So she lends an ear to those people who blame Mena, and say of him that he has driven me out of his heart, and has taken a strange woman to his tent.

But it is false and a lie; and I cannot and will not countenance my own mother even, if she embitters and mars what is left to me--what supports me--the breath and blood of my life--my love, my fervent love for my husband." Bent-Anat had listened to her without interrupting her; she sat by her for a time in silence.

Then she said: "Come out into the gallery; then I will tell you what I think, and perhaps Toth may pour some helpful counsel into my mind.

I love you, and I know you well, and though I am not wise, I have my eyes open and a strong hand.

Take it, come with me on to the balcony." A refreshing breeze met the two women as they stepped out into the air.
It was evening, and a reviving coolness had succeeded the heat of the day.