But when I thanked her for her loyalty, and said it should be had in mind in that time which was at hand, she stamped her foot, and pouted with her lips, like an angry child, saying that, among all the things which I had learned, this had I not learned—­that Love’s service asked no payment, and was its own guerdon.  And I, being innocent in such matters, and, foolish that I was, holding the ways of women as of small account, read her sayings in the sense that her services to the cause of Khem, which she loved, brought with them their own reward.  But when I praised so fine a spirit, she burst into angry tears and left me wondering.  For I knew nothing of the trouble at her heart.  I knew not then that, unsought, this woman had given me her love, and that she was rent and torn by pangs of passion fixed like arrows in her breast.  I did not know—­how should I know it, who never looked upon her otherwise than as an instrument of our joint and holy cause?  Her beauty never stirred me—­no, not even when she leaned over me and breathed upon my hair, I never thought of it otherwise than as a man thinks of the beauty of a statue.  What had I to do with such delights, I who was sworn to Isis and dedicate to the cause of Egypt?  O ye Gods, bear me witness that I am innocent of this thing which was the source of all my woe and the woe of Khem!

How strange a thing is this love of woman, that is so small in its beginning and in its ends so great!  See, at the first it is as the little spring of water welling from a mountain’s heart.  And at the last what is it?  It is a mighty river that floats argosies of joy and makes wide lands to smile.  Or, perchance, it is a torrent to wash in a flood of ruin across the fields of Hope, bursting in the barriers of design, and bringing to tumbled nothingness the tenement of man’s purity and the temples of his faith.  For when the Invisible conceived the order of the universe He set this seed of woman’s love within its plan, that by its most unequal growth is doomed to bring about equality of law.  For now it lifts the low to heights untold, and now it brings the noble to the level of the dust.  And thus, while Woman, that great surprise of nature, is, Good and Evil can never grow apart.  For still She stands, and, blind with love, shoots the shuttle of our fate, and pours sweet water into the cup of bitterness, and poisons the wholesome breath of life with the doom of her desire.  Turn this way and turn that, She is at hand to meet thee.  Her weakness is thy strength, her might is thy undoing.  Of her thou art, to her thou goest.  She is thy slave, yet holds thee captive; at her touch honour withers, locks open, and barriers fall.  She is infinite as ocean, she is variable as heaven, and her name is the Unforeseen.  Man, strive not to escape from Woman and the love of woman; for, fly where thou wilt, She is yet thy fate, and whate’er thou buildest thou buildest it for her!

And thus it came to pass that I, Harmachis, who had put such matters far from me, was yet doomed to fall by the thing I held of no account.  For, see, this Charmion:  she loved me—­why, I know not.  Of her own thought she learned to love me, and of her love came what shall be told.  But I, knowing naught, treated her like a sister, walking as it were hand in hand with her towards our common end.