And Orestes, having prayed to the Gods, and especially to Apollo, who indeed had bidden him do this work, went into the palace.  And at the first Electra went with him, but afterwards hastened out, to keep watch, lest perchance King AEgisthus should return.  So she and the woman waited without and listened.  And after a while there came a cry, “O my son, my son, have pity on thy mother.”  And Electra said, “Aye, but thou hadst no pity on him, or on the father that begat him.”  And then again a cry, “Woe is me!  I am smitten.”  And Electra said, “Smite, if thou canst, a double blow.”  And then the voice came a third time, “I am smitten again.”  But Electra made reply, “Would that AEgisthus were smitten with thee!” After this Orestes came forth, with his sword dripping with blood.  And when the women asked him how it fared in the palace, he answered, “All is well, if only Apollo hath spoken the thing that is true.”

But as he spake King AEgisthus came back, asking, “Where be these strangers from Phocis that are come, telling how Prince Orestes hath come by his death in a chariot race?”

And Electra made answer that they were within.  Then AEgisthus cried, “Open the gates, and let all men of Argos and of Mycenae see the body; and if perchance any man hath been lifted up with vain hopes, let him look upon Orestes that he is dead, and so submit himself to me.”

Then the gate was opened, and there appeared a dead body, lying covered with a sheet.  And AEgisthus said, “Take the covering from off his face; for he is my kinsman, and should not miss due mourning from me.”

But Orestes answered, “Take it thyself; for this dead body is thine, not mine.”

Then said AEgisthus, “Thou speakest well:  if the Queen be within the palace, bid her come.”

And Orestes said, “She is near thee; look not elsewhere.”  And when AEgisthus lifted the covering, lo! it was the Queen who lay dead.  Then he knew the whole matter, and turned to the stranger saying, “Thou must be Orestes.”

“’Tis even so,” cried Orestes.  “And now go into the palace.”

“But why slayest thou me in darkness, if this deed be just?”

“I slay thee where thou didst slay him that is dead.”

So he drave him before him into the palace, and slew him there.  Thus the blood of King Agamemnon was avenged.

THE STORY OF THE FURIES, OR THE LOOSING OF ORESTES.

The gift of prophecy Earth had at the first, and after her Themis; and after her Phoebe, who was of the race of the Titans, and Phoebe gave it to Apollo—­who is also called Phoebus—­at his birth.  Now Apollo had a great temple and famous upon the hill of Delphi, to which men were wont to resort from all the earth, seeking counsel and knowledge of the things that should come to pass hereafter.  And it came to pass on a day that the priestess—­for the temple was served by a woman, whom men called