Once or twice she felt impelled to ask whither they were taking her, but she had not the power to raise her voice.  When Andreas came to her side and pointed to the centurion, saying that without him he would never have succeeded in saving her beloved, she heard it only as a hollow murmur, without any consciousness of its meaning.  Indeed, she wished rather that the freedman would keep silent when he began explaining his opportune arrival at the fountain, which must seem such a miracle to her.

The slave-brand on his arm had enabled him to penetrate into the house of Seleukus, where he hoped to obtain news of her.  There Johanna had led him to Alexander, and with the Aurelians he had found the centurion and the slave Argutis.  Argutis had just returned from the lady Euryale, and swore that he had seen the wounded Diodoros.  Andreas had then declared his intention of bringing the son of his former master to a place of safety, and the centurion had been prevailed upon by the young tribunes to open a way for the freedman through the sentinels.  The gardeners of Polybius, with their ass, had been detained in an inn on this side of Lake Mareotis by the closing of the harbor, and Andreas had taken the precaution of making use of them.  Had it not been for the centurion, who was known to the other soldiers, the watch would never have allowed the freedman to get so far as the fountain; Andreas therefore begged Melissa to thank their preserver.  But his words fell upon her ear unnoticed, and when the strange soldier left her to devote himself again to Diodoros she breathed more freely, for his rapidly spoken words hurt her.

If he would only not come again—­only not speak to her!

She had even ceased to look for her lover.  Her one desire was to see and hear nothing.  When she did force herself to raise her heavy, throbbing lids, she noticed that they were passing poor-looking houses which she never remembered seeing before.  She fancied, however, from the damp wind that blew in her face and relieved her burning head, that they must be nearing the lake or the sea.  Surely that was a fishing-net hanging yonder on the fence round a but on which the light of the lantern fell.  But perhaps it was something quite different, for the images that passed before her heavy eyes began to mingle confusedly, to repeat themselves, and be surrounded by a ring of rainbow colors.  Her head had grown so heavy that her mind had lost all sense of hope or fear; only her thoughts stirred faintly as the procession moved on and on through the darkness, without a pause for rest.

When they had passed the last of the huts she managed to look upward.

The evening star stood out clear against the sky, and she seemed to see the other stars revolving quickly round it.

Her mouth was painful and parched, and more than once she had been seized with giddiness, which forced her to hold tightly to the saddle.

Now they stopped beside a large piece of water, and she felt strangely well and light of heart.  That must be the dear, familiar lake.  And there stood Agatha waving to her, and at her side the lady Euryale under the spreading shade of a mighty palm.  Bright sunshine flooded them both, and yet it was the night; for there was the evening star beaming down upon her.