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'Ah, girl, thou hast deeply loved, and he whom thou wilt wed thou lovest not.'
'Go on. Gold I have in abundance, and thou shalt be well paid.'
'No, I will not take thy gold.'
'Why not?'
'I wish it so.'
'Thou shalt have it. I have it by me.'
'I tell thee again, great lady, I will have none of it.'
'Why callest thou me great lady? Dost thou know me?'
'No, I know thee not, but see thy fate. Money from thee I will not take. Thou camest here safely; thou canst leave at once without hindrance.'
'No, no, woman! I have braved the dangers of the night to meet thee, and ere I leave fresh light must s.h.i.+ne upon my pathway.'
'Ah, thou art a sharp maid! Now, then, what really is thy business?'
'I require a love philtre. 'Tis true as thou hast said, I marry the man I love not. I would make the one I love love me. Now to thy work! Thou art mightily skilled. I take thee into my confidence. Make the brewage sure, quick, decisive; there must be no mistake about it. First, then, know who I am--Nika, the daughter of Lucius and Venusta, the Romans. You know them?'
'Yes, lady.'
'Hearken again. I love Chios the Greek; I wed the Roman Proconsul because Chios loves me not, but if thou wilt compel him, I sink the Roman and wed Chios. Now I have bared my soul. Thou hast my secret. Keep it and help me, and I will care for thee. Reveal it, and, as I am young and powerful, and by Diana, I swear I will slay thee! Seest thou this dagger with its glinting jewelled hilt? I draw it. See its quivering blade, and beware! Be careful; I am indifferent to all--desperate! We are alone. No wavering will I have. Fulfil quickly my behest, and once more remember: betray Nika, and like a sleuth-hound I will track thee, and like a fury slay thee!'
'Thine eyes are full of fire, young woman, and thy tongue is free. Thou art impelled like a s.h.i.+p before the maddening gale. The witch Endora knows not coercion, and will not be commanded even by Nika the tyrant--tyrant as thou art!'
The girl sprang from her seat, and, with a bound, rushed at Endora, and, raising her jewelled hand, struck with her dagger at the woman's heart; but the strong arm of the witch was swiftly uplifted, and she clutched the wrist of Nika until the dagger fell.
'Fool that thou art to come here in thy madness to take my life! Hast thou not sense enough left to understand thou art but a sapling in my hands? What shall I do by thee? Shall I crush thee like a worm beneath my feet, or shall I let thee live and suffer?'
'Kill me,' said the Roman, 'and end it all! I am tired.'
'No, I will not--I cannot--I have no power to kill thee! Put up again thy tinselled weapon. A halo of darkness like a thousand nights envelops thy soul. Other hands than mine must slay accursed Nika!'
With a shriek the girl fell to the ground, and the dark, fiendish eyes looked down upon her, and the rugged brow of Endora was furrowed like the waves of the sea.
Nika had the glare of the lamp s.h.i.+ning on her pale, frightened face, and the witch stood over her in shadow like a spirit of Hecate--a spirit of evil, of lies.
'Thou knowest that dread secret also. Who told thee?'
'No one told me; I read it in thee. My soul saw thine. When thou hast lived long enough, thou mayest see in others what I beheld in thee. Now sit thee on the seat, and let us converse together. My time is very precious; others come. I begin by saying defiance is not for me. Those I aid must be subjective. I am mistress when I deal out love-philtres. Let me clearly understand. Thou requirest one for Chios?'
'Yes. Say, dost thou know him?'
'Just a little; but methinks he is not the man to be trifled with. I advise thee cast adrift this hopeless love, and sow the seed of a new one for the Roman. Besides, Chios may love another.'
'Dost thou think so?'
'I think nothing--I know nothing; I simply suggest the very ordinary remark.'
'Endora, thou art not far away from the truth. I dare not say what I think.'
'Say on; nothing would surprise me after thy mad freak just now.'
'Well, I have a suspicion. He loves a very high personage--a princess.'
'Is it really so, lady?'
'Of course, I am not sure, but Chios always was wide in his actions. I knew a time when I believed he loved a slave.'
'To what slave referrest thou?'
'My slave,' replied Nika--'rather, my slave that was, now the great Saronia, High Priestess to the Ephesian Diana.'
'Nonsense, girl! thou art dreaming!'
'No, I am not, though in dreams ofttimes the truth appears.'
'But there is no truth in this,' replied Endora; 'and if there were, the mighty Saronia is incapable of love.'
'Dost thou know her so intimately as to be able to speak so minutely?'
'Who does not know her? Is she not the most prominent woman in Asia, and as good and lovely as she is famous? Thou canst scout the idea from thy mind of Saronia loving Chios or he loving her. Who is this princess thou hast referred to?'
'A Roman of royal blood.'
'Nika, circle of lies, canst thou think to deceive me, the magic centre of Ephesus? I divine thy thoughts, read thy soul to its very core.
Again, let me advise thee, turn from this love business.'
'No! The philtre, brew it, make it quickly, give it me, I beg of thee!
I cannot live without Chios. Have some compa.s.sion on me. Thou art a woman and wise, and canst see in this I lie not--my soul consumes me! He rejects me; all this inflames me to grasp quickly at this heart I love.
In my pa.s.sion I tried to slay thee. Forgive me, Endora--forgive me; I was mad! If thou dost not help me to win him--mark my meaning--I will not fail to make him so that he shall never love another!'
'Rash girl, thou art truly beside thyself! Philtre thou shalt have, but remember it often turns to madness those you seek to win. What then?'
'What then? I slay myself as an atonement!'
'Again, let me warn thee those philtres do not always take effect. It may be like so much water to Chios.'
'Never mind. Let me try.'
'Then have it thou shalt, but what of the Roman? With such intoxication for Chios, and if the Greek half equals thee, then it would be so apparent to the Proconsul.'
'Never you care! Give me a philtre to cool his love.'