The Golden Hope: A Story of the Time of King Alexander the Great. Fuller Robert Higginson

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      "Maia is safe enough," she returned, raising her head proudly.

      "But where is she?" he persisted.

      She hesitated and her eyes fell. A warm flush mounted to her cheeks.

      "I bought her place," she murmured, "and you have bought me."

      The Theban stared a moment in bewilderment, but as her meaning dawned upon him he threw back his head and laughed, a little recklessly. Thais bit her lip and then suddenly burst into tears.

      CHAPTER XI

      THAIS

      Chares sat in the house of Thais in Athens, idly watching the lithe motions of the tame leopard as it worried an ivory ball. Its mistress lay at full length on a low couch of sandalwood looking at the Theban with eyes half closed.

      "What are you going to do with me?" she asked.

      "What do you mean?" he replied.

      "Am I not your slave?" she said softly. "Have you not ruined yourself to buy me?"

      "That is true," he said, stroking his chin and examining her reflectively. "You are my most costly possession!"

      "Well?" she insisted.

      "And I shall not be here to guard you," he continued. "Who knows what may happen?"

      She drew through her slender fingers the silken fringe of the crimson shawl that was twisted about her waist.

      "You have not asked me why I went to Thebes," she said at last.

      "No," he replied, looking at her inquiringly.

      "I wanted to see Maia," she said, looking at him innocently. "I had heard so much of her beauty."

      "Oh," he said, smiling. "What did you think of her?"

      "I did not see her," Thais replied. "Is she beautiful?"

      "Let me see," Chares said, studying the walls as though in an effort to remember. "She has black hair and her eyes too are dark, I think. Her forehead is low and broad and her nose is straight. Perhaps her mouth might be thought a little too wide, but her chin is beautifully rounded and her shoulders and neck are perfect. Yes, I think she might be called beautiful."

      "Chares," Thais said timidly, "do you love her?"

      Chares laughed. "How can a man make love without an obol that he can call his own?" he replied.

      "Are you wholly ruined, then?" she asked.

      "I haven't enough left to buy you a singing thrush," he replied gayly.

      "But you have me and all that is mine," she said softly.

      "Not even you!" he answered. He drew a scroll from the folds of his chiton and tossed it into her lap. She opened it slowly and read a release legally executed, giving her back her freedom and placing her in the enjoyment of all her possessions. Chares watched her with an expectant smile as her eyes followed the written lines. When she had ended, she raised herself on her elbow and gazed earnestly at him for a moment with dilated eyes. Then, without a word, she buried her face in the cushions and her form was shaken with sobs. As the scroll fell from her hand the leopard pounced upon it and began tearing it with his teeth.

      "What is the matter with you, Thais?" Chares asked in a tone of displeasure.

      "Why did you buy me?" she replied, without lifting her head.

      "To save you from falling into the hands of the Phœnician, of course," he replied impatiently.

      "Then I wish you had not done it," she sobbed.

      "Listen to reason, Thais!" Chares said in a graver tone. "It is I who am no longer free. I have sold my sword and I am in bonds to the Macedonian."

      He paused, but she made no answer, although her weeping ceased.

      "Were it not so," he continued, "why should I stay here? This is not my city and these are not my people. I have neither, now that Thebes is no more. Clearchus and Leonidas are going with Alexander, as I have told you. Would you have me lag behind? There will be fighting and danger, glory and spoil. Shall I not share them?"

      "You may be killed," Thais said faintly, showing her tear-stained face.

      "Zeus grant that it be not until I have met Phradates on the field of battle!" he exclaimed.

      "Is there nothing, then, that you care for in Athens?" she asked dolefully.

      "Thou knowest well that I love thee, Thais," he replied. "Thou knowest that it will tear my heart to leave thee behind. But it is the Gods who have decided for us and we have no choice. Were there no other reason for my going, Clearchus will have need of me in his search for Artemisia, and that would be enough to forbid my remaining here."

      "Then I will go, too!" Thais cried, leaping from the couch and standing defiantly before him.

      Chares returned her look with an indulgent smile. Her exquisitely moulded form was outlined under the clinging folds of her garment. Her tiny feet, with their pink little heels, looked as though they had never rested upon the earth. Her hair fell about her rounded neck and dimpled shoulders like spun copper. Her red lips and pearly teeth seemed made to feast on dainties. Physically she was as sensitive and delicate as a child; but her eyes shone with a fire that betrayed indomitable spirit.

      "What will you do when it snows?" the Theban asked mockingly.

      She threw herself down on her knees on the floor beside him, taking his hand in hers and pressing it against her glowing cheek.

      "Chares! Chares! My master! I love thee!" she murmured. "The blind God at whose power I laughed so often when I was in his mother's service has stricken me through the heart. My soul is naked before thee. I cannot have thee leave me. If thou dost, I shall die. I will go to the ends of the earth with thee. I will suffer hardships to be near thee. Thou art all I have. I am thy slave, and I do not wish to be free."

      Chares felt her tears upon his hand. He lifted her face and kissed her.

      Suddenly she sprang to her feet and began to pace backward and forward on the many-colored carpet that was spread upon the floor. The leopard stopped tearing at the parchment and followed her with his eyes.

      "Is it my fault that I am – what I am?" she cried. "Am I to blame because my life has not been like that of other women? They are shielded from the world and ignorant of what is good and what is bad. Have I committed a fault in fulfilling the will of the Gods, from whom there is no escape? For the evil done by others must I pay the penalty?"

      "Of course not," Chares said consolingly, scarcely knowing what she meant or how to answer her. Her passion took him by surprise. She stood before him glowing in every limb with youth and beauty, her chin raised and her lips parted in scorn, as though defying the world to accuse her.

      "Who cast me adrift?" she went on vehemently. "You talk of going into Asia to aid Clearchus in his search for Artemisia. Very well, I will go with you and search too, for I also wish to find Artemisia. She is my sister!"

      "What do you mean, Thais? Are you mad?" Chares exclaimed.

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