There she stood, seeing and hearing, and her low moaning changed to that laughter which anguish borrows from gladness when it has exhausted all forms of expression.  At last she sank on her knees on the floor, and while she shed tears of pain still laughed shrilly, till she understood with sudden horror what was happening.  She started violently; a sob convulsed her bosom; she wept and wept, and these tears did her good.

When, at one in the afternoon, the sun fell full on her window, she had not yet found strength to move.  A flood of bright light, in which whirled millions of motes, danced before her eyes; and as her breath sent the atoms flying, it passed through her mind that at this very moment the reprobate utterance of a madman’s lips was blowing happiness, joy, peace, and hope out of the lives of many thousands—­blowing them into nothingness, like the blast of a storm.

Then she commanded herself, for the horrible scene before her threatened to stamp itself on her eye like the image her father could engrave on an onyx; and she must avoid that, or give up all hope of ever being light-hearted again.  Hardly an hour since she had seen the arena looking like a basket of fresh flowers, full of splendid, youthful men.  Then the warriors of the Macedonian phalanx had taken their places on the long ranks of seats on which she looked down, with several cohorts of archers, brown Numidians and black Ethiopians, like inquisitive spectators of the expected show—­but all in full armor.  At first the youths and men had formed in companies, with singing, talk, and laughter, and here and there a satirical chant; but presently there had been squabbles with the town-watch, and while the younger and more careless still were gay enough, whole companies on the other hand had looked up indignantly at the Romans; some had anxiously questioned each other’s eyes, or stared down in sullen dismay at the sand.

The hot, seething blood of these men—­the sons of a free city, and accustomed to a life of rapid action in hard work and frenzied enjoyment —­took the delay very much amiss; and when it was rumored that the doors were being locked, impatience and distrust found emphatic utterance.  Timid whistling and other expressions of disapproval had been followed by louder demonstrations, for to be locked up was intolerable.  But the lictors and guards took no notice, after removing the member of the Museum who had perpetrated the epigram on Caesar’s mother.  This one, who had certainly gone too far, was to pay for all, it would seem.

Then the trumpets sounded, and the most heedless of the troop of youths began to feel acute anxiety and alarm.  From her high post of observation Melissa could see that, although the appearance of Zminis on the scene had caused a fever of agitation, they now broke their serried squares, wandered about as if undecided what to do, but prepared for the worst, and turned their curly heads now to this side and now to that, till the trumpetblast from the seats attracted every eye upward, and the butchery began.