These and such like were Thais’ dreams, while Zoe stood outside the tent of the royal children with her cousin, the chief-attendant of prince Philopator, carrying on an eager conversation in a low tone.  The child’s nurse from time to time dried her eyes and sobbed bitterly as she said:  “My own baby, my other children, my husband and our beautiful house in Alexandria—­I left them all to suckle and rear a prince.  I have sacrificed happiness, freedom, and my nights’-sleep for the sake of the queen and of this child, and how am I repaid for all this?  As if I were a lowborn wench instead of the daughter and wife of noble men; this woman, half a child still, scarcely yet nineteen, dismisses me from her service before you and all her ladies every ten days!  And why?  Because the ungoverned blood of her race flows in her son’s veins, and because he does not rush into the arms of a mother who for days does not ask for him at all, and never troubles herself about him but in some idle moment when she has gratified every other whim.  Princes distribute favor or disgrace with justice only so long as they are children.  The little one understands very well what I am to him, and sees what Cleopatra is.  If I could find it in my heart to ill-use him in secret, this mother—­who is not fit to be a mother—­would soon have her way.  Hard as it would be to me so soon to leave the poor feeble little child, who has grown as dear to my soul as my own—­aye and closer, even closer, as I may well say—­this time I will do it, even at the risk of Cleopatra’s plunging us into ruin, my husband and me, as she has done to so many who have dared to contravene her will.”

The wet-nurse wept aloud, but Zoe laid her hand on the distressed woman’s shoulder, and said soothingly:  “I know you have more to submit to from Cleopatra’s humors than any of us all, but do not be overhasty.  Tomorrow she will send you a handsome present, as she so often has done after being unkind; and though she vexes and hurts you again and again, she will try to make up for it again and again till, when this year is over, your attendance on the prince will be at an end, and you can go home again to your own family.  We all have to practise patience; we live like people dwelling in a ruinous house with to-day a stone and to-morrow a beam threatening to fall upon our heads.  If we each take calmly whatever befalls us our masters try to heal our wounds, but if we resist may the gods have mercy on us! for Cleopatra is like a strung bow, which sets the arrow flying as soon as a child, a mouse, a breath of air even touches it—­like an over-full cup which brims over if a leaf, another drop, a single tear falls into it.  We should, any one of us, soon be worn out by such a life, but she needs excitement, turmoil and amusement at every hour.  She comes home late from a feast, spends barely six hours in disturbed slumber, and has hardly rested so long as it takes a pebble to fall to the ground from a crane’s claw before we have to