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text-align: center" + > + BY<br /> + <span class="tei tei-docAuthor" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-size: 120%">JOHN W. GRAHAM</span></span + > + </div> + <br /> + <br /> + <span class="tei tei-docImprint" style="text-align: center" + ><span class="tei tei-pubPlace" style="text-align: center" + >London</span + ><br /> + <span class="tei tei-publisher" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-size: 120%">MACMILLAN AND CO.</span></span + ><br /> + <span class="tei tei-pubPlace" style="text-align: center" + >AND NEW YORK</span + ><br /> + <span class="tei tei-docDate" style="text-align: center" + >1887</span + ></span + ><br /> + <span class="tei tei-titlePart" style="text-align: left" + ><span style="font-size: 90%">No. 33</span></span + ><br /> + <br /> + <span class="tei tei-titlePart" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-size: 90%">[All rights reserved.]</span></span + > + <div class="tei tei-pb" style="text-align: center"></div> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 5em; margin-top: 5em"> + <a id="pdf1"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + margin-top: 3.46em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">Contents</span> + </h1> + <ul class="tei tei-index tei-index-toc"> + <li><a href="#toc2">PART I</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc4">CHAPTER I.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc6">CHAPTER II.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc8">CHAPTER III.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc10">CHAPTER IV.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc12">CHAPTER V.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc14">CHAPTER VI.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc16">CHAPTER VII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc18">CHAPTER VIII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc20">CHAPTER IX.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc22">CHAPTER X.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc24">CHAPTER XI.</a></li> + <li><a href="#toc26">PART II</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc28">CHAPTER I.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc30">CHAPTER II.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc32">CHAPTER III.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc34">CHAPTER IV.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc36">CHAPTER V.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc38">CHAPTER VI.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc40">CHAPTER VII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc42">CHAPTER VIII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc44">CHAPTER IX.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc46">CHAPTER X.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc48">CHAPTER XI.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc50">CHAPTER XII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc52">CHAPTER XIII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc54">CHAPTER XIV.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc56">CHAPTER XV.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc58">CHAPTER XVI.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc60">CHAPTER XVII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"> + <a href="#toc62">CHAPTER XVIII.</a> + </li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc64">CHAPTER XIX.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc66">CHAPTER XX.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc68">CHAPTER XXI.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc70">CHAPTER XXII.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"> + <a href="#toc72">CHAPTER XXIII.</a> + </li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc74">CHAPTER XXIV.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc76">CHAPTER XXV.</a></li> + <li><a href="#toc78">PART III.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc80">CHAPTER I.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc82">CHAPTER II.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc84">CHAPTER III.</a></li> + <li style="margin-left: 2em"><a href="#toc86">CHAPTER IV.</a></li> + <li><a href="#toc88">SOME OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.</a></li> + <li><a href="#toc90">Macmillan’s Colonial Library.</a></li> + <li><a href="#toc92">Footnotes</a></li> + <li><a href="#toc94">Transcriber’s Note</a></li> + </ul> + </div> + </div> + <div class="tei tei-body" style="margin-top: 6em; margin-bottom: 6em"> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 5em; margin-top: 5em"> + <div class="tei tei-pb"></div> + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg001"></a> <a id="toc2"></a + ><a id="pdf3"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 3.46em; + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">PART I</span> + </h1> + <div class="tei tei-pb"></div> + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg002"></a> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page3">[pg 3]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg003"></a> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <p + class="tei tei-p" + style="margin-bottom: 1.44em; text-align: center" + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">NEÆRA</span> + </p> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <a id="toc4"></a><a id="pdf5"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER I.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Anno Domini Twenty-six, Tiberius Caesar, the ruler of the world, + left Rome, with a small retinue, never to return. In the following + year he arrived at the island of Capreae, and there took up his + permanent abode. It was a spot which already possessed substantial + proofs of imperial favour, in the shape of villas, baths, and + aqueducts built by the orders of the Emperor Augustus. It well + merited the partiality displayed, for there are few places to be + found more favoured by nature, in point of situation, than this + small, lofty, iron-bound mountain-island of Capreae. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Opposite, at a distance of three miles, approaches the tip of a + sharp promontory of the mainland, which divides two bays curving + away on either hand. That on the north, from the earliest times, + has had the reputation of being the loveliest in the world. That + on the south, although not comparable, has yet considerable + beauty. Capreae, therefore, stands aloof amid the blue waters, at + the apex of these two semicircles, surveying both from its lofty + mountain and sheer cliffs. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Why the Emperor Tiberius left Rome and secluded himself, for the + remainder of his life, in this small island, away from the seat of + his empire, has never, with certainty, been explained. Whether it + was for political reasons, or for the purpose of giving full + indulgence to those vicious habits which rumour so freely ascribed + to him, is not within the scope of these pages to be determined. + He hastened to continue to his + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page4">[pg 4]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg004"></a>new home those same + marks of favour which his deified predecessor had begun. Armies of + workmen assailed the summits of the cone-like hills and + wave-washed cliffs. New villa-palaces arose on every hand, so that + the narrow limits of the island hermitage might afford to Caesar + the utmost variety possible. Of the twelve projected villas, each + named after a deity, some three or four had been completed and + occupied at the time of our story, whilst the building of the + remainder was actively proceeding. In the autumn of the year + thirty, the date of our story, Tiberius had hidden himself away + from his people for about three years, and, already, dark rumours + were flitting abroad of strange enormities and dread cruelties + shrouded in that outline of mountain amid the sea. The seclusion + of the imperial hermit was strictly preserved, and unauthorised + feet were jealously warned from his rocky retreat. Curiosity + became more inflamed and imagination more rampant. To turn the + invisible Caesar into something akin to an ogre or monster was an + easy and natural outcome of the insular mystery. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + One thing, however, is certain, that, although lost, as the + Emperor may be said to have been, to the eyes of the world, the + world and its affairs, in turn, were never hidden from him. Caesar + remained Caesar—sleepless, prompt and vigorous amid his mysterious + rocks. Day after day, couriers came and went with tidings from + every corner of the known world. The vast empire, like a sprawling + giant, had Capreae for its heart, which impelled the life-blood + ceaselessly to every extremity of its veins and arteries. + </p> + <div class="tei tei-tb">* * * * * * *</div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On an October morning, one of the long, swift boats, used in the + imperial despatch service, left the landing-place in the little + Marina, on the north side of Capreae, and shot away toward the + barren promontory of Minerva opposite. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The vessel was one of a number used for the busy service of + communication with the mainland, and was built on fine, sharp + lines to attain high speed. Plenty of power was lent by the brawny + arms of a dozen stout slaves, whose oars swept the craft along, + with the gently rippling sea foaming under its sharp bows. The + morning was bright, and a delicious autumn serenity softened + mountain and sea with a mellow haze; so + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page5">[pg 5]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg005"></a>that in default of a + breeze to fill the large sail stowed neatly away under the + bulwarks, the rowers bent their backs with a will to their work. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was one passenger on board—a young man with a soldierly air. + He seemed not more than two or three-and-twenty years of age, with + large, handsome, boldly-cut features, of the true Roman cast, and + keen, dark eyes. The expression of his face, something stern and + proud in repose, was, perhaps, heightened by a naturally dark + complexion, still swarthier with sun and wind. He lay wrapped in a + large military cloak, beside the steersman, whose chatter he + acknowledged, now and again, by a nod, or occasionally a brief + word, or smile which softened all severity of visage with a gleam + as bright as the sunny sky above. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After leaving the chill shadow of the terrific, perpendicular + cliffs of the island, the passage across the straits to the + mainland was rapidly made. As the vessel glided finally to its + destination alongside a small landing parapet of stone, on the + shore of the promontory, the young man arose, flung back his + cloak, and sprang lightly ashore. He showed a manly stature of at + least six feet, and a spare, sinewy frame of the best athletic + build, deep in the chest and thin in the flank. No other garb, + than that which clothed him, could more admirably display these + fine proportions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was the richly-chased, polished cuirass, moulded closely to + the lines of the body from throat to abdomen, and imitating them + as accurately as a plaster cast. From this hung the short drapery + of a kilt, or philibeg, nearly to the knee, leaving the leg, + downward, bare to the high boots, which were laced up to the swell + of the calf. The muscular arms of the young officer were likewise + uncovered, save for a short way beneath the shoulder. The large + cloak, before noticed, which hung gracefully from his left + shoulder, greatly enhanced the effect of this military panoply, + particularly suiting the tall stature of the wearer. It was + fastened at the neck by a gold buckle, and could be shifted to + either shoulder, or to the back, or wrapped around the body + altogether. On military service, a polished, crested helmet would + have completed the costume; but, at present, after the usual Roman + fashion, the young man’s head bore no covering but its own + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page6">[pg 6]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg006"></a>dark, close-curling + hair. For arms, he wore the short, straight, Roman sword, and a + poniard. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Just as it may be remarked at the present day, of a certain + exclusive portion of our own military service, so the unusual + richness of the young officer’s appointments, as contrasted with + those of the legionaries, denoted him to be one of the Pretorian + Guard, the household troops, lately gathered into a permanent camp + at Rome, and brought fairly into a position for entering on their + future famous career in the affairs of the city and empire. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As he left the boat its crew saluted him. Returning the courtesy, + he flung the perspiring slaves some pieces of money, and walked + rapidly up the shore towards a group of buildings, comprising the + posting establishment, which had newly sprung into existence, as a + necessary adjunct to the Emperor’s abode. A signal had been waved + from the despatch-boat before reaching the shore, and when he + arrived at the door of the stables he found the ostlers awaiting + him with a horse ready caparisoned for the road. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Back to Rome, Centurion?’ said one, saluting him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Back to Rome,’ replied he, girding his cloak close around him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A good journey!’ chorused the stablemen. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Two or three coins rattled on the gravel for answer, and the + Pretorian vaulted on to the horse’s back, and galloped away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Riding as rapidly as the path would permit, and without drawing + rein, it was not long before the lovely plain of Surrentum broke + on his view, embosomed in the circling vine and olive-clad + mountains, edged by the blue waters of the sea, clothed with + luxuriant fruit-groves, and studded with the villas of the noble + and wealthy, who had retired hither to revel in the soft, + salubrious air of this most lovely spot of a lovely land. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But our horseman paid little attention to the exquisite scene. His + thoughts were otherwise absorbed. He passed the girdling hills, + and closed with the town of Surrentum itself. At the posting + station, in the midst, he changed horses and went on, scarcely + giving time for an idle crowd to gather round. He did not, + however, go very many hundred yards + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page7">[pg 7]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg007"></a>on his second stage, + before he suddenly drew rein on the very outskirts of the town, + where the last houses straggled out amid garden-plots and fields. + It was at a point where a by-road debouched upon his own, almost + at right angles. It seemed to lead back to the town by a + roundabout course, and was lined on either side, in a straggling, + intermittent way, by gardens and cottage-houses, in the manner of + a country village street. The dwelling nearest to where he stood, + at the end of the lane, was about a hundred yards distant. It was + a small, humble house, like the majority of its neighbours, and + was the outpost habitation of the town in that direction. It was + detached and flanked on the town side by a small olive-grove. In + the rear of the premises was an outbuilding; a workshop, to judge + by its black, smoking chimney. The house itself was open-fronted + as a shop. