"Oh, I am not inveigling you into a lover's walk with myself,
sir. You tickle yourself when you think your society is so

pleasant as that."
"Come, girl, tell me then what it is. If my temper is short,

credit it against my weariness."
"I have carried out my lord's commands in part. I know the

cell where Nais lives, and I have had speech with her, though not
through the door. And moreover, I have not seen her or touched her

hand."
"Your riddles are beyond me, Ylga, but if there is a chance,

let us get on and have this business done."
"We are at the place now," said she, with a hard little laugh,

"and if you kneel on the floor, you will find an airshaft, and Nais
will answer you from the lower end. For myself, I will leave you.

I have a delicacy in hearing what you want to say to my sister,
Deucalion."

"I thank you," I said. "I will not forget what you have done
for me this night."

"You may keep your thanks," she said bitterly, and walked away
into the shadows.

I knelt on the floor of the gallery, and found the air passage
with my hand, and then, putting my lips to it, whispered for Nais.

The answer came on the instant, muffled and quiet. "I knew my
lord would come for a farewell."

"What the Empress said, has to be. You understand, my dear?
It is for Atlantis."

"Have I reproached my lord, by word or glance?"
"I myself am bidden to place you in the hollow between the

stones, and I must do it."
"Then my last sleep will be a sweet one. I could not ask to

be touched by pleasanter hands."
"But it mayhap that a day will come when she whom you know of

will be suffered by the High Gods to live on this land of Atlantis
no longer."

"If my lord will cherish my poor memory when he is free again,
I shall be grateful. He might, if he chose, write them on the

stones: Here was buried a maid who died gladly for the good of
Atlantis, even though she knew that the man she so dearly loved was

husband to her murderess."
"You must not die," I whispered. "My breast is near broken at

the very thought of it. And for respite, we must trust to the
ancient knowledge, which in its day has been sent out from the Ark

of the Mysteries."--I took the green waxy ball in my fingers, and
stretched them down the crooked air-shaft to the full of my

span.--"I have somewhat for you here. Reach up and try to catch it
from me."

I heard the faint rustle of her arm as it swept against the
masonry, and then the ball was taken over into her grasp. Gods!

what a thrill went through me when the fingers of Nais touched
mine! I could not see her, because of the crookedness of the

shaft, but that faint touch of her was exquisite.
"I have it," she whispered. "And what now, dear?"

"You will hide the thing in your garment, and when to-morrow
the upper stone closes down upon you and the light is gone, then

you will take it between your lips and let it dissolve as it will.
Sleep will take you, my darling, then, and the High Gods will watch

over you, even though centuries pass before you are roused."
"If Deucalion does not wake me, I shall pray never again to

open an eye. And now go, my lord and my dear. They watch me
here constantly, and I would not have you harmed by being

brought to notice."
"Yes, I must go, my sweetheart. It will not do to have our

scheme spoiled by a foolish loitering. May the most High Gods
attend your rest, and if the sacrifice we make finds favour, may

They grant us meeting here again on earth before we meet--as we
must--when our time is done, and They take us up to Their own

place."
"Amen," she whispered back, and then: "Kiss your fingers,

dear, and thrust them down to me."
I did that, and for an instant felt her fondle them down the

crook of the airshaft out of sight, and then heard her withdraw her
little hand and kiss it fondly. Then again she kissed her own

fingers and stretched them up, and I took up the virtue of that
parting kiss on my finger-tips and pressed it sacredly to my lips.

"Living, sleeping, or dead, always my darling," she whispered.
And then, before I could answer, she whispered again: "Go, they are

coming for me." And so I went, knowing that I could do no more to
help her then, and knowing that all our schemes would be spilt if

any eye spied upon me as I lay there beside the air shaft. But my
chest was like to have split with the dull, helplessanguish that

was in it, as I made my way back to my chamber through the mazy
alleys of the pyramid.

"Do not look upon mine eyes, dear, when the time comes," had
been her last command, "or they will tell a tale which Phorenice,

being a woman, would read. Remember, we make these small denials,
not for our own likings, but for Atlantis, which is mother to us

all."
13. THE BURYING ALIVE OF NAIS

There is no denying that the wishes of Phorenice were carried
into quick effect in the city of Atlantis. Her modern theory was

that the country and all therein existed only for the good of the
Empress, and when she had a desire, no cost could possibly be too

great in its carrying out.
She had given forth her edict concerning the burying alive of

Nais, and though the words were that I was to build the throne of
stone, it was an understood thing that the manual labour was to be

done for me by others. Heralds made the proclamation in every ward
of the city, and masons, labourers, stonecutters, sculptors,

engineers, and architects took hands from whatever was occupying
them for the moment, and hastened to the rendezvous. The

architects chose a chief who gave directions, and the lesser
architects and the engineers saw these carried into effect. Any

material within the walls of the city on which they set their seal,
was taken at once without payment or compensation; and as the

blocks of stone they chose were the most monstrous that could be
got, they were forced to demolish no few buildings to give them

passage.
I have before spoken of the modern rage for erecting new

palaces and pyramids, and even though at the moment an army of
rebels was battering with war engines at the city walls, the

building guilds were steadily at work, and their skill (with
Phorenice's marvellous invention to aid them) was constantly on the

increase. True, they could not move such massive blocks of stone
as those which the early Gods planted for the sacredcircle of our

Lord the Sun, but they had got rams and trucks and cranes which
could handle amazing bulks.

The throne was to be erected in the open square before the
royal pyramid. Seven tiers of stone were there for a groundwork,

each a knee-height deep, and each cut in the front with three
steps. In the uppermost layer was a cavity made to hold the body

of Nais, and above this was poised the vast block which formed the
seat of the throne itself.

Throughout the night, to the light of torches, relay after
relay of the stonecutters, and the masons, and the sweating

labourers had toiled over bringing up the stone and dressing it
into fit shape, and laying it in due position; and the engineers

had built machines for lifting, and the architects had proved that
each stone lay in its just and perfect place. Whips cracked, and

men fainted with the labour, but so soon as one was incapable
another pressed forward into his place. No delay was brooked when