Chapter 20 - THE SCORN OF KINGS

Inside the tavern, from whence the singing proceeded, there was a strange scene,-somewhat disorderly yet picturesque. Lotys, seated at the head of a long supper-table, had been crowned by her admirers with a wreath of laurels,-and as she sat more or less silent, with a rather weary expression on her face, she looked like the impersonation of a Daph