“Darius,” she said, almost hurriedly, “if you love me, and if you desire it, I will be your wife.”

A wild light broke from the king’s eyes.  He dropped her hands and stepped backwards from her, staring hard.  Then, with, a quick motion, he turned and threw himself upon the marble seat that ran around the hall, and buried his face and sobbed aloud.

Nehushta seemed to regain some of her calmness, when once she had said the fatal words.  She went and knelt beside him and smoothed his brow and wild, rough hair.  The great tears stained his dark cheek.  He raised himself and looked at her and put one arm about her neck.

“Nehushta,” he whispered, “is it true?”

She bowed her head silently.  Darius drew her towards him and laid her cheek upon his breast.  His face bent down to hers, most tenderly, as though he would have kissed her.  But suddenly he drew back, and turned his eyes away.

“No,” he said, as though he had regained the mastery over himself.  “It is too much to ask—­that I might kiss you!  It is too much—­too much—­that you give me.  I am not worthy that you should be my wife.  Nay!” he cried, as she would not let him rise from his seat.  “Nay, let me go, it is not right—­it is not worthy—­I must not see you any more.  Oh, you have tempted me till I am too weak—­”

“Darius, you are the noblest of men, the best and bravest.”  Then with a sudden impulse it seemed to Nehushta that she really loved him.  The majestic strength of Zoroaster seemed cold and meaningless beside the fervour of the brave young king, striving so hard to do right under the sorest temptation, striving to leave her free, even against her will.  For the moment she loved him, as such women do, with a passionate impulse.  She put her arms about him and drew him down to her.

“Darius, it is truth—­I never loved you, but I love you now, for, of all living men, you have the bravest heart.”  She pressed a kiss hotly upon his forehead and her head sank upon his shoulder.  For one moment the king trembled, and then, as though all resistance were gone from him, his arms went round her, locking with hers that held him, and he kissed her passionately.

When Zoroaster awoke from his long sleep it was night.  He had dreamed evil dreams, and he woke with a sense of some great disaster impending.  He heard unwonted sounds in the hall outside his chamber, and he sprang to his feet and called one of the soldiers of his guard.

“What is happening?” asked Zoroaster quickly.

“The Great King, who lives for ever, has taken a new wife to-day,” answered the soldier, standing erect, but eyeing Zoroaster somewhat curiously.  Zoroaster’s heart sank within him.

“What?  Who is she?” he asked, coming nearer to the man.

“The new queen is Nehushta—­the Hebrew princess,” answered the spearman.  “There is a great banquet, and a feast for the guard, and much food and wine for the slaves—­”