offering — a blue veil to be laid upon the altar — and then, days later, I saw it upon her head, adorning herself with it. If you bring me her comb I shall have my cure of her, and take my revenge."

He said, perplexed: "And how am I to bring it to you?"

She said: "It will be a little hard for you. She is Egyptian, as you know, and like the daughters of her race she is accustomed to putting up her ten braids upon her head only once in each year. But I want the comb tomorrow — so kill her, that you may bring it to me.

"And you have sworn that you will do it."

And she looked with a mocking eye at him as he stood with head bowed in bewilderment, and continued:

"And I have chosen the required necklace as well: the necklace of seven strands hung about the neck of Aphrodite."

Demetrios trembled and stood aghast; then he said:

"This is too much! Would you play me false? Know, then, that you shall win from me neither mirror nor comb nor necklace nor anything at all."

She laid her palm upon his lips and set about coaxing him, saying:

"Do not say that; for you will most certainly bring this necklace I have chosen. And you will come tomorrow evening, and the night after, and the one after that, and every night you please, and you will find me obedient to your will — adorned for you as you love, bejeweled as you desire, arrayed as you demand, quick to please you as you wish. If you come one day asking for tenderness, I will rock you upon my breast and in my arms as a mother rocks her child in the cradle. If you want silence, I will not speak; and if you ask for song and singing, I will sing to you, my beloved, varied arts of delight, for I have for every mood a song — now like the mur-muring of the brook, now pealing like the crash of the rumbling thunder. I have songs that virgins would not blush to hear,

"and others at which they would blush — but I shall pour them into your ear in a flood. And

if some night you ask for dancing, I will dance for you until dawn."

Demetrios stood listening to her, dazed, his spirit astray, his tongue tied. And Chrysis went on:

"And with all this, you refuse to give me an old mirror of silver — in exchange for my golden braids when they billow in your hands like a forest of tangled boughs!"

Demetrios stretched out his hand to touch them, but she drew back a little, saying:

"No... leave that until tomorrow."

He muttered: "You shall have the mirror you asked for."

She said: "And then you refuse, as well, to bring me a little comb of ivory — though for it you would win from me my two arms, white as ivory, wound about your neck?!"

He tried to touch her arms, but she drew back a little, saying: "No... until tomorrow."

He said, his voice hushed: "The comb shall be your comb tomorrow."

Then the beauty cried out: "I was certain of that! And you will bring, too, the necklace of seven strands hung about the neck of Aphrodite — and for it I will sell you my body, which is like the matchless pearl, opening for

you like the shell; and from my mouth you shall win kisses more numerous than all the pearls and shells in the sea..."

Demetrios lifted his face imploringly, but she remained a moment gazing long at him with her flashing eyes; then she held out to him her enticing mouth — and his reason left this world for some moments. And when he came to himself and opened his eyes, he found himself far away, striding toward the city with bowed head, aware of nothing around him.

And when evening came, Demetrios came to Chrysis with what she had demanded, for he had obtained it by theft, by murder, and by violating the sanctity of statues and idols. Demetrios asks her to keep her promise; but before long he feels that his burning desire has cooled, and that his winning of what he had thought beyond all reach has robbed him of any taste for it. So he commands her to appear in the public gatherings wearing these three gifts; whereupon she is seized and condemned to death, and dies by poison. And this skillful sculptor takes her corpse as the model for a statue that immortalizes her bewitching beauty to the end of life...

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