She had uttered the last words in a hoarse cry, but Tabus answered soothingly:  “Hush, child, hush!  The first thing is to see clearly, if I am to interpret correctly what is shown me here.  The demons are to be fully informed they have required it.  But you?  Did you come to hear whether the spirits still intend to keep the promise they made then?”

Ledscha eagerly assented to this question, and the old woman continued urgently:  “Then tell me first what suddenly incenses you so violently against the man whom you have so highly praised?”

The girl related what had formerly been rumoured in Tennis, and which she had just heard from the slave.

He had lured other women—­even her innocent young sister—­to his studio.  Now he wanted to induce Ledscha to go there, not from love, but merely to model her limbs so far as he considered them useful for his work.  He was in haste to do so because he intended to return to the capital immediately.  Whether he meant to leave her in the lurch after using her for his selfish purposes, she also desired to learn from the sorceress.  But she would ask him that question herself to-morrow.  Woe betide him if the spirits recognised in him the deceiver she now believed him.

Hitherto Tabus had listened quietly, but when she closed her passionate threats with the exclamation that he also deserved punishment for alienating Gula, the sailor’s wife, from her absent husband, the enchantress also lost her composure and cried out angrily:  “If that is true, if the Greek really committed that crime—­then certainly.  The foreigners destroy, with their laughing levity, much that is good among us.  We must endure it; but whoever broke the Biamite’s marriage bond, from the earliest times, forfeited his life, and so, the gods be thanked, it has remained.  This very last year the fisherman Phabis killed with a hammer the Alexandrian clerk who had stolen into his house, and drowned his faithless wife.  But your lover—­though you should weep for sorrow till your eyes are red—­”

“I would denounce the traitor, if he made himself worthy of death,” Ledscha passionately interrupted, with flashing eyes.  “What portion of the slave’s charge is true will appear at once—­and if it proves correct, to morrow’s full moon shall indeed bring me the greatest bliss; for though, when I was younger and happier, I contradicted Abus when he declared that one thing surpassed even the raptures of love—­satisfied vengeance—­now I would agree with him.”

A loud cry of “Right! right!” from the old crone’s lips expressed the gray-haired Biamite’s pleasure in this worthy daughter of her race.

Then she again gazed at the wine in the vessel, and this time she did so silently, as if spellbound by the mirror on its bottom.

At last, raising her aged head, she said in a tone of the most sincere compassion:  “Poor child!  Yes, you would be cruelly and shamefully deceived.  Tear your love for this man from your heart, like poisonous hemlock.  But the full moon which is to bring you great happiness is scarcely the next, perhaps not even the one which follows it, but surely and certainly a later one will rise, by whose light the utmost bliss awaits you.  True, I see it come from another man than the Greek.”