Northstar Vale Yioí

antigone's angry words brought worry to tamar.

and she felt also a deep pride to hear them. had not arsenio spoken of her also in such sharp-edged passion? had he not too threatened the pharaoh without fear?

yes. at last she saw what she had been blinded toward for these last weeks.

"antigone." her tones now meant to bring his fierce, hateful gaze toward her own.

"when did you know you loved meadow?"