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion turned down this lane, and, when within a few yards + of the house, dismounted and led his horse through a gap in a + ruinous wall to the inside of the enclosure, where he tethered him + amid some trees. Thence he walked up to the house, and looked + inside the open shop, pausing with a fixed gaze. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The interior was fitted with shelves, on which was displayed a + stock of pottery of a kind for which Surrentum was noted. It was + not upon these, however, that the rapt eyes of the soldier rested, + but upon the tall, lithe figure of a girl, who was busily engaged + in taking the articles down and dusting them. Her back being + toward him, he entered the shop with a stealthy step and stood + behind her without her knowledge. Pausing, for a moment, to gaze + upon the figure and the glossy coils of the luxuriant brown hair + of the unconscious girl, he bent down and whispered in her ear the + name ‘Neæra!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She started violently, and the bowl, which she was wiping, fell + from her fingers and shivered with a crash on the floor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, sir, is it you?’ she murmured. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes fell. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, Neæra, it is I—but only for a few niggard moments. I am on + my way back to Rome. ’Tis six weeks since I saw you, Neæra—you + look pale! have you fared well?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Quite well,’ was the brief, constrained reply. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page8">[pg 8]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg008"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And your father and mother?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Both are well—they are within if you will be pleased to see + them.’ She moved as if to go to the interior of the house, but he + laid his hand gently on her arm and detained her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In a moment, Neæra—do you wish to be rid of me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She gave a hasty, timid glance into the street, and he led her + aside into a recess which was less overlooked. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You neither look at me nor speak, Neæra—are you displeased to see + me? Would you rather have had the weary six weeks prolonged into + twelve?’ She raised her head and looked at him with an appealing + expression in her beautiful gray eyes, but, in a brief moment, her + gaze fell once more. ‘Still you do not say whether I am welcome or + not, Neæra?’ he persisted. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Spare me from an answer, I pray you,’ she replied, in an almost + inaudible tone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His swarthy cheeks flushed with a yet deeper colour, and he drew + himself up. ‘As you will,’ he returned; ‘but if your answer would + be “Nay,” say it without hesitation or fear; for I would have the + truth from your heart, even at the expense of a little courtesy.’ + Her agitation increased, and her fingers worked nervously with the + dusting cloth she held. Those fingers, though stained and + roughened with toil, were slenderly and delicately formed. He took + them in his own, and, in spite of her attempt to withdraw them, + kept them in his grasp. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What has happened, Neæra?’ said he, looking into her downcast + face. ‘Has anything that I have done angered you, or rather, that + I have left undone, since I have been chained to duty in yonder + island for six weeks? It is long indeed, but we must reflect that + had the Prefect no business with Caesar then our meetings would be + far seldomer. To Caesar and Prefect I owe the happy chance of + seeing you, and on them for a while still depend future + opportunities. But what is troubling you, Neæra? You are pale and + worn—what has happened?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing but reflection—ah, sir, have pity on me—it was better not + to have returned at all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, is it so?—that is easily mended!’ he replied, in bitter + astonishment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Don’t blame—don’t kill me with scornful tones!’ she + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page9">[pg 9]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg009"></a>said, with more courage, + even though the courage of despair; ‘think, as I have been + thinking through these bitter weeks—oh, so bitter! It is right—it + is just that you see me no more. What is there in common between + us? I am a poor potter’s girl—am rude in speech and manner; you + are nobly born and rich——’ Her voice trembled with extreme + agitation, and she stopped abruptly as if she could trust it no + longer. A smile of infinite tenderness and pity illumined his fine + features. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Had I needed but one thing more to clench my love, you have given + it me,’ he said, catching her hands again and drawing her towards + him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—it were better to love one of your own station,’ she panted, + trying to repulse him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is too late to tell me that. Come, look at me, child!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, I have been foolish and am to blame. I ought to have seen + that your way of life cannot be mine. My father has also said it, + and he is wise.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, he has said it, but you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I say it is truth and must be followed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Foolish! You only bind me the faster to you. Your joint wisdom is + vain against my conviction. What! are we to part because a weak, + foolish fancy seizes you, that your speech and bearing are not + like the artificial, superfine graces of the proud dames who loll + away their lives in palaces? Gods forbid! Why, there are those of + your sex in Rome—ay, even in Surrentum, who would deem me as the + dust beneath their feet.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And there are others, also, whom you would look upon in the same + fashion,’ replied the girl. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘True! and many of them of family and wealth far beyond mine.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yet what you have of both is far above me, and therefore, between + us, all remains the same.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Surrentum cannot better you in a lawyer’s wit, Neæra,’ he said, + with a smile, ‘but you spend it in so poor a cause. There remains + something far beyond rank and wealth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whatever it is, it is not for us in common,’ she said, striving + to appear calm; ‘it is over now. I have been weak and foolish, and + oh, how I have suffered for it! Forgive me, Centurion, if you can + forgive me—go from me and forget me<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page10" + >[pg 10]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg010"></a>—all our folly.’ As she + looked him full in the face there was a depth of anguish in her + eyes which filled him alike with pity and joy. At the same time + she held out her hand, but he folded his arms across his breast. + ‘Centurion!’ he repeated, in a tone of reproof; ‘Neæra, have you + forgotten my name?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His bearing and speech throughout had never shown a sign of + hesitation which might have encouraged her in her determination. + He stood before her vast, immovable, and calmly resolute. Her + glance drooped, and her outstretched hand and arm gradually fell + to her side. Then she buried her face in her hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He bent closer till his breath played on her hair. ‘Neæra,’ he + said, ‘you have been kinder and called me Lucius ere now. Enough + of this madness—this folly of saws and maxims! Misdoubting girl, I + love you for what you are, and above all on this earth. To thrust + me away were to wreck me wholly; and you would not though you + possess the power. For I have gathered it from your lips, your + eyes, your sweet face, that you have some measure of love for me + in return. Is it not so? Speak, Neæra!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She trembled violently, and, yielding to an irresistible impulse, + he threw his arms around her and pressed a fervent kiss upon her + cheek. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She freed herself with a desperate exertion, and stood off, + panting and shaking in extreme emotion, with her cheeks aflame. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neæra!’ he ejaculated, advancing to her again. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, no! Leave me—go and forget me, if you would be merciful and + kind!—oh, you are cruel! Alas, can I ever look in my father’s face + again!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The sound of a footstep in the passage leading to the interior + broke upon their ears. She cast one swift look of lofty reproach, + mingled with sorrow, upon the young man, and then drooped her head + upon her breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A short, thick-set man presented himself in the shop. His hands, + his coarse garments, and even his face, were stained with the + grime of the furnace and the smearings of clay; but through these + outward tokens of the common artisan shone the unmistakable signs + of superior intellect, in the brilliancy of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page11">[pg 11]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg011"></a>his eyes, deep set under + thick brows, and in a massive forehead, which was very broad and + full at the base. His hand, which he raised with a gesture of + surprise, as his gaze rested on the young couple, was of the shape + usually supposed to be peculiar to the gifted artist and mechanic, + being long, square-tipped, and sinewy, with an immense flexibility + and power of thumb. Reading the tell-tale faces of the pair with a + rapid glance, his countenance instantly assumed a grave sternness, + unlike the preoccupied expression which previously rested upon it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What—Centurion! Martialis!’ he said, coldly, and even with an + amount of haughtiness which might, ordinarily, have been deemed + incommensurate with the relative stations of himself and his + visitor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Although his tone was quiet and free from anger or emotion of any + kind, there was an unusual quality in it which seemed to strike + the girl not the less acutely, for she hid her pale face in her + hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, Masthlion, even I!’ returned the Pretorian, stepping forward + and offering his hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion met the open, frank gaze of the young officer for a + moment; then, as if not noticing the proffered greeting, he + dropped his eyes to the floor and remained for a few seconds in + deep thought. Then raising his head he said— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Centurion, I should be grieved to say that you are unwelcome, + yet, I say plainly, that the honour of your visit is not + altogether free from that feeling. Not from personal dislike, I am + bound to say. I will be frank with you. I am a poor fellow, who + earns a modest living for my family by the hard labour of my + hands. You are of the knightly order, and hold high office in + Caesar’s service. You are wholly above the station of me and mine. + As you do not honour my humble dwelling for the sake of buying my + handiwork in the way of trade, I have, therefore, a right to + reflect and inquire what object your presence has.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have a perfect right, Masthlion,’ replied the other, ‘and, + although you know, as I think, right well already, I commend your + method of putting the matter thus plainly. I have as little + inclination to allow any misunderstanding and ambiguity to creep + about my actions as you have, and I will, therefore, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page12">[pg 12]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg012"></a>give you freely, and + without hesitation, an answer as clear as your question—I love + your daughter Neæra!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter nodded in a manner which showed that the reply was no + other than expected. His glance roved from one to the other, + whilst his daughter’s head drooped so low that her face was + completely hidden. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a matter which demands further talk, and, as there is no + reason why it should take place in the sight of neighbours and + passers-by, perhaps you will enter my poor house, Centurion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Willingly—I desire nothing better,’ was the reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion, heaving a deep sigh, took his daughter by the hand and + led the way along the inner passage. Martialis followed them into + a small room, furnished simply with a table, some stools, and a + couch; whilst, for ornament, some brackets and shelves bore a few + exquisitely-finished specimens of glasswork, together with some + small figures sculptured in stone, the fruits of the potter’s + self-taught genius. From the door Masthlion called aloud for his + wife, and she hastily appeared. She was a spare woman, with + patient eyes. Her face had been comely, but was worn and faded + with the hardship and anxiety of a long struggle against hunger + and want in their early wedded life. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A significant glance passed between her and her husband as she + perceived what had occasioned the demand for her presence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She made a silent obeisance to the visitor, and waited for her + husband to speak. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As for Neæra, she stood with her head still bowed on her breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her lover’s tall, erect form, draped in its ample flowing cloak, + seemed to fill the little room. His eyes rested with calm + confidence on Masthlion, who began in grave measured tones:— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wife, the Centurion Martialis hath told me that he loves our + daughter.’ Here he paused a few moments, looking on the floor. + ‘What we should tell him is this, that she is our only child, the + one light of our house. But had we twenty, we must be assured, as + far as possible, of good and honourable keeping ere we let one go + from our roof. You understand this, Centurion?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page13">[pg 13]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg013"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perfectly; it is only natural and proper. Do what you think best + for your assurance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘First, then! is it from mere fancy that you would try to take my + daughter away, and then to cast her off when that fancy has burnt + itself out, after the fashion of many of your order?