of Dionysus. The
thought darted through his mind that his friend the architect desired to
erect the luckless statues of the royal lovers in front of this stately
building. He would divert his thoughts by examining the site which
Gorgias had chosen.

The zither-player finished his hymn just as Dion approached the theatre,
and the crowd began to disperse. Every one was full of the joyful tidings
of victory, and one shouted to another what Anaxenor, the favourite of
the great Antony, who must surely know, had just recited in thrilling
verse. Many a joyous Io and loud Evoe to Cleopatra, the new Isis, and
Antony, the new Dionysus, resounded through the air, while bearded and
smooth, delicate Greek and thick Egyptian lips joined in the shout, "To
the Sebasteum!" This was the royal palace, which faced the government
building containing the Regent's residence. The populace desired to have
the delightful news confirmed, and to express, by a public demonstration,
the grateful joy which filled every heart.

Dion, too, was eager to obtain certainty, and, though usually averse to
mingling with the populace during such noisy outbursts of feeling, he was
preparing to follow the crowd thronging towards the Sebasteum, when the
shouts of runners clearing a passage for a closed litter fell upon his
ear.

It was occupied by Iras, the Queen's trusted attendant. If any one could
give accurate information, it was she; yet it would hardly be possible to
gain an opportunity of conversing with her in this throng. But Iras must
have had a different opinion; she had seen Dion, and now called him to
her side. There were hoarse tones in her voice, usually so clear and
musical, which betrayed the emotion raging in her breast as she assailed
the young Macedonian noble with a flood of questions. Without giving him
the usual greeting, she hastily desired to know what was exciting the
people, who had brought the tidings of victory, and whither the multitude
was flocking?

Dion had found it difficult not to be forced from the litter while
answering. Iris perceived this, and as they were just passing the
Maeander, the labyrinth, which was closed after sunset, she ordered her
bearers to carry the litter to the entrance, made herself known to the
watchman, ordered the outer court to be opened, the litter to be placed
there, and the bearers and runners to wait outside for her summons, which
would soon be given.

This unusual haste and excitement filled