I groaned aloud.  “Alas, I was betrayed!” I said.  “Paulus betrayed us.”

“Thou wast betrayed?  Nay, thou thyself wast the betrayer!  How came it that thou didst not slay Cleopatra when thou wast alone with her?  Speak, thou forsworn!”

“She drugged me,” I said again.

“O Harmachis!” answered the pitiless girl, “how low art thou fallen from that Prince whom once I knew!—­thou who dost not scorn to be a liar!  Yea, thou wast drugged—­drugged with a love-philtre!  Yea, thou didst sell Egypt and thy cause for the price of a wanton’s kiss!  Thou Sorrow and thou Shame!” she went on, pointing her finger at me and lifting her eyes to my face, “thou Scorn!—­thou Outcast!—­and thou Contempt!  Deny if it thou canst.  Ay, shrink from me—­knowing what thou art, well mayst thou shrink!  Crawl to Cleopatra’s feet, and kiss her sandals till such time as it pleases her to trample thee in thy kindred dirt; but from all honest folk shrink!—­shrink!”

My soul quivered beneath the lash of her bitter scorn and hate, but I had no words to answer.

“How comes it,” I said at last in a heavy voice, “that thou, too, art not betrayed, but art still here to taunt me, thou who once didst swear that thou didst love me?  Being a woman, hast thou no pity for the frailty of man?”

“My name was not on the lists,” she said, dropping her dark eyes.  “Here is an opportunity:  betray me also, Harmachis!  Ay, it is because I once loved thee—­dost thou, indeed, remember it?—­that I feel thy fall the more.  The shame of one whom we have loved must in some sort become our shame, and must ever cling to us, because we blindly held a thing so base close to our inmost heart.  Art thou also, then, a fool?  Wouldst thou, fresh from thy royal wanton’s arms, come to me for comfort—­to me of all the world?”

“How know I,” I said, “that it was not thou who, in thy jealous anger, didst betray our plans?  Charmion, long ago Sepa warned me against thee, and of a truth now that I recall——­”

“It is like a traitor,” she broke in, reddening to her brow, “to think that all are of his family, and hold a common mind!  Nay, I betrayed thee not; it was that poor knave, Paulus, whose heart failed him at the last, and who is rightly served.  Nor will I stay to hear thoughts so base.  Harmachis—­royal no more!—­Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt, bids me say that thou art free, and that she waits thee in the Alabaster Hall.”

And shooting one swift glance through her long lashes she curtsied and was gone.

So once more I came and went about the Court, though but sparingly, for my heart was full of shame and terror, and on every face I feared to see the scorn of those who knew me for what I was.  But I saw nothing, for all those who had knowledge of the plot had fled, and Charmion had spoken no word, for her own sake.  Also, Cleopatra had put it about that I was innocent.  But my guilt lay heavy on me, and made me thin and wore away the beauty of my countenance.  And though I was free in name, yet I was ever watched; nor might I stir beyond the palace grounds.