One brief round, and they darted off through the yielding crowd lightly as they had come.
"Now what think you ?" cried the man to the woman.
"Who are they ?" she asked.
"Devadasi--priestesses devoted to the Temple of Apollo.

There is an army of them.

They make the chorus in celebrations.

This is their home.

Sometimes they wander off to other cities, but all they make is brought here to enrich the house of the divine musician.