CHAPTER XXVI.
THE PRIEST ZEL.
As he uttered the last word the sound of an approaching light step
disturbed the silence. It was one of the young girls of the household,
. . a dark, haughty-looking beauty whom Theos remembered to have seen
in the palace-hall when he first arrived, lying indolently among
cushions, and playing with a tame bird which flew to and fro at her
beckoning. She advanced now with an almost imperial stateliness,--her
salute to Sah-luma was grateful, yet scarcely submissive,--while he,
turning eagerly toward her, seemed gladdened and relieved at her
appearance, his face assuming a gratified expression like that of a
child who, having broken one toy, is easily consoled with another.
"Welcome, Irenya!" he exclaimed gayly--"Thou art the very
bitter-sweetness I desire. Thy naughty pout and coldly mutinous eyes
are pleasing contrasts to the overlanguid heat and brightness of the
day! What news hast thou, my sweet? ... Is there fresh havoc in the
city? ... more deaths? ... more troublous tidings? ... nay, then hold
thy peace, for thou art not a fit messenger of woe--thou'rt much too
fair!"
Irenya's red lips curled disdainfully, . . the "naughty pout" was
plainly visible.
"My lord is pleased to flatter his slave!" she said with a touch of
scorn in her musical accents, . . "Certes, of ill news there is more
than enough,--and evil rumors have never been lacking these many
months, as my lord would have known, had he deigned to listen to the
common talk of those who are not poets but merely sad and suffering
men. Nevertheless, though I may think, I speak not at all of matters
such as these,--and for my present errand 'tis but to say that a Priest
of the Inner Temple waits without, desirous of instant speech with the
most illustrious Sah-luma."
"A Priest of the Inner Temple!" echoed the Laureate wonderingly, . .
"By my faith, a most unwelcome visitor! ... What business can he have
with me?"
"Nay, that I know not"--responded Irenya calmly--"He hath come hither,
so he bade me say, by command of The Absolute Authority."
Sah-luma's face flushed and he looked annoyed. Then taking Theos by the
arm he turned away from the terrace, and re-entered his apartment,
where he flung himself full length on his couch, pillowing his handsome
head against a fold of glossy leopard skin which formed a most becoming
background for the soft, dark oval beauty of his features.
"Sit thee down, my friend!" he said glancing smilingly at Theos, and
signing to him to take possession of a luxurious lounge-chair near
him.. "If we must needs receive this sanctified professor of many
hypocrisies, we will do it with suitable indifference and ease. Wilt
thou stay here with us, Irenya," he added, stretching out one arm and
catching the maiden round the waist in spite of her attempted
resistance.. "Or art thou in a froward mood, and wilt thou go thine own
proud way without so much as a consoling kiss from Sah-luma?"
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