Continuing her harangue, she declared that the knowledge that this man still existed poisoned her very life.  When he had been seized and bound with cords, the soldiers were prepared to stab him if he resisted, but he had been quite gentle and obedient.  After he had been thrown into prison some one had put venomous serpents into his dungeon, but strange to say, after a time they had died, leaving him uninjured.  The inanity of such tricks exasperated Herodias.  Besides, she inquired, why did this man make war upon her?  What interest moved him to such actions?  His injurious words to her, uttered before a throng of listeners, had been repeated and widely circulated; she heard them whispered everywhere.  Against a legion of soldiers she would have been brave; but this mysterious influence, more pernicious and powerful than the sword, but impossible to grasp, was maddening!  Herodias strode to and fro upon the terrace, white with rage, unable to find words to express the emotions that choked her.

She had a haunting fear that the tetrarch might listen to public opinion after a time, and persuade himself it was his duty to repudiate her.  Then, indeed, all would be lost!  Since early youth she had cherished a dream that some day she would rule over a great empire.  As an important step towards attaining this ambition, she had deserted Philip, her first husband, and married the tetrarch, who now she thought had duped her.

“Ah!  I found a powerful support, indeed, when I entered thy family!” she sneered.

“It is at least the equal of thine,” Antipas replied.

Herodias felt the blood of the kings and priests, her ancestors, boiling in her veins.

“Thy grandfather was a servile attendant upon the temple of Ascalon!” she went on, with fury.  “Thy other ancestors were shepherds, bandits, conductors of caravans, a horde of slaves offered as tribute to King David!  My forefathers were the conquerors of thine!  The first of the Maccabees drove thy people out of Hebron; Hyrcanus forced them to be circumcised!” Then, with all the contempt of the patrician for the plebeian, the hatred of Jacob for Esau, she reproached him for his indifference towards palpable outrages to his dignity, his weakness regarding the Phoenicians, who had been false to him, and his cowardly attitude towards the people who detested and insulted herself.

“But thou art like them!” she cried; “Dost regret the loss of the Arab girl who danced upon these very pavements?  Take her back!  Go and live with her—­in her tent!  Eat her bread, baked in the ashes!  Drink curdled sheep’s-milk!  Kiss her dark cheeks—­and forget me!”