tal and a daughter of the Gods?
Seek not to know, Odysseus, for where Fate puts it in my mind to be,
there do the Gods bear me. Wouldst thou, then, that I leave thee,
Odysseus?"

"Last of all things do I desire this," he answered, for now his wisdom
went a-wandering; now he forgot the words of Aphrodite, warning him that
the Helen might be known by one thing only, the Red Star on her breast,
whence falls the blood of men; and he no more doubted but that she was
the Golden Helen.

Then she who wore the Helen's shape stretched out her arms and smiled so
sweetly that the Wanderer knew nothing any more, save that she drew him
to her.

Slowly she glided before him, ever smiling, and where she went he
followed, as men follow beauty in a dream. She led him through halls
and corridors, past the sculptured statues of the Gods, past man-headed
sphinxes, and pictures of long-dead kings.

And as she goes, once more it seems to her that she hears them whisper
each to each the horror of her sin and the sorrow that shall be. But
naught she heeds who ever leads him on, and naught he hears who ever
follows after, till at length, though he knows it not, they stand in the
bed-chamber of the Queen, and by Pharaoh's golden bed.

Then once more she speaks:

"Odysseus of Ithaca, whom I have loved from the beginning, and whom I
shall love till all deaths are done, before thee stands that Loveliness
which the Gods predestined to thy arms. Now take thou thy Bride; but
first lay thy hand upon this golden Snake, that rings me round, the new
bridal gift of the Gods, and swear thy marriage oath, which may not be
broken. Swear thus, Odysseus: 'I love thee, Woman or Immortal, and thee
alone, and by whatever name thou art called, and in whatever shape thou
goest, to thee I will cleave, and to thee alone, till the day of the
passing of Time. I will forgive thy sins, I will soothe thy sorrows,
I will suffer none to come betwixt thee and me. This I swear to thee,
Woman or Immortal, who dost stand before me. I swear it to thee, Woman,
for now and for ever, for here and hereafter, in whatever shape thou
goest on the earth, by whatever name thou art known among men.'

"Swear thou thus, Odysseus of Ithaca, Laertes' son, or leave me and go
thy ways!"

"Great is the oath," quoth the Wanderer; for though now he feared no
guile, yet his crafty heart liked it ill.

"Choose, and choose swiftly," she answered. "Swear the oath, or leave me
and never see m