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No,’ said the young man, drawing himself up with sparkling eyes; + ‘I told you I loved her—now I tell you she must be my wife, or + none other.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And are you sure you would always rest in the same mind as now?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, as far as human thought and perception can go, I have no + doubt of it,’ returned Martialis proudly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion shook his head and sighed; and his wife, from long habit + of waiting on his looks, unconsciously did the same, though + without offering any remark of her own. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is ever the way with the young—eager and heedless!’ said the + potter. ‘Centurion, as an older man, and one who has not lived in + the world with blind eyes, I must tell you that I disagree with + you. You are attracted by the child’s fair looks, and you know + not, or forget, that familiarity will weaken their influence over + your senses. The gods made women fair to please the hearts of men; + but, did they bestow upon them no other qualities, they would + become nothing more than mere toys to be bandied about at will. + Looks attract first; but it is the disposition, and the + accomplishments of the mind, which are necessary to weave a + lasting bond of esteem and love. Where, within these humble walls, + has this poor child learnt those manners and graces which, from + habit, you require, before all, in a companion? Where could she + have gathered the refinements which would be necessary to the wife + of one of your station? Could you present her to your fine friends + and family? She would shame you at every turn—at every word. The + first blush of your fancy would wear off. You would grow angry and + disgusted. You would repent of your bargain, and the rest would be + nothing but bitterness, reproaches, and unhappiness—if not worse. + This is a picture more to be depended on than yours, Centurion. + Go, therefore, and if you think over it, as you ought to do, + without allowing your feelings to bias your reflections, you + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page14">[pg 14]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg014"></a>will see that I am + right, and you will come no more. Thus there will be one rash, + ill-advised affair the less in the world.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Masthlion, your daughter has already told me this,’ answered the + Centurion, with a smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did she so?’ cried the potter, casting a look of pride and + satisfaction at the girl. ‘Then she did wisely and obediently—and + bravely too, if I guess aright. Alas! your proudest dames could + have done no better. Come and kiss me, my brave girl!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra glided to him, and hid her face in his shoulder. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis folded his arms and watched them. The potter had + unconsciously dealt a deathblow to his own cause, if it needed one + at all. Their eyes met at that moment. The acute perception, or + instinct, of the artisan interpreted too well the calm, resolute + light of the young man’s glance, so warm with the picture of the + fair girl before him, and he groaned inwardly as he restlessly + stroked his daughter’s glossy locks. He knew not what to say, so + heavily did the sense of his helplessness press upon him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a year since I stopped one day at the old fountain-basin + yonder,’ said Martialis, stretching out his arm. ‘I had ridden far + and was thirsty, and Neæra was filling her pitcher. It was thus I + met her first. I went on my way, but her image haunted my mind. I + sought her again, and discovered that her looks did not belie her + heart. I have chosen her to fill my mind, even as you would have + me choose; not from a light fancy of the eyes alone, but because I + know she is pure, noble, and good in spirit. As for the rest, you + may magnify, from ignorance, my position and importance. Neæra is + naturally predisposed toward those trifling changes which you deem + necessary, and she would glide into them instinctively and + unconsciously. Masthlion, these arguments will be vain, so use + them not. I ask you to give me your daughter Neæra, in betrothal.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter did not reply straightway, but, smoothing the trembling + girl’s head ceaselessly with his hand, he stood with his brow + contracted in painful thought, and his eyes bent on the ground. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In good faith, Centurion,’ he said, after an uneasy silence, ‘you + rend my heart between doubt and anxiety, and a desire + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page15">[pg 15]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg015"></a>to act generously as + well as prudently. Can I deliver up my child to a stranger? Were + you of this district I could judge better of you. You are honest + and fair-spoken, and your looks correspond to your speech. But yet + you are no more than a stranger, and Surrentum knows you not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I would fetch Rome, if I could, to aid you,’ said the young man. + ‘You are pleased to be satisfied with my appearance; I, for my + part, will await your further inquiries with confidence.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have no suspicion of your character, noble sir, but prudence + requires proof. I cannot give you a decided answer, for now we are + at odds and evens. You are sanguine and confident of the future; I + am not. Hawks should pair only with hawks, and sparrows with + sparrows. More words at present, however, would be spent to no + purpose—the matter requires time and reflection.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The child Neæra is not goods or chattels, husband—is she to have + no word for herself?’ remarked his wife quietly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, truly, Tibia; thou hast ever a word in season,’ answered the + potter to his delighted spouse. ‘The gods forgive me for a + thoughtless blockhead. It would be a fine way of making a pot + without first proving if the clay be fit. What say you, Neæra—do + you love this young man?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The girl clung closer, and buried her face deeper in his shoulder, + but her silence was eloquent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The soldier’s bronzed face gathered a deeper tinge, and his ears + were strained to catch the accents which he expected to follow, + but which came not. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, my child,’ continued Masthlion earnestly; ‘I want thee to + say truly what thy heart prompts thee to say. If thou lovest him + speak it then; there is no crime or harm in it that I can see. You + have heard what has passed, and I can call your confession, if it + is what I expect it to be, only by as hard a name as a misfortune. + Speak!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A simple ‘Yes’ was the reply, in a voice so low and yet so clear + that it caused her lover’s blood to bound in his veins with + exquisite joy. He stepped forward as if to take her, but the hand + of Masthlion restrained his eager advance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough,’ said the potter, ‘the mischief is done, it is clear, but + yet the matter must rest as it is for a time. I am yet + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page16">[pg 16]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg016"></a>unconvinced, and I give + not my consent so heedlessly to a partnership so brimful of + hazard. I must be better assured. In the meantime, Centurion, I + ask of thee one condition.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis was burning with eagerness, for his beloved now stood + before him ready to his arms, with downcast eyes and cheeks + blushing with sudden joy and hope. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Name it!’ he said quickly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is that you neither visit nor correspond with this child + without my knowledge.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is no more than I have done hitherto,’ said Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I believe it, and it is much to your credit,’ returned Masthlion. + ‘Now go, Centurion. Stand by our agreement; and may the gods + direct the matter to the best end—for I need their help.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Farewell!’ said the young man, reaching forward to clasp Neæra to + his breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No!’ said the potter, once more stretching his ruthless arm + before him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion frowned; but the cloud fled when he saw the tender, + curving lips of Neæra moving, as though silently fashioning his + name, and her beautiful eyes, more beautiful still, with the light + of love and hope and joy. From the divine smile on her face he + drew consolation, as he grasped the earthy hand of the potter + instead of hers. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With a lingering look he drew his cloak around him, and hastened + away at a pace which received additional lightness and speed from + his feelings. A couple of minutes more and he was galloping at a + headlong speed on the road to Rome. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As soon as their visitor had departed, Masthlion withdrew to his + workshop at the rear of his premises. He found it vain, however, + to try and use his tools during the disturbed state of his mind; + for every now and then he discovered himself standing motionless + with them in his hand, his thoughts being far away. After a wasted + half hour, therefore, he threw them down, and, washing his hands + and face, left the house to wander away on a lonely ramble along + the edge of the sea, and up the ravines of the hills, in order to + give unrestrained liberty in his meditations. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The mountains were looming dark and purple in the gathering gloom, + and a chilly breath from the dusky sea was + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page17">[pg 17]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg017"></a>stirring the leaves when + he turned his steps homeward. He found his simple supper and his + wife and daughter awaiting him. An unusual restraint weighed upon + them all. The customary familiar chat was lacking, and the meal + passed quickly and in silence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When Neæra put her arms round her father’s neck for her nightly + caress, she whispered, ‘Have I done wrong in loving him, father? + Are you displeased with your Neæra?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am not displeased, child. I blame no one for loving; yet would + I be less anxious had you loved some humbler man.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is noble and good, father.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods grant it true.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If you will it I will see him no more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, you talk foolishly—I hope I am neither harsh nor selfish. + Get to bed, child, and try if you can sleep, though your heart be + galloping, this moment, to Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Say you are not angry with me then!’ she murmured. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I blame you not, silly girl; I blame six feet or more of human + flesh, and a handsome face, which hath beguiled your silly girlish + thoughts. Heaven only knows how much more mischief of the same + nature they are guilty of already, for I do not—now go!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her lips pouted a little, but she left the room with a light step. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The firm, determined mouth of the man quivered, and the moisture + dimmed his deep-set eyes. He passed his hand over his massive brow + and gave a deep sigh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wife!’ he said briefly, ‘I am going to Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To Rome!’ echoed Tibia fearfully, for the mention of the great + city always loaded her simple rustic mind with a sense of mystery + and danger. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, to Rome,’ rejoined Masthlion; ‘the time has come when I must + try and find your brother, if alive. Silo will give me a passage + in his trader—’tis about his time to be touching here Tiberward.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page18">[pg 18]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg018"></a> <a id="toc6"></a + ><a id="pdf7"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER II.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On the following day, in Rome, about the seventh hour, or noon, a + small party descended the slope of the Janiculan Hill toward the + Tiber. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Though not included in the more famous cluster of the seven hills + across the river, which formed the heart of Rome, the Janiculum, + with its long straight ridge running nearly north and south, was + the greatest in altitude, and commanded the noblest and most + extensive view of the city itself, as well as the loveliness of + the surrounding plain, as far as the circling Apennines beyond. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With the straight line of the hill as a base, a sharp curve of the + river forms the other two sides of a triangle, enclosing a level + tract of ground. This was the Transtibertine district, which + formed the fourteenth, and largest, region of the city, as + arranged by Augustus. In interest and importance it was perhaps + the least, being populated by the lowest classes, particularly + fishermen, tanners, and the like. It was also the original Ghetto, + or quarter of the Jews, which now occupies the bank of the river + immediately opposite. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The obvious advantages of dwelling above the crammed and stifling + valleys naturally brought the hills, in time, from the princely + and fashionable Palatine, almost wholly in the hands of the + powerful and wealthy classes. The Janiculum, as a suburban mount, + was greatly lacking in the noble buildings and ancient traditions + which clothed the urban seven. Neither was it fashionable, for it + lay too far from the public places of the city, most frequented by + society. Nevertheless, there were some who preferred its fresher + and purer air, its nobler prospect and its greater seclusion, to + the advantages and attractions of a more central residence. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page19">[pg 19]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg019"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + One of these was a wealthy man who had long retired from a busy, + public life, to devote himself to the quiet pursuits of study, in + a house he had built, and gardens he had laid out, on a commanding + eminence of the hill. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The name of Quintus Fabricius had once been celebrated in the city + as that of a senator distinguished for uprightness, firmness, and + liberality, but his public fame had almost passed away with a new + generation. He was now, at the time we speak of, far better known + throughout Rome in connection with a domestic matter, which will + unfold itself in the following pages. