"Thou art a favorite of the gods," said the other with a venomous gleam in his narrow black eyes. "In thy heaven-bestowed wisdom forget not that it was I who came upon the two nesting in a corner of yonder old tomb like a pair of swallows."
"And who gave thee leave to say, friend?"
"Canst thou sell them then? Is it of thee that the princess will buy slaves? Half the price of the two shall be thine; if that pleaseth thee not, why then----"
"Look at me! I am thy sister that loveth thee, Do not stay far from me, heavenly one! Come to thine abode with haste, with haste I see thee no more. I see thee no more--"
"Ha! The song of Isis! The little one is religious," continued the speaker, who had stopped in the midst of his bargaining. "Come! What sayest thou?" he added persuasively. "Half the price--and it will be a good one--no one can do better in such a matter than----"
"No one better than Besa," interrupted the other rudely. "Be it so; but lie to me about the price and thou shalt regret it."
The two had reached the top of the hill by this time.
"Nay, rather, do not let her hear thee; she is blind."
"Ay! Stone blind; but what matters it when she carries a singing bird in her throat. Do they not blind the nightingale?"
Both men now advanced cautiously, their sandaled feet making little sound on the shelf-like plateau upon which yawned several recesses cut deep into the solid rock. In the door of one of these recesses sat, or rather crouched, the figure of a young girl. Her blue-black hair, gathered away from her forehead and plaited in several thick braids, revealed a thin face, delicately featured, the smooth brown cheeks faintly flushed with a warmth, which in the drooping mouth deepened to scarlet. Her eyes were large and black, but curiously expressionless, like the eyes of the great god Ptah in the temple below. For the rest, she was dressed in the shapeless blue linen robe of an Egyptian peasant woman, about her neck hung a string of shining coins, and upon the slender ankles tinkled hoops of wrought silver.
At the sound of the stealthy feet upon the rock, the blind girl bent her head anxiously.
"Nay, little one," said one of the men, advancing boldly, "it is only a wayfarer who heard a goddess chanting to herself in a nook of the mountain. Didst thou also hear it?"