Chapter XII.
It was long since Hermon had felt so free and light-hearted as during this voyage. He firmly believed in his recovery. A few days before he had escaped death in the royal palace as if by a miracle, and he owed his deliverance to the woman he loved. In the Temple of Nemesis at Tennis the conviction that the goddess had ceased to persecute him took possession of his mind. True, his blind eyes had been unable to see her menacing statue, but not even the slightest thrill of horror had seized him in its presence. In Alexandria, after his departure from Proclus's banquet, she had desisted from pursuing him. Else how would she have permitted him to escape uninjured when he was already standing upon the verge of an abyss, and a wave of her hand would have sufficed to hurl him into the death-de
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