There was a ring of intense pathos in his voice as he spoke,--and the
King eyed him compassionately.
"Of a truth thou seemest to have suffered!" he observed in gentle
accents.. "Thou hast a look as of one bereft of joy. Hast lost some
maiden love of thine? ... and dost thou mourn her still?"
A pang bitter as death shot through Theos's heart, . . had the monarch
suddenly pierced him with his great sword he could scarcely have
endured more anguish! For the knowledge rushed upon him that he had
indeed lost a love so faithful, so unfathomable, so pure and perfect,
that all the world weighed in the balance against it would have seemed
but a grain of dust compared to its inestimable value! ... but what
that love was, and from whom it emanated, he could no more tell than
the tide can tell in syllabled language the secret of its attraction to
the moon. Therefore he made no answer, . . only a deep, half-smothered
sigh broke from him, and Zephoranim apparently touched by his dejection
continued good-naturedly:
"Nay, nay!--we will not seek to pry into the cause of thy spirit's
heaviness...Enough! think no more of our thoughtless question,--there
is a sacredness in sorrow! Nevertheless we shall strive to make thee in
part forget thy grief ere thou leavest our court and city, . .
meanwhile sit thou there"--and he pointed to the lower step of the
dais, . . "And thou, Sah-luma, sing again, and this time let thy song
he set to a less plaintive key."
He leaned hack in his throne, and Theos sat wearily down among the
flowers at the foot of the dais as commanded. He was possessed by a
strange, inward dread,--the dread of altogether losing the
consciousness of his own identity,--and while he strove to keep a firm
grasp on his mental faculties he at the same time abandoned all hope of
ever extricating himself from the perplexing enigma in which he was so
darkly involved. Forcing himself by degrees into comparative calmness,
he determined to resign himself to his fate,--and the idea he had just
had of boldly claiming the ballad sung by Sah-luma as his own,
completely passed out of his mind.
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