"Peace!" she broke in, "peace and mock me not, or, prince that you are,
I will publish your crime of spying upon the prayer of a priestess
of Baaltis. I tell you that I prayed for a symbol and a sign, and the
prayer was answered.

"Did not the black giant spring upon me to bear me away to be his
slave--his, or another's? And is he not a symbol of the evil and the
ignorance which are on the earth and that seek to drag down the beauty
and the wisdom of the earth to their own level? Then the Phoenician
ran to rescue me and was defeated, since the spirit of Mammon cannot
overcome the black powers of ill. Next you came and fought hard and
long, till in the end you slew the mighty foe, you a Prince born of the
royal blood of the world----" and she ceased.

"You have a pretty gift of parable, lady, as it should be with one who
interprets the oracles of a goddess. But you have not told me of what I,
your servant, am the symbol."

She stopped in her walk and looked him full in the face.

"I never heard," she said, "that either the Jews or the Egyptians, being
instructed, were blind to the reading of an allegory. But, Prince, if
you cannot read this one it is not for me, who am but a woman, to set it
out to you."

Just then their glances met, and in the clear moonlight Aziel saw a wave
of doubt sweep over his companion's dark and beautiful eyes, and a faint
flush appear upon her brow. He saw, and something stirred at his heart
that till this hour he had never felt, something which even now he knew
it would trouble him greatly to escape.

"Tell me, lady," he asked, his voice sinking almost to a whisper, "in
this fable of yours am I even for an hour deemed worthy to play the part
of that immortal love embodied which you sought so earnestly a while
ago?"

"Immortal love, Prince," she answered, in a new voice, a voice low and
deep, "is not for one hour, but for all hours that are and are to be.
You, and you alone, can know if you would dare to play such a part as
this--even in a fable."

"Perchance, lady, there lives a woman for whom it might be dared."

"Prince, no such woman lives, since immortal love must deal, not with
the flesh, but with the spirit. If a spirit worthy to be thus loved
and worshipped now wanders in earthly shape upon the world, seeking
its counterpart and its completion, I cannot tell. Yet were it so, and
should they chance to meet, it might be happy for such brave spirits,
for then the answer to th