Outside the storm had subsided, and a cool breeze blew refreshingly into Hermon’s face.  As he walked arm in arm with the notary Melampus, who had invited him to his house, and heard some one at his side exclaim, “How lavishly Eos is scattering her roses to-day!” he involuntarily lifted the cloth with which he had covered his smarting face to enjoy the beautiful flush of dawn, but again beheld nothing save a black and violet-blue surface.

Then drawing his hand from his guide’s arm, he pressed it upon his poor, sightless, burning eyes, and in helpless rage, like a beast of prey which feels the teeth of the hunter’s iron trap rend his flesh, groaned fiercely, “Blind! blind!” and again, and yet again, “Blind!”

While the morning star was still paling, the lad who after Hermon’s landing had raced along the shore with the burning torch glided into the little pronaos of the Temple of Nemesis.

Ledscha was still standing by the doorpost of the cella with uplifted hand, so deeply absorbed in fervent prayer that she did not perceive the approach of the messenger until he called her.

“Succeeded?” she asked in a muffled tone, interrupting his hasty greeting.

“You must give the goddess what you vowed,” was the reply.  “Hanno sends you the message.  And also, ’You must come with me in the boat quickly-at once!’”

“Where?” the girl demanded.

“Not on board the Hydra yet,” replied the boy hurriedly.  “First only to the old man on the Megara.  The dowry is ready for your father.  But there is not a moment to lose.”

“Well, well!” she gasped hoarsely.  “But, first, shall I find the man with the black beard on board of one of the ships?”

“Certainly!” answered the lad proudly, grasping her arm to hurry her; but she shook him off violently, turned toward the cella again, and once more lifted her hands and eyes to the statue of Nemesis.

Then she took up the bundle she had hidden behind a pillar, drew from it a handful of gold coins, which she flung into the box intended for offerings, and followed the boy.

“Alive?” she asked as she descended the steps; but the lad understood the meaning of the question, and exclaimed:  “Yes, indeed!  Hanno says the wounds are not at all dangerous.”

“And the other?”

“Not a scratch.  On the Hydra, with two severely wounded slaves.  The porter and the others were killed.”

“And the statues?”

“They-such things can’t be accomplished without some little blunder-Labaja thinks so, too.”

“Did they escape you?”

“Only one.  I myself helped to smash the other, which stood in the workroom that looks out upon the water.  The gold and ivory are on the ship.  We had horrible work with the statue which stood in the room whose windows faced the square.  They dragged the great monster carefully into the studio that fronts upon the water.  But probably it is still standing there, if the thing is not already—­just see how the flames are whirling upward!—­if it is not already burned with the house.”