would have done so!"
What was to be done? The first impulse of Chios was to call Saronia and tell her all. No; he dared not. She must be free from knowledge of the thing.
He took the dead body and drew it on one side, that Saronia might not perceive it.
Then, ordering Endora home, he went back to the priestess.
"What ails thee, Chios? Thou art agitated. Has aught occurred?"
"No; it must have been the wild bird"s shriek. No being was about save Endora. Let us move away."
And they walked up the pathway past the corpse, and as she pa.s.sed she shuddered.
"Art thou cold, Saronia?"
"No; but by some strange intuition I feel the presence of the dead."
"Banish the thought!" said he. ""Tis but the moaning winds which play upon thy soul."
"Where is Endora, Chios?"
"Gone; I sent her home."
They arrived at the confines of the grove through which Saronia must pa.s.s.
"One kiss, my love," said the Greek--"one kiss from those sweet lips, and I go to feed upon the memories of Saronia. Do not forget next week at the home of Endora, on the Mountain of Pion. Good-night, dearest--good-night!"
She pa.s.sed through the Sacred Grove, took with her her implements of sacrifice, and went within the walls which surrounded the Temple. Great gusts of wind came roaring through the pine-trees of the grove, rushed onwards, striking the sacred pile, shrieking and crying with many-sounding voices around the marble pillars, until the mighty Temple was as a great harp on which the storm-winds played a solemn requiem for the dead priest.
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
CONSTERNATION
Next morning some fishermen, who had come down the river Cayster in their boat of many colours and crooked prow, moored it near the spot where Chios and Saronia met the previous night. They lowered the sail, with long yard and streaming pendant, rolled it up carefully, placed it fore and aft across the thwarts, counted their fish, took them with their nets and gaily stepped on sh.o.r.e, singing as they went, with hearts as light as the morning breeze and hopes as bright as the sunlight. For had they not a good catch of golden mullet which would sell well?
They moved happily along the pathway, stooping and gathering the yellow flowers covered with silvery dew. There was plenty of time: the day had just begun, and they would easily gain the market for the early sale.