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was of an old family; and if wealth, taste, and an easy + conscience could make a man happy, surely he might be said to be + truly so. We will follow him, for it is he, and his five slaves, + who form the small party previously mentioned. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They walked in three divisions. Two powerful slaves led the van, + whose especial care was to clear a way for their master through + the crowded, tortuous lanes. When their cry of ‘Place, place,’ was + unheeded, they enforced a passage, after the usual custom, by a + rough and ready use of their brawny arms and shoulders. The + remaining three slaves walked in the rear, each bearing some + trifling burden of personal attire or convenience belonging to + their master. In the centre walked Fabricius himself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was tall and spare, but with a slight stoop. His features were + regular and handsome. His hair, though closely cropped, was yet + thick and luxuriant, but white as snow. He could not have been + less than seventy-five years of age; but the vigorous, free + motions of his limbs, and the healthy hue of his aged, wrinkled + face, denoted a still sound constitution, preserved by a temperate + mode of life. His dark eyes, though somewhat sunken, were yet + bright and quick. As he now passed along, engaged with no train of + thought in particular, their expression was one of settled + melancholy abstraction. His mouth was closely knit and firm, but, + occasionally, as some poor neighbour saluted him, his lips curved + into a kindly smile. His vigorous old age, and the natural + nobility of his appearance, were calculated to inspire respect; + but there were also distinctions in his dress which marked his + rank. His toga was made of wool, in its natural colour of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page20">[pg 20]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg020"></a>greenish white, a + fashion of garment which was preserved by men of distinguished + rank long after the toga itself had fallen into disuse. On the + right breast of his short-sleeved tunic, where it peeped from + beneath the graceful folds of the toga, might be seen a glimpse of + the ‘Angustus Clavus,’<a href="#note_1" id="noteref_1" + ><span class="tei tei-noteref" + ><span style="font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super" + >1</span + ></span + ></a + > + or narrow purple stripe, which was woven into the garment, and ran + down perpendicularly from each shoulder. The high buskins on his + feet were each fastened in front by four black thongs, ornamented + by a small crescent, the exclusive, sartorial badge of senatorial + rank. Such little particulars were trifling enough in extent, and + unnoticeable to a stranger, but to a Roman eye they denoted at + once the rank and importance of the wearer. They were, however, + unnecessary in the poor and crowded suburb through which he and + his slaves passed leisurely towards the river. He was well known + to the humble inhabitants, in consequence of the proximity of his + mansion, which stood on the height overlooking them; and, also, by + acts of liberality and good-nature, which ever met with full + appreciation. Hence, as he wound his way through the crowded and + not altogether sweet-flavoured district, his vanguard of slaves + before mentioned had only occasion now and again to use their + voices to open a free passage. The people gave way readily, with + gestures of respect. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The main street of the district which they traversed brought them, + in a few minutes, nigh to the river, just where it curved round + the point of land. In a right line before them stretched the + Aemilian Bridge, leading direct to the Palatine Mount and the + city; to the left hand forked another road over the island of the + Tiber. At this junction the leading slaves halted and turned to + learn their master’s pleasure as to his intended route. The old + man hesitated as if undecided, and, as he did so, a slim personage + presented himself before the stationary group. Two or three rings + on his fingers proclaimed his gentility as a Roman knight, and + every fold of his toga was disposed with the most scrupulous + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page21">[pg 21]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg021"></a>exactness. He might be + about forty years of age, with straight black hair, a long nose, + curved very much downwards, and small black eyes, rather too + prominent and close set to be called handsome. As he halted, his + lips parted in a smile, which displayed a row of brilliant white + teeth. The slaves of Fabricius, on perceiving him, made him marked + obeisance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Titus Afer!’ murmured one of them in his master’s ear. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius looked up from his momentary deliberation or + abstraction. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ha, nephew, is it you?’ said he. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even so, dear uncle. You seem to be on the horns of a dilemma,’ + returned the new-comer; ‘have you started out to dine, uncle, not + having settled where to turn in for your dinner?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, no; I am going to dine with my old friend Florus on the + Quirinal—but you, nephew?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, I!—it is of no consequence—I was coming just to spend an hour + with you. It is three days since I have seen you. With your + permission I will turn and go along with you, for a space, on your + way, whichever it is!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By the Circus Flaminius; it is less crowded, though a little + longer in distance,’ said Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He gave a slight motion of his hand, indicating the left turn, and + they took their way over the Cestian Bridge unto the island of the + Tiber, sacred to Aesculapius. Thence by the bridge of Fabricius + they were quickly on the opposite bank, and passing round by the + outer side of the Capitoline. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So far they walked in silence. The elder seemed absorbed in + abstraction, and the younger to be waiting, as if in deference to + his relative’s cogitations. At length the old man turned his head + toward the slaves who followed and waved his hand. They fell back + farther in rear. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Were you coming to tell me aught of your mission, Titus?’ he + began. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I went as you desired,’ returned his nephew, nodding. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was good of you, as ever, nephew; but to no purpose, I + suppose—as ever,’ said the old man, adding the last words with a + weary, half-suppressed sigh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘None at all!’ rejoined Afer, with another and deeper sigh. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page22">[pg 22]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg022"></a>‘The woman was + six-and-twenty years old if she was a day; and, as for her + appearance, she was as likely to have grown from your Aurelia, as + a barn-door fowl from an eaglet. These tales and rumours are + detailed by knavish people simply to work upon your weakness, + uncle, and to squeeze your purse—why listen to them?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, nephew—how can I shut my ears?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are an unfailing, bottomless gold-mine to these people.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh!’ cried the old man fervidly, throwing up his open palm to the + blue heavens, and looking up with a burning glance of his sunken, + sorrow-laden eyes, ‘if the good gods would only give me back my + lost darling, the joy of my old age,—my gold, and all that I have, + to the last farthing, might be flung, if need be, broadcast over + the streets of Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The black brows of the nephew knitted at the vehement words. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And, truly, if what you have spent already, uncle, on this vain + quest were sown broadcast, there would scarce be a gutter vagabond + in the city that would not be the richer. You have done all you + can do, and I have helped to the best of my ability.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have, nephew, right nobly. Think not that I have forgotten + it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then why cast good after bad? Will you not be assured after all + these silent years of the hopelessness of all efforts?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I lived to a hundred years, nephew, I could never sever hope + from me—it is part of me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And I have none left, though I grieve to say it, and, moreover, + my reason is less governed by feeling than yours—poor Aurelia!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods overlook us,’ said Fabricius, with a quiver in his + voice, while the lips of the other curled in scorn. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The impudent scoundrel, whom you sent to pilot me to his supposed + discovery, demanded two thousand sesterces ere he would budge. It + is horrible, but I was forced to pay the extortioner. I would not + mention it, uncle, but for my misfortune of being not too well + provided with property.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It shall cost thee no more than it ever has,’ returned + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page23">[pg 23]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg023"></a>Fabricius; ‘thou shalt + have it back and another two thousand, as well, for thy kindness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay—I should seem to make a trade of robbing you like the rest of + them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Say no more, nephew, I insist upon it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The other shrugged his shoulders and was silent, and so they + reached the foot of the Quirinal Hill, upon which the house was + situated where Fabricius was to dine. Here Afer halted. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are for the bath then?’ said Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even so; and then to dine with Apicius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah! we old-fashioned men dine at an old-fashioned hour. This + Apicius gives feasts such as we could never dream of.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The finest in Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, every one to their own tastes. Florus and myself will, no + doubt, enjoy our modest entertainment as much as Apicius his + profusion, though it cost nothing in proportion. It is a foolish, + empty way of spending one’s money, Titus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘From necessity I am not likely to copy it, uncle. Nevertheless, + if he choose to throw a portion of his away on me, I will not + refuse it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yet there is a subtle danger in it, for——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, nay, uncle,’ said his nephew, laughing; ‘if you begin to + moralise your dinner will grow cold. So I will go and tell you + later how mine was served.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come then to see me soon, nephew—a good appetite. Farewell!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius and his slaves turned to ascend the hill, and Afer + watched them going. ‘Nothing will cure him of this delusive hope, + it is clear,’ he muttered. ‘Assuming, therefore, that all this + profitless expense is unavoidable, it is only just and prudent + that it should flow mainly into the purse of his heir, and not + into the swindling hands of scamps and aliens, in order to feed + wine-shops and brothels. Hermes himself will give me witness that + I spoke truth when I said that yon vagabond demanded two thousand + sesterces ere he would budge. So he did, but he only got two + hundred in the end. What a brilliant idea—what a stroke of genius + it was, on my part, to obtain the monopoly of this infatuation! + Formerly, every one of sufficient impudence could work upon his + credu<span class="tei tei-pb" id="page24">[pg 24]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg024"></a>lity, and extort their + own terms from the foolish old man; but since my appointment as + superintendent of inquiries, I regulate all to suit my own ideas. + It pleases him and it benefits me. Who could do better? Not the + deities themselves.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But if your terms were more liberal your custom would increase, + as well as your profits, noble Afer,’ said a deep voice in his + ear. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight wheeled round with the swiftness of light, and the + severity of the sudden surprise was seen in the rush of blood + which suffused his otherwise pale face. His brows knitted so as + almost to hide the furious glance of his eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Before him stood a man whose superior bulk, lighter complexion, + broader and less marked physiognomy, betrayed other than the Latin + blood. He was dressed in the rough woollen tunic of the common + citizen, girded with a belt of untanned leather, whilst his feet + were shod with a kind of sandal, having strong leather soles. The + short sleeves of his tunic displayed his hairy, muscular arms. His + chin was bristly and needed the razor, and his hair unkempt and + disordered. He might be anything in the lowest strata of the city + community, but there was that in his loafing, cunning appearance, + which seemed not to belong to an honest, industrious mechanic. His + attitude, as he stood regarding his superior, whom he had so + familiarly accosted, was cool and careless, and his smile as full + of impertinence as assurance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + If a glance could have laid him dead upon the pavement, he would + have fallen, straightway, before the rage, hate, and contempt + which flashed upon him from the glowing eyes of Afer. But, + unabashed, he altered not a jot of his bearing. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is it thou?’ uttered Afer, in a voice thick with passion; ‘how + darest thou lurk at my elbow and play the eavesdropper?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It needed no extra sharp ear to catch what you said, patron. But + for the noise of the streets you might have been heard somewhere + between this and the Palatine. It is dangerous to think in such a + loud, public voice, and I recommend you to shake off the habit, + for your own good, patron.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The familiar style of this speech in no way allayed the storm in + the mind of the knight, and he shook like an aspen leaf, with a + passion impossible wholly to hide. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page25">[pg 25]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg025"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are not in the humour to see me, patron—you are angry with + me,’ added the man coolly; ‘it is as plain as anything can be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take heed, or your presumption, which is growing beyond all + bounds, will run you into a certain amount of danger—impudent + vagabond, is it for such as you to accost me thus? More respect, I + bid thee, or beware!