“Welcome, Irenya!” he exclaimed gayly—­“Thou art the very bitter-sweetness I desire.  Thy naughty pout and coldly mutinous eyes are pleasing contrasts to the overlanguid heat and brightness of the day!  What news hast thou, my sweet? ...  Is there fresh havoc in the city? ... more deaths? ... more troublous tidings? ... nay, then hold thy peace, for thou art not a fit messenger of woe—­ thou’rt much too fair!”

Irenya’s red lips curled disdainfully, . . the “naughty pout” was plainly visible.

“My lord is pleased to flatter his slave!” she said with a touch of scorn in her musical accents, . .  “Certes, of ill news there is more than enough,—­and evil rumors have never been lacking these many months, as my lord would have known, had he deigned to listen to the common talk of those who are not poets but merely sad and suffering men.  Nevertheless, though I may think, I speak not at all of matters such as these,—­and for my present errand ’tis but to say that a Priest of the Inner Temple waits without, desirous of instant speech with the most illustrious Sah-luma.”

“A Priest of the Inner Temple!” echoed the Laureate wonderingly, . .  “By my faith, a most unwelcome visitor! ...  What business can he have with me?”

“Nay, that I know not”—­responded Irenya calmly—­“He hath come hither, so he bade me say, by command of The Absolute Authority.”

Sah-luma’s face flushed and he looked annoyed.  Then taking Theos by the arm he turned away from the terrace, and re-entered his apartment, where he flung himself full length on his couch, pillowing his handsome head against a fold of glossy leopard skin which formed a most becoming background for the soft, dark oval beauty of his features.

“Sit thee down, my friend!” he said glancing smilingly at Theos, and signing to him to take possession of a luxurious lounge-chair near him..  “If we must needs receive this sanctified professor of many hypocrisies, we will do it with suitable indifference and ease.  Wilt thou stay here with us, Irenya,” he added, stretching out one arm and catching the maiden round the waist in spite of her attempted resistance..  “Or art thou in a froward mood, and wilt thou go thine own proud way without so much as a consoling kiss from Sah-luma?”

Irenya looked full at him, a repressed anger blazing in her large black eyes.

“Let my lord save his kisses for those who value them!” she said contemptuously, “’Twere pity he should waste them upon me, to whom they are unmeaning and therefore all unwelcome!”

He laughed heartily, and instantly loosened her from his embrace.

“Off, off with thee, sweet virtue! ... fairest prude!” he cried, still laughing..  “Live out thy life an thou wilt, empty of love or passion—­count the years as they slip by, leaving thee each day less lovely and less fit for pleasure, ... grow old,—­and on the brink of death, look back, poor child, and see the glory thou hast missed and left behind thee! ... the light of love and youth that, once departed, can dawn again no more!”