Think of your lament, if you like, as being for your own god who suffered on the cross.

But I like singing with you so much; say yes.

Do not refuse, for my sake!" She had thrown her arms so gladly, so much too gladly round the heathen lady--for she had a loving heart and no one else had ever made it a return in kind--and clinging closely to her she had said: "As you will; I will do whatever you like." Then Orpheus, too, had urged her to oblige Gorgo, and himself, and all of them; and it had seemed almost impossible to refuse the first request that the modest youth--to whom she would willingly have granted anything and everything--had ever made.

Still, she had held back; and in her anxious bewilderment, not daring to think or act, she had tried every form of excuse and postponement.

She would probably have been awkward enough about this, but Gorgo was content to press her no further, and when, after leaving the house, she had summoned up courage to refuse to enter the Temple of Isis, Karnis had only said: "Be thankful that this gifted lady, the favorite of the Muses, should think you worthy to sing with her.