kingdom of Egypt and that of Cyrene.

Myrtilus felt stronger than he had done for a long time, and had sent
him back to the blind friend who would need him more than he did.

But worthy Bias also brought messages from Archias and Daphne. They were
well, and his uncle now had scarcely any cause to fear pursuers.

Before the landing of the boat, the shade had covered Hermon's eyes;
but when, after the freedman's first timid question about his sight, he
raised it again, at the same time reporting and showing what progress
he had already made toward recovery, the excess of joy overpowered
the freedman, and sometimes laughing, sometimes weeping, he kissed the
convalescent's hands and simple robe. It was some time before he calmed
himself again, then laying his forefinger on the side of his nose, he
said: "Therein the immortals differ from human beings. We sculptors can
only create good work with good tools, but the immortals often use the
very poorest of all to accomplish the best things. You owe your sight to
the hate of this old witch and mother of pirates, so may she find peace
in the grave. She is dead. I heard it from a fellow-countryman whom I
met in Herocipolis. Her end came soon after our visit."

Then Bias related what he knew of Hermon's uncle, of Daphne, and
Myrtilus.

Two letters were to give him further particulars.

They came from the woman he loved and from his friend, and as soon as
Bias had lighted the lamp in the tent, at the same time telling his
master in advance many items of news they contained, he set about the
difficult task of reading.

He had certainly scarcely become a master of this art on board the
Hydra, yet his slow performance did all honour to the patience of his
teacher Myrtilus.

He began with Daphne's letter, but by the desire of prudent Archias it
communicated few facts. But the protestations of love and expressions of
longing which filled it pierced the freedman's soul so deeply that his
voice more than once failed while reading them.

Myrtilus's letter, on the contrary, gave a minute description of his
mode of life, and informed his friend what he expected for him and
himself in the future. The contents of both relieved Hermon's sorely
troubled heart, made life with those who were dearest to him possible,
and explained many things which the reports of the slave had not
rendered perfectly clear.

Archias had gone with Daphne to the island of Lesbos, his mother's
native city.