A single lamp shed a dim light in the spacious room, and the young girl had never thought their guest so lovely as she looked in that twilight.  A night wrapper of the thinnest material only half hid her beautiful limbs.  Round her flowing, fair hair, floated the subtle, hardly perceptible perfume which always pervaded this favorite of fortune.  Two heavy plaits lay like sheeny snakes over her bosom and the white sheet.  Her face was turned upwards and was exquisitely calm and sweet; and as she lay motionless and smiled up at Katharina, she looked like an angel wearied in well-doing.

No man could resist the charms of this woman, and Orion had succumbed.  By her side was a lute, from which she brought the softest and most soothing tones, and thus added to the witchery of her appearance.

Katharina’s whole being was in wild revolt; she did not know how she was able to return Heliodora’s greeting, and to ask her how she could possibly play the lute with a headache.

“Just gliding my fingers over the strings calms and refreshes my blood,” she replied pleasantly.  “But you, child, look as if you were suffering far worse than I.—­Did you come home in the chariot that drove up just now?”

“Yes,” replied Katharina.  “I have been to see our dear old bishop.  He is very ill, dying; he will soon be taken from us.  Oh, what a fearful day!  First Orion’s mother, then Paula, and now this to crown all!  Oh, Heliodora, Heliodora!”

She fell on her knees by the bed and pressed her face against her pitying friend’s bosom.  Heliodora saw the tears which had risen with unaffected feeling to the girl’s eyes; her tender soul was full of sympathy with the sorrow of such a gladsome young creature, who had already had so much to suffer, and she leaned over the child, kissing her affectionately on the brow, and murmuring words of consolation.  Katharina clung to her closely, and pointing to the top of her head where that burning hand had pressed it, she said:  “There, kiss there:  there is where the pain is worst!—­Ah, that is nice, that does me good.”

And, as the tender-hearted Heliodora’s fresh lips rested on the plague-tainted hair, Katharina closed her eyes and felt as a gladiator might who hitherto has only tried his weapons on the practising ground, and now for the first time uses them in the arena to pierce his opponent’s heart.  She had a vision of herself as some one else, taller and stronger than she was; aye, as Death itself, the destroyer, breathing herself into her victim’s breast.

These feelings entirely possessed her as she knelt on the soft carpet, and she did not notice that another woman was crossing it noiselessly to her comforter’s bed-side, with a glance of intelligence at Heliodora.  Just as she exclaimed:  “Another kiss there-it burns so dreadfully,” she felt two hands on her temples and two lips, not Heliodora’s, were pressed on her head.

She looked up in astonishment and saw the smiling face of her mother, who had come after her to ask how the bishop was, and who wished to take her share in soothing the pain of her darling.