And he obeyed this time also, though the person to whom a magic spell bound him was a fleeing woman.

It is terrible.

And yet, have I a right to execrate the thrall of the beaker?
Scarcely! For without the Magian's glittering vessel--a secret voice in my soul has whispered the warning a thousand times during the sleepless nights--he would have taken another on the galley.

And I believe I know this other--I mean the woman whose singing enthralled my heart too at the Adonis festival just before our departure.

I noticed the look with which his eyes sought hers.