At last he stopped with a look of despair.
"Listen!" said the slave to him.

"Oh! do not despise me for my feebleness! I have lived in the palace.

I can wind like a viper through the walls.

Come! in the Ancestor's Chamber there is an ingot of gold beneath every flagstone; an underground path leads to their tombs." "Well! what matters it ?" said Matho.
Spendius was silent.
They were on the terrace.

A huge mass of shadow stretched before them, appearing as if it contained vague accumulations, like the gigantic billows of a black and petrified ocean.
But a luminous bar rose towards the East; far below, on the left, the canals of Megara were beginning to stripe the verdure of the gardens with their windings of white.