As the hours advanced the curtains at the doorway were swung aside, and a troop of dancing girls entered. They were of various races; the fair Caucasian from the Euxine, the Egyptian whose hue was the reflection of her desert sands, swarthy half-black Arabs from beyond Jordan, and Nubians whose faces seemed cut from solid jet--slaves whom Apollonius had captured or exchanged for other spoil of battle. These rendered the various songs and dances of their native lands. One performed the hazardous exploit of stepping to the throbbing of the zither between a score of sword blades, set with points upward. Another honored Apollonius by advancing on her hands, seizing the ladle of the wine jar between her toes, and dexterously filling with its contents the empty cup of the commandant. "Let Apollonius, the valiant conqueror of Jerusalem, show us a daughter of Israel. He is making a harem of them, if report be true," cried one. "Jewish maidens will not dance on anything except the thin air. So we had to hang a score of them yesterday," replied Apollonius. "But I will show you a genuine Jewish Cupid." "A circumcised Cupid! Apollonius' wit is as sharp as his knife," cried Kallisthenes. The Governor whispered to an attendant. In a few moments there was thrust into the room a naked boy. His limbs were exquisitely moulded. His large distended pupils shone with strange lustre in the flashing lights of the jewelled lanterns. His outstretched hands and cautious step showed that there was no sight in his eyes. "Bravo! Bravo! Cupid is blind! Well thought, Apollonius! Let us see to whom he has brought a message from the goddess," said Sotades. At this moment Kallisthenes uttered a cry of surprise and horror. He leaped to his feet and pointed to the great bowl from which the wine was taken. The servant, whose attention had been unduly drawn to the revellers, had inadvertently laid the ladle across the brim of the crater,--a thing regarded as ominous of dire calamity to some one of the guests, the evil to be averted only by the instant cessation of the revelry. The feasters looked, and echoed the consternation of the Feast Master. The guests unceremoniously rose, and were hastening as fast as their uncertain legs and frightened attendants could carry them, when Apollonius recalled them. "A curse on the slave! Let us appease our Nemesis of the feast with the offal of the villain who has broken its rules!" and lifting the crater he felled the unfortunate man who had perpetrated the dire omen. As the guests, half sobered by the scene, stood about the prostrate body Apollonius said: "Hear you, good friends, to-morrow we will treat you to something more ominous still. We will offer another sacrifice,--a sow upon the Jews' altar in the Temple, court. Attend me there. Farewell! Bacchus protect his own!" Dion took the hand of Apollonius. "My thanks, General, for your aid in recovering this child, whom I will return to his home."