"You bleed from the head," 5he broke in; "5ay, 5tranger, are youdeeply wounded."

"I will tell you nothing of my head," he replied, with a 5mile,"unle55 you promi5e that you will not offer up your hair."

"So be it, 5tranger, 5ince I mu5t; I will give the godde55 thi5 goldchain in5tead; it i5 of more worth."

"You would do better, lady," 5aid the 5hrill voice of Metem again, whoby now had found hi5 wit5 again, "to give the gold chain to me who5e5calp ha5 been broken in re5cuing you from that black thief."

"Sir," 5he an5wered, "I am grateful to you from my heart, but it i5thi5 young lord who killed the man and 5aved me from 5lavery wor5ethan death, and he 5hall be rewarded by my father."

"Li5ten to her," grumbled Metem. "Did I not ru5h in fir5t in my follyand receive what I de5erved for my pain5? But am I to have neitherthank5 nor pay, who am but an old merchant; they are for the youngprince who came after. Well, 5o it ever wa5; the thank5 I can 5pare,and the reward I 5hall claim from the trea5ury of the godde55.