`My people! speak not to me of my people,' she answered, hastily; `these slaves are no people of mine, they are but dogs to do my bidding till the day of my deliverance comes; and, as for their customs, naught have I to do with them. Also, call me not Queen--I am sick of flattery and titles--call me Ayesha, the name hath a sweet sound in mine ears, it is an echo from the past. As for this Ustane, I know not. I wonder if it be she against whom I was warned, and whom I in turn did warn? Hath she--stay, I will see;' and, bending forward, she passed her hand over the font of water and gazed intently into it. `See,' she said quietly, `is that the woman?'

I looked into the water, and there, mirrored upon its placid surface, was the silhouette of Ustane's stately face. She was bending forward, with a look of infinite tenderness upon her features, watching something beneath her, and with her chestnut locks falling on to her right shoulder.

`It is she,' I said, in a low voice, for once more I felt much disturbed at this most uncommon sight. `She watches Leo asleep.'

`Leo!' said Ayesha, in an absent voice; `why, that is "lion" in the Latin tongue. The old man hath named happily for once. It is very strange,' she went on speaking to herself, `very. So like--but it is not possible!' With an impatient gesture she passed her hand over the water once more. It darkened, and the image vanished silently and mysteriously as it had risen, and once more the lamplight, and the lamplight only, shone on the placid surface of that limpid, living mirror.

`Hast thou aught to ask me before thou goest, oh Holly?' she said, after a few moments' reflection. `It is but a rude life that thou must live here, for these people are savages, and know not the ways of cultivated man. Not that I am troubled thereby, for, behold my food,' and she pointed to the fruit upon the little table. `Naught but fruit doth ever pass my lips--fruit and cakes of flour, and a little water. I have bidden my girls to wait upon thee. They are mutes thou knowest, deaf are they and dumb, and therefore the safest of servants, save to those who can read their faces and their signs. I bred them so--it hath taken many centuries and much trouble; but at last I have triumphed. Once I succeeded before, but the race was too ugly, so I let it die away; but now, as thou seest, they are otherwise. Once, too, I reared a race of giants, but after a while Nature would no more of it, and it died away. Hast thou aught to ask of me?'

`Ay, one thing, oh Ayesha,' I said boldly; but feeling by no means as bold as I trust I looked. `I would gaze upon thy face.'

She laughed out in her bell-like notes. `Bethink thee, Holly,' she answered; `bethink thee. It seems that thou knowest the old myths of the gods of Greece. Was there not one Actaeon* who perished miserably because he looked on too much beauty? If I show thee my face, perchance thou wouldst perish miserably also; perchance thou wouldst eat out thy heart in impotent desire; for know I am not for thee--I am for no man, save one, who hath been, but is not yet.'

`As thou wilt, Ayesha,' I said. `I fear not thy beauty. I have put my heart away from such vanity as woman's loveliness, that passes like a flower.'

`Nay, thou errest,' she said; `that does not pass. My beauty endures even as I endure; still if thou wilt, oh rash man, have thy will; but blame not me if passion mount thy reason, as the Egyptian breakers used to mount a colt, and guide it whither thou wilt not. Never may the man to whom my beauty hath been unveiled put it from his mind, and therefore even with these savages do I go veiled, lest they vex me, and I should slay them. Say, wilt thou see?'

`I will,' I answered, my curiosity overpowering me.

She lifted her white and rounded arms--never had I seen such arms before--and slowly, very slowly, withdrew some fastening beneath her hair. Then all of a sudden the long, corpse-like wrappings fell from her to the ground, and my eyes travelled up her form, now only robed in a garb of clinging white that did but serve to show its perfect and imperial shape, instinct with a life that was more than life, and with


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