Pentaur is much wiser and better than I, you owe much to him, and nevertheless I--" "Let that rest," interrupted the girl, growing grave.

"He is not a man like other men.

If he asked to kiss me, I should crumble into dust, as ashes dried in the sun crumble if you touch them with a finger, and I should be as much afraid of his lips as of a lion's.

Though you may laugh at it, I shall always believe that he is one of the Immortals.

His own father told me that a great wonder was shown to him the very day after his birth.