It was the little girl who acted as page for the Greek.
"Open, lady; it is I, Myrrha." Laodice went to the windows.
"Amaryllis sends thee greeting and would speak with thee, in her hall," the girl said.
Reluctantly Laodice, who feared the revelation which the light might have to make of her stunned and revolted face, followed the page.
The Greek was standing, as if in evidence that the interview would not be long.

She noted the intense change on the face of her young guest and watched her narrowly for any new light which her disclosure would bring.
"I have sent for thee," the Greek began smoothly, "to tell thee somewhat that I should perhaps withhold, that thou shouldst sleep well, this night.

But it is a perplexity perhaps thou wouldst face at once." Laodice bowed her head.
"It is this: Titus and his friend, Nicanor, approached too close the walls this day, and Nicanor was wounded by an arrow.

In retaliation, perfect siege hath been laid about the walls.

None may come into the city." "And--Momus, my servant," Laodice cried, waking for the first time to the calamity in this blockade, "he can not come back to me ?" "No.