“May the curse of all the gods fall on her,” muttered one of the priestesses as she toiled forward beneath her load of offerings; “because she is beautiful and pettish, we must be put to the spear, or become the wives of savages,” and she pointed with her chin to Elissa, who walked in front, lost in her own thoughts.

“Have patience,” answered Mesa at her side, “you know the plan—­to-night that proud girl and false priestess shall sleep in the camp of Ithobal.”

“Will he be satisfied with that,” asked the woman, “and leave the city in peace?”

“They say so,” answered Mesa with a laugh, “though it is strange that a king should exchange spoil and glory for one round-eyed, thin-limbed girl who loves his rival.  Well, let us thank the gods that made men foolish, and gave us women wit to profit by their folly.  If he wants her, let him take her, for few will be poorer by her loss.”

“You at least will be richer,” said the other woman, “and by the crown of Baaltis.  Well, I do not grudge it you, and as for the daughter of Sakon, she shall be Ithobal’s if I take her to him limb by limb.”

“Nay, sister, that is not the bargain; remember she must be delivered to him without hurt or blemish; otherwise we shall do sacrilege in vain.  Be silent, here is the cave.”

Reaching the platform in front of the tomb, the procession of mourners ranged themselves about it in a semi-circle.  They stood with their backs to the edge of a cliff that rose sheer for sixty feet or more from the plain beneath, across which, but at a little distance from the foot of the precipice ran the road followed by the caravans of merchants in their journeys to and from the coast.  Then, a hymn having been sung invoking the blessing of the gods on the dead priestess, Elissa, as the Baaltis, unlocked the gates of bronze with a golden key that hung at her girdle, and the bearers of the bowls of offerings pushed them into the mouth of the tomb, whose threshold they were not allowed to pass.  Next, with bowed heads and hands crossed upon her breast, Elissa entered the tomb, and locking the bronze gate behind her, took up two of the bowls and vanished with them into its gloomy depths.

“Why did she lock the gates?” asked a priestess of Mesa.  “It is not customary.”

“Doubtless because it was her pleasure to do so,” answered Mesa sharply, though she also wondered why Elissa had locked the gate.

When an hour was gone by and Elissa had not returned, her wonder turned to fear and doubt.

“Call to the lady Baaltis,” she said, “for her prayers are long, and I fear lest she should have come to harm.”

So they called, setting heir lips against the bars of the gate till presently, Elissa, holding a lamp in her hand, came and stood before them.

“Why do you disturb me in the sanctuary?” she asked.

“Lady, because they set the night watch on the walls,” answered Mesa, “and it is time to return to the temple.”