Faith any longer, I am beginning to doubt. But, anyway, it yields
a poor enough livelihood nowadays. There have been no offerings at
this temple this five months past, and if I had not a few jars of
corn put by, I might have starved for anything the pious of this
city cared. And I do not think that the affair of that sacrifice
is likely to put new enthusiasm into our cold votaries."

"When did it happen?"

"Twenty hours ago. To-day Phorenice conducts the sacrifice
herself. That has caused the stir you spoke about. The city is in
the throes of getting ready one of her pageants."

"Then I must ask you to open the temple doors and give me
passage. I must go and see this thing for myself."

"It is not for me to offer advice to one of the Seven," said
Ro doubtfully.

"It is not."

"But they say that the Empress is not overpleased at your
absence," he mumbled. "I should not like harm to come in your way,
Deucalion," he said aloud.

"The future is in the hands of the most High Gods, Ro, and I
at least believe that They will deal out our fates to each of us as
They in Their infinite wisdom see best, though you seem to have
lost your faith. And now I must be your debtor for a passage out
through the doors. Plagues! man, it is no use your holding out