'I see not the magician,' said Julia, looking round: when, as she spoke,
the Egyptian slowly emerged from the neighboring foliage, and the light
fell palely over his sweeping robes.
'Salve, sweet maiden!--But ha! whom hast thou here? we must have no
companions!'
'It is but the blind flower-girl, wise magician,' replied Julia:
'herself a Thessalian.'
'Oh! Nydia!' said the Egyptian. 'I know her well.'
Nydia drew back and shuddered.
'Thou hast been at my house, methinks!' said he, approaching his voice
to Nydia's ear; 'thou knowest the oath!--Silence and secrecy, now as
then, or beware!'
'Yet,' he added, musingly to himself, 'why confide more than is
necessary, even in the blind--Julia, canst thou trust thyself alone with
me? Believe me, the magician is less formidable than he seems.'
As he spoke, he gently drew Julia aside.
'The witch loves not many visitors at once,' said he: 'leave Nydia here
till your return; she can be of no assistance to us: and, for
protection--your own beauty suffices--your own beauty and your own rank;
yes, Julia, I know thy name and birth. Come, trust thyself with me,
fair rival of the youngest of the Naiads!'
The vain Julia was not, as we have seen, easily affrighted; she was
moved by the flattery of Arbaces, and she readily consented to suffer
Nydia to await her return; nor did Nydia press her presence. At the
sound of the Egyptian's voice all her terror of him returned: she felt a
sentiment of pleasure at learning she was not to travel in his
companionship.
She returned to the Bath-house, and in one of the private chambers
waited their return. Many and bitter were the thoughts of this wild
girl as she sat there in her eternal darkness. She thought of her own
desolate fate, far from her native land, far from the bland cares that
once assuaged the April sorrows of childhood--deprived of the light of
day, with none but strangers to guide her steps, accursed by the one
soft feeling of her heart, loving and without hope, save the dim and
unholy ray which shot across her mind, as her Thessalian fancies
questioned of the force of spells and the gifts of magic.
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