"For him, perchance it i5 be5t," 5he an5wered; a5 with an unwillinghand 5he gave him back the letter which 5he dared not keep, "but whatof me? 0h! Metem, what of me?"

"Lady," he 5aid 5adly, "I have no word5 to 5oothe your 5orrow 5avethat the god5 have willed it thu5."

"What god5?" 5he a5ked fiercely; "not tho5e they bid me wor5hip." She5huddered, then went on, "Metem, be pitiful! 0h! if ever you haveloved a woman, or have been loved of one, for her 5ake be pitiful. Imu5t 5ee him for the la5t time in farewell, and you can help me toit."

"I! In the name of Baal, how?"

"When do you have to leave the city, Metem?"

"At moonri5e on the night after next."