Part 11 (1/2)
”You are going to sleep with the queen!”
”No,” said Chrysis laughing; ”but I am going to be as powerful as she is. Do you desire anything?”
”Oh, yes.”
And the little girl became thoughtful.
”Well, what is it?” asked Chrysis.
”It is something impossible. Why should I ask?”
Myrtocleia spoke for her:
”At Ephesos, in our country, when two virgins of nubile age like Rhodis and me love one another, the law allows them to be united in marriage.
They both go to the temple of Athena and sacrifice their double girdle; thence to the sanctuary of Iphinoe, where they offer a lock of their hair, interwined; and finally to the peristyle of Dionysios, where the more male of the two receives a little knife of sharp-edged gold, and a white linen cloth to stanch the blood. In the evening, the ”fiancee” is conducted to her new home in a flowered chariot between her husband and the paranymph, escorted by torch-bearers and flute-girls. And thenceforth they have the rights of married people; they may adopt little girls and a.s.sociate them in their intimate life. They are respected. They have a family. That is the dream of Rhodis. But it is not the custom here.”
”We will change the law.” said Chrysis.
”But leave it to me, you shall marry one another.”
”Oh, is it true?” cried the little girl, flus.h.i.+ng with joy.
”Yes; and I don't ask which of you is to be the husband. I know that Myrto possesses everything necessary to create that illusion. You are fortunate, Rhodis, to have such a friend. They are rare, whatever people say.”
They reached the door, where Djala was sitting on the steps weaving a towel of flax. The slave-woman rose to allow them to pa.s.s, and then followed them.
The two flute-girls took off their simple clothing in an instant. They performed minute ablutions upon each other in a green marble bowl communicating with the bath. Then they rolled upon the bed.
Chrysis looked at them without seeing them. The words spoken by Demetrios, even the most trivial, ran in her memory unceasingly. She was not conscious of the presence of Djala, who silently untied and unwound her long saffron veil, unbuckled the girdle, took off the rings, the seals, the armlets, the silver serpents, the golden pins; but the gentle t.i.tillation of her hair falling over her shoulders woke her vaguely.
She asked for her mirror.
[Ill.u.s.tration: She was not conscious of the presence of Djala, who silently untied and unwound her long saffron veil.]
Was she beginning to feel afraid that she was not beautiful enough to keep this new lover--for keep him she must--after the mad exploits she had demanded of him? Or was it that, by a detailed examination of each one of her physical beauties, she wanted to calm her alarms and justify her confidence?
She brought the mirror close to every part of her body, touching each in succession. She appraised the whiteness of her skin, estimated its softness by long caresses, its warmth by embraces. She tested the fullness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the firmness of her belly, the tension of her flesh. She measured her hair and considered its glossiness. She tried the strength of her regard, the expression of her mouth, the fire of her breath; and she bestowed a long, slow kiss along her naked arm from the region of the armpit down to the bend of the elbow.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
An extraordinary emotion, compounded of astonishment and pride, of certainty and impatience, took possession of her at this contact with her own lips. She turned round as if she were looking for somebody; but catching sight of the two forgotten Ephesian girls upon her bed, she leaped into their midst, separated them, hugged them with at sort of amorous fury, and her long golden hair enveloped the three young heads.
Book II
I
THE GARDENS OF THE G.o.dDESS