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The menacing tone of the knight, and the dangerous, evil + expression on his face, might have been judged sufficient warning + in an ordinary case, but the man’s hardihood was in no way + daunted. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Presumption, patron,’ he echoed; ‘there, with your honour’s + leave, I must differ with you. I consider myself—in regard to the + intimate relations between us—a most modest, respectful, and + untroublesome client. Why, it is full three months since I + presented myself to your honourable presence. I have seen you at + chance times—for I am compelled now and again to encourage + wearisome existence by the grateful sight of your person—but these + have only been glimpses at a distance. Nor would I intrude myself + upon you now, only that hard necessity compels me. In fact, + patron, my treasure is drained to the last sesterce, which went + this very morning to inspire my failing strength with a draught of + vinegar, which they called wine.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have nothing to give you—you are importunate beyond reason. You + have, already, had much more than was stipulated. That you know as + well as I. I will give you no more, so be off!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, patron, and without as much as the cost of a mouthful of + dinner? cast me off to starve?’—this with a burlesque of righteous + horror in his looks and gestures—‘I, too, who have had the blessed + fortune to do you such service! Some reptile has bitten my noble + patron and changed his nature. Poor Cestus, then, may go and hang + himself, or throw himself to fatten the pike in the Tiber; but + no—you cannot, surely, refuse poor Cestus, thus empty and naked + before you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Silence!’ cried he of the toga, as fiercely as he could, without + attracting the attention of the passers-by. ‘Good-for-nothing + spendthrift, you have had enough to have made you + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page26">[pg 26]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg026"></a>wantless for the + remainder of your life, with an ordinary amount of care in its + use!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I only follow the fashion of many of my betters, patron. To be + free with one’s treasure is an excellent way of becoming popular + and powerful—none better—in Rome at least.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough, I have said! If you are wise you will leave your + insolence behind you, among your pot companions, when you seek to + come before me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Surely, patron, when you consider the matter calmly, you can + hardly refuse me a small present,’ said Cestus, assuming instantly + a mock respect, which was only too palpably impudent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight bit his lip, and the heaving of his breast stirred the + folds of his toga with rapid pulsations. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You fool!’ he said bitterly; ‘do you imagine I would beggar + myself to enrich you? No—I can afford no more!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘May I be cursed if I should ever think of bringing you to the + same sad state as mine,’ was the satirical answer. ‘Far from that, + I know, so well, that the fountain of your purse is fed from a + stream which flows unfailing out of Latium, even as the grateful + spray of Orpheus, on the Esquiline yonder, is fed by the aqueduct + from the waters of heaven. You will excuse the style for once, + patron: you know I was once in the household of a poet.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + These words drew upon him another viperous look, but being in a + position which rendered him careless of such exhibitions of his + superior’s feelings, he continued his simile. ‘It is wonderful to + me, patron, that you are content to see such scanty driblets + filtered through a worn old fountain, when you might, so easily, + direct the full glorious flood straight to your own coffers. My + devotion to your welfare is my only excuse for my tongue. But, + patron—you are a most patient, enduring man.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am—of your insolence, you dog,’ was the rapid and burning + answer. ‘A less enduring man would have had your ribs tickled, or + your tavern cup flavoured long ere this, most noble Cestus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The man palpably changed colour and winced; but if the words of + his patron had not the effect of quelling him, they instantly + changed his easy impertinence and effrontery into a sullen, dogged + front. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page27">[pg 27]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg027"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come,’ growled he, with a dark, lowering visage, ‘if we get to + threatenings, you shall find that two can play at that game. Give + me some money and let me go—I must have it, and no more trifling!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! If you + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">must</span></span + > + have it you must, and I cannot refuse,’ answered the knight, whose + humour seemed as suddenly to change, as if in triumph, for he + actually allowed a smile to part his lips. ‘I grieve that words of + mine should have ruffled you. As I am not in the habit of carrying + about with me such an amount of money as you will doubtless + consider proper to ask, perhaps you will do me the favour to walk + with me as far as my house, dear Cestus?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus hesitated, and looked doubtingly on the unexpected + spectacle of his patron’s politeness. His cunning nature was + suspicious. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What a changeable man!’ was the bland remark of the other; ‘a + minute ago he was demanding his wants, like a robber tearing spoil + from a victim. Now when he is asked to walk a short way to receive + it, he hangs back.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No tricks, master—or else!’ said Cestus, eyeing him keenly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tricks! Certainly not. You are very coarse. Come!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer then led the way with the man at his heels, so close indeed + that he turned and motioned him to keep at a greater distance. + Their course lay through the middle of the Subura, a district + which lay in the valley, between the Eastern hills and the Fora. + It was one of the most ancient districts of the city, as well as + the most densely peopled, and noted for its crowded thoroughfares, + its low society, its noise and dirt. Occasionally the traffic + would come to a dead-lock, amid much shouting and forcible + language, caused, perhaps, by the stoppage of some heavy wain, + laden with blocks of building material, hauled along with ropes. + Or, again, some great man, in his litter, surrounded by his + servants, thought fit to halt, for some purpose, in the narrow + ways. His suite would, thereupon, become the nucleus of a + squeezing crush of pedestrians, who cast frowning glances at the + litter and its occupant. At another place, his greatness, moving + along, would meet with a like obstruction, and there would be seen + the spectacle of rival slaves battling a passage through. Nor were + the <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page28">[pg 28]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg028"></a>customs of the tradesmen + calculated to increase the public convenience, for they intruded + their business into the already too limited space. Their stalls + jutted out, and even then failed altogether to confine their + occupations. A cobbler hesitated not to ply his awl in public, nor + a barber to shave his customer outside his door. The gutters were + frequented by noisy hucksters plying their trade, and selling all + kinds of articles, from sulphur matches to boiled peas and beans. + Importunate beggars were rife with every sorrow, complaint, and + ailment; from the lame, sick, and blind, to the shipwrecked + sailor, carrying a fragment of his ill-starred ship over his + shoulder, as a proof of his sad lot. Down the narrower alleys were + noisome, reeking dens crammed with the scum of the city. Thieves, + murderers, blackguards, bullies loafed about; fallen women also + loitered and aired themselves till the evening approached, when + all this daylight idlesse of human filth betook itself to its + frightful occupations of crime and wickedness, either in its own + refuges, or flooded abroad upon the city. Yet this district, from + its central position, was necessarily frequented, and even + inhabited, in a few cases, by the higher orders of society. To + imagine an unsealed Whitefriars, or a tract of the east end of + modern London, cramped and narrowed, after the style of the old + Roman city, and placed between two fashionable quarters, would + give the best idea of the character of the Subura of Rome. It was + the peculiar situation of the city which led to this intermixing + of classes. In a city of a plain, where no part of the ground + offers any advantage over another, the wealthy naturally form a + district select from the poor. In Rome, the great and wealthy + sought the elevated and pleasanter faces of the hills, while the + poorer people remained beneath. Thus the intermediate valleys, + however populated, unavoidably became thoroughfares, and no doubt, + to a certain extent, the haunts of all classes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Through the teeming Subura, then, we will follow our two + characters. They each threaded their way after their own manner. + The knight, slim, supple, and quick, slipped along like an eel, + avoiding all contact and gliding through every opening with the + accustomed ease of a person city bred. On the other hand the + Subura was the home of Cestus, to whom every nook and corner was + familiar. This fact, combined + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page29">[pg 29]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg029"></a>with his superior weight + and bulk, rendered his movements more careless and independent of + passers-by, some of whom came into collision with him, to their + own sorrow. He was, moreover, recognised by more than one fellow + inhabitant as he passed along. Two or three fellows, as idle and + rough looking as himself, leered knowingly at him from the open + front of a wine-shop where they were lounging. Another one nodded + and winked to him from out of a reeking, steaming cook-shop where + he was munching a light meal of the simplest character. Among the + many street idlers, one greasy vagabond, with an evil, bloated + face, went so far as to catch his arm and whisper, with a coarse + laugh, ‘What, Cestus, boy, hast hooked thy patron? Thou wilt come + back like a prince!’ But Cestus shook him off, and having cleared + the Subura, he and his patron entered on a less crowded path, and + the short, steep ascent of the Esquiline Hill. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At the summit they passed a statue of Orpheus. He was represented + playing on the lyre to a group of wild animals, exquisitely + modelled in the attitudes of rapt attention to the inspired music. + The group was placed in the centre of a large circular basin for + the reception of the spray, which usually danced and sparkled from + the head of the immortal musician. On this day, however, for some + reason, the fountain was dry. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As he passed, the knight turned round, and, pointing with his + finger to draw his follower’s attention to the fact, said, with a + cold smile, ‘My Cestus, when you likened the supply of my funds to + the feeding of that fountain, you made a bad comparison—it is a + bad omen, good and faithful man. Do you accept it?—I do.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus was in no way behind the age in superstition. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ muttered he, bestowing a parting glance at the dry + figures and empty basin; ‘plague on the aediles for falling short + of water just at this time! No matter—water, or no water! omen, or + no omen! I shall still remain a faithful client to my patron.’ And + he followed on with a grin. After proceeding another hundred yards + Afer stopped before the porch of a dwelling, small and modest, but + pleasantly situated, overlooking no small portion of the city. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Step in, man, and drink a cup of wine while we arrange terms,’ + said he, with ironical politeness. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page30">[pg 30]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg030"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But some suspicion was awakened in the breast of the other and he + did not stir. ‘Bring it to me—I will wait here,’ said Cestus, with + a shake of his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But you have not told me what you want.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Six thousand will serve me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are growing modest, Cestus—come and I will give it you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Cestus still refused to proceed inside the house. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why—what do you fear?’ demanded Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You said something over there, where we met, that I liked not, + patron,’ returned Cestus doggedly; ‘there is something about you + now that bodes no good. I will, therefore, put no wall between me + and the open street.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What I said over there was true enough,’ said the knight, drawing + near and fastening upon him a peculiar look; ‘there are scores in + Rome who would have said “dead men tell no tales,” and, acting on + that, would have made you a breathless carcase long ago, if they + had suffered the behaviour which you have favoured me with. Fool, + do you think I would hurt you any more than you would harm me. No; + you are as necessary to me as I to you—I have more work for you to + do—come!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He went inside, and proceeded to one of the doorways which opened + off the spacious hall, or atrium, as it was called, which had a + tesselated floor and a small fountain in the midst. At the sound + of his foot appeared two or three slaves to wait upon him. Cestus + followed more slowly, with a keen, wary glance at the various + doors and passages around, as though they might, at any moment, + belch forth vassals to fasten on him. The knight lifted the + curtain of an apartment and beckoned him to follow. He did so, and + found himself, with no small amount of misgiving, in a small room, + lighted by a narrow window of glass. There were a couple of + couches, for furniture, and a small carved table, and, for + ornament, three or four bronze statues of exquisite workmanship. + In addition to these the walls were adorned with frescoes of + mythological subjects, done by no unskilful hand. Afer, standing + with the curtain still uplifted in one hand, pointed with the + other to a couch, and, bidding his follower wait, disappeared. + Cestus remained motionless, watching the screen of the doorway, + with all his senses strained like a beast of prey, to catch the + least <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page31">[pg 31]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg031"></a>sound. But nothing + reached his ear, till, at the end of a quarter of an hour, his + patron returned. He came to the table and threw a bag thereon. It + jingled as it fell, and the eyes of Cestus flashed and fastened on + the precious object. