He sat down, as he spoke, in a chair which was placed for him at
Sah-luma's bidding by the page who had ushered him in, and he
maintained a grave silence till that youthful servitor had departed.
Theos meanwhile studied his countenance with some curiosity,--it was so
strangely impassive, yet at the same time so full of distinctly marked
intellectual power. The features were handsome but also singularly
repulsive,--they were rendered in a certain degree dignified by a full,
dark beard which, however, failed entirely to conceal the receding
chin, and compressed, cruel mouth,--the eyes were keen and crafty and
very clear,--the forehead was high and intelligent, and deeply furrowed
with lines that seemed to be the result of much pondering over close
and cunning calculation, rather than the marks of profound, unselfish,
and ennobling thought. The page having left the room, Sah-luma began
the conversation:
"To what unexpected cause, most righteous sir, am I indebted for the
honor of this present visit? Methinks I recognize the countenance of
the famous Zel, the High-Priest of the Sacrificial Altar--if so, 'tis
marvellous so great a man should venture forth alone and unattended, to
the house of one who loves not priestly company, and who hath at best
for all professors of religion a somewhat indifferent welcome!"
The Priest smiled coldly.
"Most rightly dost thou speak, Sah-luma"--he answered, his measured,
metallic voice seeming to strike a wave of chilling discord through the
air, "and most frankly hast thou thus declared one of thy many
deficiencies! Atheist as thou art and to that manner born, thou art in
very deed outside the pale of all religious teaching and consolement, .
. nevertheless there is much gentle mercy shown thee by the Virgin
Priestess of Nagaya".. here he solemnly bent his head and made the
rapid sign of a Circle on his breast, . . "who, knowing thy great
genius, doth ever strive with thoughtful zeal to draw thee closely
within the saving Silver Veil! Yet it is possible that even her
patience with thy sins may tire at last,--wherefore while there is
time, offer due penance to the offended gods and humble thy stiff heart
before the Holy Maid, lest she expel thee from her sight forever." He
paused, . . a satirical, half-amused smile hovered round Sah-luma's
delicate mouth--his eyes flashed.
"All this is the mere common rhetoric of the Temple Craft"--he said
indolently.. "Why not, good Zel, give plainer utterance to thine
errand?--we know each other's follies well enough to spare formalities!
Lysia has sent thee hither, . . what then? ... what says the beauteous
Virgin to her willing slave?"
An undertone of mockery rang through the languid silvery sweetness of
his accents, and the Priest's dark brows knitted in an irritated frown.
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