In taking leave of the men she asked if she could hope to find them here again the next day. “The full moon will make it damnably light,” replied the father, “but they will scarcely venture to assail the right of asylum, and the ships anchored according to regulation at Tanis, with a cargo of wood from Sinope. Besides, for two years people have believed that we have abandoned these waters, and the guards think that if we should return, the last time to choose would be these bright nights. Still, I should not like to decide anything positively about the morrow until news came from Labaja.” “You will find me, whatever happens,” Hanno declared after his father had ceased speaking. Old Tabus exchanged a swift glance with her son, and Satabus said: “He is his own master. If I am obliged to go--which may happen--then, my girl, you must be content with the youth. Besides, you are better suited to him than to the graybeard.” He shook hands with Ledscha as he spoke, and Hanno accompanied her to her boat. At first he was silent, but as she was stepping into the skiff he repeated his promise of meeting her here the following night. “Very well,” she answered quickly. “Perhaps I may have a commission to give you.” “I will fulfil it,” he answered firmly. “To-morrow, then,” she called, “unless something unexpected prevents.” But when seated on the thwart she again turned to him, and asked: “Does it need a long time to bring your ship, with brave men on board, to this place?” “We can be here in four hours, and with favourable winds still sooner,” was the reply. “Even if it displeases your father?” “Even then, and though the gods, many as there are, should forbid--if only your gratitude will be gained.” “It will,” she answered firmly, and the water plashed lightly under the strokes of her oars. CHAPTER V. In the extreme northern portion of the little city of Tennis a large, perfectly plain whitewashed building stood on an open, grass-grown square. The side facing the north rested upon a solid substructure of hard blocks of hewn stone washed by the waves. This protecting wall extended along both sides of the long, plain edifice, and prevented the water from overflowing the open space which belonged to it. Archias, the owner of the largest weaving establishment in Tennis, the father of the Alexandrian aristocrat who had arrived the evening before, was the owner of the house, as well as of the broad plain on which he had had it built, with the indestructible sea wall, to serve as a storehouse to receive the supplies of linen, flax, and wool which were manufactured in his factories.