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There, my worthy Cestus, are six thousand sesterces; take them + and use them economically.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The broad hand of the man fell upon the bag and thrust it away in + the breast of his tunic. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What—are you not going to tell it over to see that I cheat you + not?’ said Afer mockingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—I can trust your counting, noble patron,’ answered Cestus + hurriedly; ‘and now I will go, for I am craving with hunger.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And thirst!’ added Afer, clapping his hands loudly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The echo had hardly died away when a young Greek slave entered, + bearing a cup and a larger vessel of variegated glass. At a nod + from his master he filled the cup with wine from the flagon and + handed it to Cestus. But that individual hesitated and declined + with some amount of confusion. Nothing but the direst need could + have compelled him to make such a sacrifice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I dare not drink with an empty stomach—I dare not indeed; ’tis + rare wine, but allow me to go, or I shall drop from sheer want of + food, most noble patron—indeed I shall!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then I will drink it for you, O man of tender stomach—you grow + delicate,’ said Afer, with a derisive laugh; ‘fortune to us both!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He drained it off, and the slave disappeared with the emptied cup. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I want thee soon I can hear of thee at the same place, + Cestus?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘As usual!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will keep you no longer. Go and feed on the best sausages you + can find.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks, noble patron—you will find me ever ready and devoted.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As I found thee this morning. Expect to hear of me very soon.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With these words they emerged into the hall, and Cestus, drawing a + long breath as he saw the way clear, went off at a pace which + utterly belied his fainting state. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page32">[pg 32]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg032"></a> <a id="toc8"></a + ><a id="pdf9"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER III.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + From the centre of his atrium Afer watched his well-furnished + client retreat down the passage or lobby which led to the street, + and marked, with a sour smile, the hasty stride, or almost leap, + with which he vanished out of the sunlight which filled the porch. + He stood a while with lips compressed, as, with a heart aching + with wrath and mortification, he pondered on what had passed, on + the sum of money he was lacking, and the hateful manner of its + extortion. Then he turned and bade his slaves prepare to accompany + him to the bath, which was an indispensable daily luxury to a + Roman, and usually indulged in previous to the dinner hour. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Though not what Rome would call a wealthy man, T. Domitius Afer + was of sufficient means, and from his connection with Fabricius, + we may gather, of sufficient right of birth, to rank him among the + equestrian order. His house, though small, was incontestably ruled + by a master possessing the somewhat rare quality of exquisite + taste. Harmony and symmetry reigned over all its appointments, + ordered by the still more rare magic of the hand, which rounds off + the formal chilliness of perfect chastity and regularity, by an + artful and timely touch of graceful negligence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was no painting, statue, nor carved vase, nor couch, which + might not, from its beauty and delicacy of design and finish, have + had a place amid the household magnificence of Caesar. The + combination of faculties which we call taste can perform wonders + of delight with the meanest appliances. It requires inexhaustible + resources, together with barbaric ignorance and coarseness, to + shock the senses. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer remained some minutes pacing up and down the atrium of his + house in deep thought. Then rousing himself + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page33">[pg 33]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg033"></a>he beheld his slaves + awaiting his departure, with towels, unguents, and other + necessaries. Without further delay, therefore, he left the house + and proceeded to some private baths in the neighbourhood, where he + enjoyed the company of some acquaintances, as well as the physical + refreshment of what moderns call a Turkish bath. When he had + leisurely gone through this delightful process; when he had + finally been scraped with the strigil, rubbed dry and anointed + from head to foot with a perfumed unguent, his youthful Greek + attendant robed him with most elaborate care to suit his exacting + taste, and he left the baths to step into a kind of sedan chair, + which awaited him at the doors. He was borne thus, the short + distance which intervened, to the house of one Apicius, on the + Palatine, the most fashionable quarter in Rome, and finally to + become almost the exclusive property of the emperors. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He alighted in a courtyard, whereon opened the magnificent + entrance of a very large and imposing mansion. He went in. The + lofty interior gleamed with rich marbles and gilding, and the air + was laden with the scent of the perfumed fountain which twinkled + and sparkled in the shaft of light, descending from the blue sunny + sky through the square opening in the centre of the roof. Beyond + was the vista of the entire length of the house, through its + columns and peristyle to a portico and ornamental garden beyond. + The sumptuous magnificence which met the eye at every turn, the + priceless statuary, the frescoes on every wall, the rare, + polished, carved wood and stone, the ivory, gilding, and + tapestries, betokened the lavish extravagance of vast wealth. + Crossing the spotless floor of marble, Afer was ushered into a + reception room of the same rich character, where lounged or stood + some half dozen guests engaged in conversation. Our knight’s + attire, though of irreproachable taste and fashion, was modest + compared with the superlative richness displayed by some of those + he now rubbed against. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Charinus was a dandy of the first water, whose glorious garments, + oppressive perfumes, smooth, well-tended, effeminately handsome + face and languid hauteur, at once betrayed his disposition and + ambition. Flaccus was a dandy, whose still youthful and ambitious + mind animated a physical organisation + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page34">[pg 34]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg034"></a>long since bereft of + vigour and beauty. Art did its best to disguise the ruthless + blight of time, and age put a good face on its impotence, whilst + it was being racked with follies and excesses which belonged to + its grandchildren. So the withered old trunk stuck itself over + with green boughs, seeking to hide its sapless rottenness, but + succeeding only in rousing the laughter of men. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In the puffy face, and uncertain wavering eyes of Pansa, together + with his nervous, trembling fingers, could be seen the demon of + drunkenness; whilst his seat apart, and his sullen, dejected, + downcast looks, marked a nightmare depression of spirits, during a + brief separation from the wine cup. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Torquatus, unlike Flaccus, retained no foolish vanity in his + advanced years, and his simple attire bore a strong contrast to + the rest. Curiosity might be awakened as to the reason why he was + included in the company present, for peevish, snappish acidity was + plain as written symbols in his prying, sharp, small eyes, in his + hard, withered, wrinkled face, and thin, sourly down-drawn lips. + To the host, in the middle of these, Afer proceeded to pay his + respects. Unheedful, unanswering to the chatter around his chair, + the lord of the house sat absorbed in his reflections. He leant + his head first on one hand and then on the other, shifting + continuously and restlessly, as if a prey to uneasy thoughts. His + face was pale, and his brows slightly contracted. Ever and anon, + when his attention was desired to hear something of interest, he + gave a nod, or glimmering smile, rather weary and ghastly than + otherwise. His dress was the envy even of the dandies, his guests; + for his ‘synthesis,’ or loose upper garment, which all wore, as + more convenient for table than the toga, was made of silk—a + fabric, at that time, in Rome, of such extravagant cost, as to be + forbidden by imperial edict only a few years before the date of + this story. The appearance of Afer before him roused him from his + reverie. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome, my friend,’ said he, extending his hand, and shaking + himself, as if to clear away all thoughts that interfered with his + duties as host; ‘welcome to my poor house!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I trust you marked the poverty as you came through,’ rasped the + voice of Torquatus, the sour, ever on the watch to vent a sneer. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page35">[pg 35]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg035"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I came hastily to greet Apicius, our generous host,’ returned + Afer, as he exchanged courtesies with the smiling guests, all of + whom he knew. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And faster still to eat his dinner,’ added the old man. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ho! ho! Torquatus, I see you are in your best humour,’ cried + Apicius, joining in the laugh, with more vivacity and briskness in + his appearance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who arrived first to his appointment, Apicius?’ inquired Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘When my slave called me to the room, I found Torquatus here alone + to greet me,’ replied the host. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then has Torquatus the best right to the best part of your + dinner, noble host, since his eagerness to eat it outstripped us + all. Hungry Torquatus!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Loud laughter from all drowned the snarling reply of the old man, + but his scowling eyes spoke volumes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thou hast it fairly,’ said Apicius, when the merriment ceased; + ‘but don’t be ill-humoured, Torquatus—it so ill becomes thee.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The juvenile mirth of Flaccus shook his sides at this, and + dislocated some of the enamel on his face; and ere the amusement + had subsided, the heavy purple curtain of the doorway was drawn + aside to admit another comer, a man in the prime of his age, of + tall commanding presence and handsome countenance. He bestowed one + rapid glance upon the occupants of the room, and ere their eyes, + in turn, were drawn towards him, his lips were wreathed in a bland + smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Prefect Sejanus!’ announced the slave at the door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As the name of the most powerful man in Rome fell on the ears of + the company, it banished the laughter from their lips. Following + the example of their host, they pressed around the new arrival, + eager to salute him. Flaccus, the elderly dandy, who was a small + man, tried to strain himself, like the frog in the fable, into an + individual of imposing appearance. Torquatus posed himself into a + caricature of a philosopher of elevated and dignified severity. + Even the nerveless Pansa elevated his tremulous eyes, and rose + from his chair. But when the first greetings were over, the + conversation soon fell back once more into a current of liveliness + and jest, under the influence of the imperial minister’s good + humour and indiscriminate affability. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page36">[pg 36]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg036"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, friends, it is time to get to table,’ said Apicius; ‘and + for the laggards who are yet absent, let them abide by what their + unpunctuality may bring them. Ha! here comes one. Caius, I cannot + enter my dinner as an equal attraction to love; but yet, for + once——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is the finest feast to a man in love! Heed him not, + Martialis,’ said Sejanus, grasping the hand of the newcomer. The + latter, a young man of about thirty, smiled in response to a + shower of badinage which followed this initiative, until a slave + entered and announced the feast in readiness to be served. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, then!’ cried the host; ‘we lack one, but he is ever + behind—’tis part of his religion. Let him take the empty place + when he thinks fit.’ So saying, he took Sejanus, as his most + distinguished guest, by the hand, and, followed by the others, led + the way to the dining apartment, where a table, blazing with an + equipage of precious metal, awaited them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It is no purpose of these pages to enter into a detailed + description of the extravagance, the innumerable and curious + dishes, of a Roman banquet of the first order. Antiquaries have + already done so in accounts which are easily to be met with. The + recital of the ingenuity, invention, and wealth lavished on a meal + is extraordinary to modern measurement of luxury and extravagance. + Fish, fowl, and beast were brought from the ends of the earth, in + order that jaded appetites might nibble at them, or at some + particular part of them, dressed by a + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">chef</span></span + > + of the highest art; and, in the present instance, nothing was + likely to be lacking from the feast of one who won historic fame + as a gourmand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Nor was the entertainment deemed sufficient of itself, but it must + be served in an apartment of splendour equal to the occasion. That + of Apicius did not aspire to the novelty and outlay brought to + bear on the saloon of Nero’s golden house of a few years later, + which was constructed like a theatre, with scenes which changed at + every course. But, for a private individual, of a period just + launching fairly into degraded luxury, his dining-room was, + perhaps, the most magnificent in the city. