behind the women. “Where is Byssa?” said Lyrcus. No one answered. He now put the same question to a very young girl, who c

hanced to be the same one who had rushed from the fountain to meet the men and brought the ill-omened message. Startled by the unexpected query, she turned pale and vainly tried to answer; her throat seemed choked. Lyrcus seized her firmly by the arm. “Speak, luckless girl, speak!” he said. “What have you to tell?” The girl strove to collect her thoughts, and in falte


ring41 words said that a Pelasgian had sprung out of the thicket and carried Byssa away. Then, falling at Lyrcus’ feet, she clasped her hands over the knife he wore in his belt, shrieking: “Don’t kill me. I did nothing....” “Where were the men?” asked Lyrcus sternly. She was silent. “Where were the men?” Lyrcus repeated

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, in a tone which demanded an answer. The girl clasped his knees imploringly. “They had gone hunting,” she whispered almost inaudibly. Several minutes passed ere Lyrcus opened his lips. The men wished the earth would swallow them; but their chief’s thoughts were already far from th

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eir negligence. “Who was the Pelasgian?” he asked with a calmness which, to those who knew him, boded danger. No one replied. At last the young wife who had flung the flowers in

to Byssa’s lap stepped forward, drew the kneeling girl away and, without raising her eyes to Lyrcus, said with a faint blush: “No one knew the ravisher. He held in his mouth a green leaf which concealed his face. But Byssa was forced to obey him or she would have been killed before our eyes. He drew his sword.... Directly after we heard a chariot roll away.” “A chief then!” said Lyrcus, and without another word he returned by the same way he had come. 42 Lyrcus was too good a hunter to have any doubt what he should do. Going directly home he unfastened Bremon, led him into the house, and let him snuff Byssa’s clothes, repeating: “Where is she? Where is Byssa?” The dog uttered a low whine, put his muzzle to the ground and snuffed several times, wagging his tail constantly as if

to show that he knew what was wanted. Lyrcus buckled his sword around his waist, seized a spear and shield, flung a cloak over his arm and led Bremon out. The dog fairly trembled with impatience, and without once losing the trail guided Lyrcus, who held his chain, directly to the fountain of Callirho?. Here he followed the bank of the river a short distance but suddenly, as if at a loss, began to run to and fro in all directions. Lyrcus released the animal but, as it constantly ran down to the bank and snuffed the water, the chief perceived that Byssa must have waded out into the str


eam. So he led Bremon along the shore, hoping to find the place where she had come out on the land. Suddenly the dog stopped, snuffed, and began to wag

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his tail again. This was the spot where Periphas had put Byssa down after having carried her to the bank. Bremon now led Lyrcus away from the brink among some

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low hills, but here once more he began to run to and fro irresolutely—doubtless where Byssa had entered the chariot. Meantime night had closed in. 43 Lyrcus at first thought of getting a torch, but soon perceived the impossibility of

following the trail of the chariot by torch-light. There was nothing to be done except to wait for morning. It was a time of terrible torture. Byssa in a stranger’s power! At the thought he was seized with a frenzy of rage that almost stifled him. But whither should he turn? Who was the ravisher—Periphas? No, he would not have had courage for such a deed directly after a defeat. B


esides, the abductor seemed to have gone in the opposite direction to the road to Periphas’ home. Lyrcus did not know that the Pelasgian had concealed himself in a cave in Mt. Hymettus. XII. While Lyrcus allowed

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himself to be led by Bremon, Periphas was continuing his wild career. At the foot of a distant height of Hymettus he gave the chariot to a slave and ascended the mountain with Byssa, who had remained perfectl

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y silent during the whole ride. At the entrance of the cave Periphas cast a stolen glance

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at her. The young wife’s face was clouded and threatening; not only the expression of her features, but her bearing and

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movements showed that she was filled with burning wrath. She resembled at this moment an incensed swan,

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darting along with half-44spread wings, every feather ruffled in rage. Periphas perceived that he must try to soothe her. He

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led her into a room in the cave where a clay lamp was burning and on a large flat stone stood dishes containing barley bre

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