"What is your plan?" he whispered.
"Betray the council," said she. "Tell the king and write to Caesar
about it. So you will prove your faithfulness and devotion. Loving
Caesar, you have been a spy self-appointed. Antipater shall be put to
death, and we--we shall have honor and glory and, maybe, a palace of
many towers."
She put her arms about his neck and gave him a look whose meaning he
understood.
"By all the gods! you are worthy to be the wife as well as the daughter
of a king," he whispered, his cheeks red with enthusiasm. "But they
will think me a poor spy if I give not the names of the conspirators,
and how may I?"
"But the God-fearing fool, Vergilius--you know he is of them?"
"I am sure--I heard his voice, but I have not seen him."
"You shall see him," said she, with rising fury in her eyes; "and I
shall see him"--she paused, her hands clinched, her tongue sorting hot
words--"melting in fire," she added, fiercely. She clapped her hands;
she leaned forward, her body shaking with a silent, horrible laughter
of the spirit.
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