CHAPTER IV.
This reserved, thoroughly self-reliant creature would never have betrayed to any human being what moved her soul and filled it some times with inspiring hope, sometimes with a consuming desire for vengeance; but Ledscha 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 new life from it, she began the difficult confession: "I returned from my sister's brick-kiln 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 Taus.

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 Tennis maidens and, as the fairest, they placed us directly behind the daughters of Hiram.
"When we were about to go home after the sacrifice, two young Greeks approached us and greeted Hiram'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 Abus 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, 'Myrtilus,' fell upon my ear like music.