[Elissa by H. Rider Haggard]@TWC D-Link bookElissa CHAPTER IV 12/15
He noticed, too, that as she went beneath the palace walls, she glanced at the window-place of his chamber, but without seeing him for he was seated in the shadow. Presently the long line of priestesses, followed by hundreds of worshippers, had vanished through the tortuous and narrow entrance of the temple, and Aziel leaned back to think. There, among the principal votaries of a goddess, the wickedness of whose worship was a scandal and a by-word even in the ancient world, walked the woman to whom he felt so strangely drawn and with whom, if there were any truth in the visions of Issachar and the mysterious warnings of his own soul, his fate was intertwined.
As he thought of it a sudden revulsion filled his heart.
She was wise and beautiful, and she seemed innocent, but Issachar was right; this girl was the minister of an abominable creed; nay, for aught he knew, she was herself defiled with its abominations, and her wisdom but an evil gift from the evil powers she served.
Could he, a prince of the royal blood of the House of Israel and of the ancient Pharaohs of Khem, desire to have anything to do with such an one, he a child of the Chosen People, a worshipper of the true and only God? Yesterday she had thrown a spell upon him, a spell of black magic, or the spell of her imperial beauty, which, it mattered not, but to-day he was the lord of his own mind, and would shake himself free of it and her. ***** In the market-place below, the Levite Issachar also had watched the passing of the priests and priestesses of El and Baaltis. "Tell me, Metem," he asked of the Phoenician who stood beside him, his head respectfully uncovered, "what mummery is this ?" "It is no mummery, worthy Issachar, but a ceremony of public sacrifice, which is to be offered in the temple yonder, for the recovery from her sickness of the Lady Baaltis, the high-priestess." "Where then is the offering.
I see none, unless it be those doves that are tied to the wrists of the women ?" "Nay, Issachar," answered Metem smiling darkly, "the gods ask nobler blood than that of doves.
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