I looked and saw Merapi's star-like eyes gazing down on me just as I had seen them in my dreams.
"Greeting, Moon of Israel," I said.

"Of a truth we meet again in strange case." "Oh!" she whispered, "are you awake at last?
I thank God, Scribe Ana, who for three days thought that you must die." "As, had it not been for you, Lady, surely I should have done--I and another.

Now it seems that all three of us will live." "Would that but two lived, the Prince and you, Ana.

Would that _I_ had died," she answered, sighing heavily.
"Why ?" "Cannot you guess?
Because I am outcast who has betrayed my people.
Because their blood flows between me and them.

For I killed that man, and he was my own kinsman, for the sake of an Egyptian--I mean, Egyptians.