“Your trireme?”
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
“Dreadful. Oh well, one can build another ship. There are also other women!”
“Cleopatra’s promise!” he said grimly.
“Egypt’s need!” she answered. “If the woman in Pelusium is who I think she is, nothing less than your obedience to me can save both of you from death for treason! Oh yes, you may go and watch your ship burn. Come and tell me about it tomorrow. There is a task I will ask you to undertake.”
THE END
CLEOPATRA’S PROMISE
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER VI
Chapter VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XII