ThisthenwasthemiserableendofKurritheSidonian，slainbythesightoftheBeauty。
“Thouseest，Lady，“saidHelen，turningfromthedeadSidonian，“nomanmayharmme。“
ForamomenttheQueenstoodastonished，whileReithePriestmutteredprayerstotheprotectingGods。Thenshecried:
“Begone，thoulivingcurse，begone！Whereforeartthoucomeheretoworkmorewoeinthishouseofwoeanddeath？“
“Fearnot，“answeredtheHelen，“presentlyIwillbegoneandtroubletheenomore。ThouaskestwhyIamcomehither。Icametoseehimwhowasmylove，andwhombutlastnightIshouldhavewed，butwhomtheGodshavebroughttoshameunspeakable，OdysseusofIthaca，Odysseus，Laertes’son。ForthiscauseIcame，andIhavestayedtolookuponthefaceofherwhosebeautyhadpowertodrivethethoughtofmefromtheheartofOdysseus，andbringhim，whoofallmenwasthegreatestheroandtheforemostleftalive，todoadastarddeedandmakehismightynameabywordandascorn。Knowestthou，Meriamun，thatIfindthematterstrange，sinceifallelsebefalse，yetisthistrue，thatamongwomenthefairestarethemoststrong。Thouartfairindeed，Meriamun，butjudgeifthouartmorefairthanArgiveHelen，“andshedrewtheveilfromherfacesothatthesplendourofherbeautyshoneoutupontheQueen’sdarkloveliness。Thusforawhiletheystoodeachfacingeach，andtoReiitseemedasthoughthespiritsofDeathandLifelookedoneonanother，asthoughthedarknessandthedaylightstoodinwoman’sshapebeforehim。