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Along with the cunning of workers in ivory and precious metals, + the hand of the painter and sculptor had adorned it with the best + children of their genius. In the centre of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page37">[pg 37]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg037"></a>the apartment was placed + the square dinner-table, which had the repute of costing the owner + a fortune in itself. It was made from the roots of the citron + tree, whereby the perfection of beautiful markings was obtained. + It was highly polished, and the massive legs which supported it + were of ivory and gold, elaborately carved at the extremities into + the semblances of lions’ feet. On three sides of the table were + ranged three couches of the same costly workmanship. They were + spread with deeply-fringed cloth of gold and cushions to match. + The latter were to assist the diners in their attitude, for the + Roman reclined at full length at his meals; and, while he reached + for his food with his right hand to the table, on a lower level + than the couch, his left elbow and hand, aided by the cushions, + supported his head and upper part of his body in a convenient + lounging posture. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knotty face of Torquatus involuntarily twisted into a grimace + of delight as he and his companions stretched themselves in their + places around the glittering table. The failing eyes of Pansa + emitted a feeble flash as they fell on the old jars of Falernian + wine of the Opimian brand, the most celebrated vintage of all, and + perfectly priceless. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When all the diners were placed according to the marshalling of + the slave who acted as master of ceremonies, the slippers of each + guest were drawn off by their own domestics, who attended them to + table. A company of musicians struck up a slow measured strain, + and the professional carver of the establishment forthwith + commenced to show his dexterity in dividing the dressed viands to + the beat of the music. Then the diners spread their napkins of + fine linen edged with gold fringe, and directing their servants to + set before them whatever delicacy they fancied, they forthwith + gave their utmost energy and attention to the business of the + evening with a zest as critical as keen. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Torquatus gobbled and ravened like a beast of prey. The hard, + protuberant muscles of his face heaved and fell, and worked, + incessantly, under the skin, which soon began to shine and glisten + with perspiration. Charinus, the exquisite, nibbled at the most + curious and highly-seasoned delicacies, with the pampered appetite + of a gourmand. The first deep + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page38">[pg 38]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg038"></a>draught of old Falernian + restored Pansa and restrung his drooping nerves. His eyes + brightened, his face lightened, and, with a smack of his lips, he + reached briskly forward to the golden platter, which his slave had + just placed before him. It was the custom of his countrymen to + temper their wine with water; but, beyond cooling it with the + snows of the Apennines, Pansa approved of no such folly, so that + his slave troubled the water pitcher no more than to give an + appearance of decency. As cup rapidly succeeded cup his vivacity + returned and his tongue became witty. It was a marvellous + restoration. The guest who in the greatest measure followed his + example, though still at a considerable distance, was Caius + Martialis, who occupied the place next and above his host, on the + left hand, or third couch. Dissipation had placed its marks on the + noble features of this young man, and he appeared to drink and + talk with an increasing recklessness, and even desperation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whilst in the middle of the first course the last guest entered + the room to make up the number of nine—three to each couch, the + number of the muses. The new-comer was rather short in stature and + thick-set, with squat, dark features, as though descended from + negro blood. As he came into the room he glanced round with a + supercilious look. Scarcely bending to his host, he bowed more + markedly to Sejanus, whilst the remainder of the company he seemed + to ignore utterly. The seat reserved for him was the lowest on the + couch next his host—the worst at the table. He took it with a + scowl, amid the ill-concealed smiles of the others. Apicius + himself, after bidding him welcome, sank back on his cushions with + a sigh of triumph and relief. Zoilus the millionaire, the son of a + slave, the great rival of himself in the extravagance of Rome, had + on a splendid silk garment, but it was only edged with gold, + whereas his own was most beautifully figured and wrought with the + same all over. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The enormous acquired wealth of this individual, and his + ostentatious use of it, made him a very noted leader of fashion; + but, while people applauded and truckled to him they scoffed aside + at his innate vulgarity and arrogance. He began his dinner, at + once, by asking haughtily and ill-humouredly for some unusual + dish. It was at once supplied. Apicius + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page39">[pg 39]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg039"></a>ate calmly on, and the + rest smiled and winked covertly. It was a trial of strength + between the champions of luxury. The same thing happened more than + once throughout the banquet; but nothing, however rare, in the + range of culinary art was lacking from the plate of Zoilus that + his ingenuity could suggest. The face of Apicius, though calm and + stoical, covered a heart devoured by anxiety. A slight defection + of his cook, a slight oversight in the study of their records, a + trifling mistake or misadventure in the combination of their + ingredients, might have opened the way for his rival’s adverse, if + courteous criticism. But everything was perfect. The household, + from its officers downwards, had surpassed itself. The result was + the perfection of culinary and decorative art, combined with the + utmost variety and rarity. Praises flew from lip to lip. Some were + fired into ecstasies of admiration and wonder; pleasure sat on + every countenance, except that of Zoilus. He had remained silent + for full a quarter of an hour. His ingenuity was exhausted, and + his enemy’s armour unpierced. It was the culminating point of the + complete pre-eminence of Apicius. He gave a sign, and the butler, + with much solemnity and ceremony, set a magnificent dish on the + table with his own hands, amid a flourish of the musicians. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The guests looked on curiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Apicius announced the name of the delicacy which steamed on the + gleaming gold. He bade them try it. Its style was entirely new and + novel to Rome. A portion was cut and handed to Sejanus; after him + the others were served. Its delicious and novel flavour was proved + by the enraptured expressions of each feaster as he tasted the + portion set before him. It had only one fault, as Pansa said, with + a sigh—there was not enough of it. Zoilus was left to the last, + and the only remaining piece on the dish was placed before him. + Livid and trembling with passion he motioned it away, muttering + something about his inability to digest it. Apicius, therefore, + with mock regret, beckoned the slave to transfer it to himself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good!’ said he, when he had finished it, speaking to his steward, + whose glance hung upon him. ‘Tell Silo, Hippias, and Macer, that + they have surpassed themselves. Their master is well pleased with + them—with you all. He will not forget.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page40">[pg 40]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg040"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It is to be regretted that history has preserved only the + tradition of this remarkable production of Apicius’ kitchen, the + fame of which subsequently filled aristocratic circles. Further + than relating that the foundation of the dish was the carcase of a + small unknown animal, captured in the limits of the empire, and + brought home by a recently arrived ship, all details are wanting. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Gradually, after this interesting incident, the guests, languidly, + fell more at their ease on their cushions, with laden stomachs and + appeased appetites. Beyond nibbling furtively at sweet dainties + and fruits, there was only inclination left to sip at the precious + wine, and to employ their tongues and laugh at each other’s wit. + But from this stage Apicius himself relapsed once more into his + former fit of silent, unconscious abstraction. The minutes + gathered into hours, and chatter and jest flew uninterruptedly + around. Only at times the host was roused by the jesting + challenges of his guests, rallying him on the subject of his + absorbed reflections. Among the numerous glorious entertainments + of Apicius this, the guests admitted to each other in many an + aside, was the most perfect Rome had yet known. And yet, instead + of being blithe and jocund with success, the hospitable + entertainer reclined with melancholy, fixed eyes—opening his lips + only to sip his wine from time to time. This could not fail to + have an effect eventually, for what ought to have been the + inspiration of their conviviality was cold, fireless, and mute. + They struggled on for some time, but, at length, their + cheerfulness sank beneath the chilling influence of those fixed, + sad, downcast eyes and heedless ears. A social meeting largely + takes its tone from its leader, and when the conversation became + slower and more fitful, Afer exchanged glances with Sejanus and + Flaccus with Charinus. Meaning looks went round from each to each + to the seemingly unconscious Apicius, and from Apicius back to + each other. Zoilus had no love or good-feeling to detain him. More + or less discomfited and snubbed, he waited no longer, kicking + against the pricks, but seized the opportunity and began to rise, + briefly hinting that his absence was necessary. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay!’ said Apicius, suddenly starting, as if from a dream, at + hearing these words spoken in his ear. ‘Stay yet for a few + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page41">[pg 41]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg041"></a>moments, Zoilus. I—I + implore your pardon, friends, for I see I have fallen a prey to my + reflections and forgotten you. It was behaviour unworthy even of a + barbarian—I pray you give me your indulgence!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, noble Apicius, every one is liable to be overridden by his + thoughts,’ said Sejanus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘True, and I will forthwith give you the clue to mine,’ was the + reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ha! we will, therefore, begin again,’ quoth Pansa, in thick + tones, holding up his empty goblet for his slave to refill. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They all laughed, and then bent their eyes on the face of Apicius + with renewed interest. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing, dear friends, but the most sorrowful thoughts could have + led me to exhibit such conduct toward you,’ said their host. ‘It + has been my greatest ambition—ever my pride and pleasure to see my + friends happy around my table.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dear Apicius, you have ever succeeded, and not the least this + day,’ said Martialis gently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A murmur of approval ran round the couches. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You do me honour,’ resumed Apicius; ‘you have been good friends + and companions hitherto, and I have done, humbly, my best to + return your love. Be patient, I will not detain you long; and + especially as you will never again recline round this table at my + request. I am grieved to say it,’ continued he, after allowing the + expressions of startled surprise to pass, ‘but I am resolved to + change my condition, and Rome will know me no more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Ill-concealed joy lighted up the vulgar face of Zoilus, but the + visages of Torquatus, Flaccus, and Pansa were blank and + thunderstruck at this unlooked-for announcement. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Say not so, Apicius!’ quoth Martialis, turning his prematurely + worn, but noble face toward his host, ‘you rend our hearts.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Apicius, with a fond look, laid his hand gently on the speaker’s + shoulder, but did not speak. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This is rank treason that cannot pass,’ said Sejanus jestingly. + ‘Rome cannot spare thee, noble Apicius—thou shalt not even leave + thy house—I shall send a guard of my Pretorians, who shall block + thee in.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page42">[pg 42]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg042"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A faint smile rested on the lips of Apicius at this conceit. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We shall see how that plan will act, Prefect,’ said he. ‘Send thy + Pretorians—a whole cohort—only you must be quick.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Torquatus sat dumb and forgot his jibes; the remainder listened + for what was to follow. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is true, my friends, I am about to quit the pleasures, the + bustle, the virtues and vices of our beloved city of the hills. I + am eager for perfect serenity, far from the struggling crowd, and + I go shortly to see it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whither? We will seek you out—I, at least,’ interrupted the voice + of Martialis next to him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thou shalt learn ere very long, my Caius. Which among you does + not, at certain times, if not constantly, wish for the + tranquillity of the rustic, whose music is the whisper of the + groves, the rippling of the stream, and the notes of the birds? + Eating simply, sleeping soundly, rising cheerfully. Contented with + what the gods have given him—the summer sun, the pure air, the + green pastures, sweet water and the vine-clad slope; a heart + unvexed by ambitions, envyings, ingratitudes. When I see him + wander, wonderingly, through the streets, I envy him his brown + cheek, his clear skin, his cheerful simplicity, his vigorous body + which cleaves the torrent of pallid citizens. He seems to breathe + the odour of the quiet groves and dewy grass. I am sick at heart + and weary, friends. I loathe the sight of my once loved city of + the hills—the marble, the stone, the thronging people. Peace! + Peace! That song of Horace haunts me. Hear it, although you know + it well—it will help you to divine my spirit in a little degree.’ + He then recited the beautiful song of Horace, the sixteenth of his + second book, of which we offer the following translation, + inadequate as it is:— + </p> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 2em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘Whosoever tempest-tossed + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Upon the wide Aegean waters, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Prays the gods for peace and rest, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + When darkling the moon is hid + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Amid the murky clouds, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + And guiding stars shine not + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + To cheer the sailor’s breast. + </div> + </div> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘War-torn Thrace cries Peace! + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + And Peace! the quivered Median bold: + </div> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page43">[pg 43]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg043"></a> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + But, Grosphus, it is neither bought + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + With purple, gems, nor gold. + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left; margin-left: 8em"> + For neither riches + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Nor the lictor of a consul’s nod, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Can drive the troubles of a mind aloof, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Nor flout the cares which flit + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + About a gilded roof. + </div> + </div> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘With him who lives with little + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Life goes well; + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Whose father’s cup + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Shines bright upon a simple board: + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Whose slumbers light + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Are never harmed by fear, nor sudden fright, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Which tells of hidden hoard. + </div> + </div> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-left: 2em; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘Why strain ourselves to gain so much + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + In this short life of ours? + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Why change our childhood’s homes for lands + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + That glow with other suns? + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + What banished man whose fate is such + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + He fain would shun himself? + </div> + </div> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; margin-left: 2em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘Grim, cankering care climbs up the brazened ships, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + And swifter than the stag, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Or eastern wind which sweeps + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + The storms and rattling rain, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + It leaveth not the bands of horsemen + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Trooping o’er the plain. + </div> + </div> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 2em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘Be happy for the day, + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + And hate to think on what may follow! + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Tempering all bitterness + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + With an easy laugh; + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + For no such happiness there is + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + As knows no sorrow. + </div> + </div> + <div + class="tei tei-lg" + style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; margin-left: 2em" + > + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + ‘Swift death bore off Achilles, and old age + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Hath shrunk Tithonus— + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + Time, mayhap, will give to me + </div> + <div class="tei tei-l" style="text-align: left"> + That which it denies to thee.’ + </div> + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This foreign rendering can give only a faint idea of the effect + which Apicius produced upon his hearers, by the beauty of his + elocution, in his native tongue; for it was given in a voice of + singular, pathetic melancholy. The hot burning tears dropped + silently from the down-turned face of Martialis. Then, for a brief + moment, he raised his swimming eyes toward his friend. All that + was purest and noblest in his + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page44">[pg 44]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg044"></a>nature struggled with + those welling drops, from beneath the load of a careless, + misguided life, and beautified his weary face. The voices of the + others were raised in entreaties and arguments, and even Torquatus + summoned a snarling joke. But Apicius was firm, and only shook his + head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Think not that I go heedlessly,’ said he; ‘we have passed many + delightful hours together. Although I shall henceforth be absent, + I would not have my memory altogether die amongst you. I have, + therefore, to ask each of you to accept of a slight memorial which + may, at various times, as I hope, recall something of Apicius and + his days.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But you tell us not where you go,’ murmured Martialis once more. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Patience, Caius—you shall know; it is within easy reach, on an + easy road.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis made a gesture of pleasure, and Apicius gave a sign to + his butler. On a sideboard stood a row of nine objects of nearly + equal height, entirely draped and hidden by white gold-fringed + napkins thrown over them. They were curious and unusual, and had, + many times, already, excited the inward curiosity of the company. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave advanced to these and carefully took the first. At a nod + from his master he placed it before Martialis, on the table, with + the snowy white napkin still hiding whatever was beneath. The next + was placed before Sejanus. The others before Charinus, Flaccus, + Torquatus, Pansa, Afer, and Zoilus in rotation. One was left. + Apicius pointed to his own place. The slave put it down before + him, and the table was ranged round with these mysterious + white-robed objects. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Friends,’ said Apicius calmly, ‘beneath those covers you will + find the presents which I give to you in token of our fellowship. + I have striven to the best of my ability to render them suitable + and useful to their owners. Look at them and accept of them, I + pray.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They all, with more or less eagerness, lifted the napkins from + their allotted gifts and sat gazing thereat, at Apicius, and each + other with mingled expressions of ill-suppressed anger, + mortification, and disappointment. The napkin before Apicius was + still untouched, and he received the rancorous glances which were + shot towards him, with a calm, scornful expression. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page45">[pg 45]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg045"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Before Sejanus was a small representation of a lictor’s fasces, a + miniature axe bound up in a bundle of twigs; but in addition to + the axe was the model of an iron hook, such as was used to drag + the bodies of traitors and malefactors down the Gemonian steps + into the Tiber. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The cheek of the conspirator flushed, and from beneath his + gathering brows he flashed a look as dangerous and dark as a + thundercloud. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be not offended, Prefect,’ said Apicius; + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr045"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">‘I</span> act as a true friend who + fears not the truth, and not as a parasite, who bestows nothing + but what may prove pleasant to the ear.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His cold, mocking tone belied his words, and, ere he finished, + Zoilus, with a face purple with rage and fury, had jumped from his + seat and dashed the article he had uncovered to the floor. It was + a small figure of a negro, carved in ebony, having its nakedness + barely draped in a ludicrous fashion with a little cloak of + figured silk. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What!’ cried Apicius jibingly; ‘displeased with the image of your + grandfather?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Zoilus, speechless and shuddering with his boiling feelings, + rushed from the room with his slaves. He was followed by a titter, + which the biting satire of the proceeding even wrung from the + offended natures of the others. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Torquatus sat scowling before a small stand, on which was placed a + common wooden platter having a copper coin in the centre. Pansa + evinced his disgust of a similar stand bearing a diminutive cup of + silver. The figure of a very ancient goat on its hind legs, having + a garland of roses around its horns, caused Flaccus to fume and + fret immoderately. Afer smiled scornfully upon a miniature gilded + weather-vane; whilst a mirror, upheld by an Apollo, with an + averted face, was regarded by Charinus with ineffable disdain. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thus had Apicius amused his invention. A small bronze casket was + deemed sufficient for Martialis. It was unpretentious in its + outward appearance; but a fast-locked box ever provokes curiosity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Lift it, Martialis!’ snapped Torquatus derisively, ‘and see + whether it be filled with iron, or chaff, or what is lighter + still—emptiness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is the key, my Caius,’ said Apicius, in + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr045b"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">answer,</span> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page46">[pg 46]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg046"></a>drawing the article from + his breast and handing it to his friend. ‘Before you leave the + house you shall use it—at present, sad necessity must deprive any + one of the pleasure of seeing what the box contains. Dear + friends,’ he added, turning his eyes upon them, ‘I grieve that my + trifling tributes should not, by appearances, have pleased you. + Had I been less truthful and more liberal, probably you would have + overwhelmed me with gratitude. At least I have ever found it thus. + There is little more to add save farewell—Caius, give me thy + hand.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The hand was extended and grasped fervently by Apicius, who then + lifted the napkin before him. A richly chased gold cup, studded + with jewels, was exposed, gorgeous and glowing, to the expectant + gaze of all. The eyes of Torquatus, Flaccus, and Pansa kindled. + Sejanus still sat motionless, with a cloud resting on his pale, + immobile face. The sad brooding eyes of Martialis showed no + change. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is my father’s cup,’ continued Apicius; ‘Martialis, thou + wilt preserve it—it is too rich for my future needs of simplicity. + I will drink to the future welfare of you all. May the gods send + you plentiful pastures of liberal purses and groaning tables; and + may ye die the death of noble, virtuous, uncovetous men. Listen, + dear friends,’ he said, with a bitterly scornful emphasis of the + adjective, ‘I have lived to the age of forty years. With your help + and the help of others I have spent of my patrimony sixty-four + thousand sestertia.’<a href="#note_2" id="noteref_2" + ><span class="tei tei-noteref" + ><span style="font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super" + >2</span + ></span + ></a + > + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A movement of sensation passed round the couches at this calm + statement of such enormous extravagance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the process I have discovered how rarely the immortals make + true friends, and how idle it is to try and gain them with the + glitter of gold alone. I have met with but one in my career who + has followed me for love—Caius, true friend, may the gods repay + you, for Apicius cannot.’ He raised the goblet in his hand; it was + partly filled with wine. Looking round the company, while he + poised the flashing cup, he said: ‘Vultures, I have done. I have + had my pleasure—I have spent my patrimony—what is left I give to + thee, Caius—that casket will vouch for it. I want it not; it is + not worth living on for. + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Vale!</span></span + >’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He emptied the cup at a draught, threw it from him on + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page47">[pg 47]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg047"></a>to the table, and then + proceeded to sink back to his former position on the cushions. Ere + he reached them, the smile on his lip became suddenly contorted + into a horrible grimace. The pallor of his face changed to a + ghastly lividness. His body and limbs gave a spasmodic twist of + agony, and he fell back a breathless corpse. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The room was filled with consternation and confusion. Martialis, + with a horrible suspicion, sprang up and encircled his friend. + Slaves sped away for a physician, and the remainder, together with + the guests, gathered round the dead Apicius with startled looks. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come!’ said Sejanus to Afer in a low voice, ‘we can do nothing + here but waste time. Apicius has given the signal to depart. His + only true friend will attend to him—the slaves will probably see + to the house—and themselves.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The fool,’ muttered Afer, following the imperial minister out of + the room, ‘he has lost his fortune and dies—I go to get one and + live.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The company fast melted away. Charinus, with haughty, measured + step, and sublimity of indifference on his unruffled face. Pansa, + stupefied with wine and fright, leaning on the necks of his + slaves, who, indeed, nearly carried him. Torquatus, with a keen + eye for any movables and an opportunity. So they departed to blow + this strange business over the city. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A group of frightened domestics remained huddled in one corner of + the room. Martialis waved them away, and he was left, amid the + gold and glitter of the chamber of death, bending and sobbing + alone, over the dead body of his friend. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page48">[pg 48]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg048"></a> <a id="toc10"></a + ><a id="pdf11"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER IV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The entrance of one of the household domestics, bringing a + physician, roused the young man from the first stupor of his + shocked feelings. He rose to his feet and assumed a stoical + calmness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am a physician,’ said the new-comer, breathing somewhat + heavily, by reason of the pace at which the slave had hurried him + thither. Martialis made a gesture toward the dead man and sank his + chin on his breast. It needed no more than a moment for the + practised eye of the mediciner to see that life had been suddenly + and utterly snatched away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I can do nothing,’ said he, letting the hand of Apicius fall. + ‘Out of which cup did he drink?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Following a slight motion of the young man’s head, he went and + picked up the jewelled goblet, which remained on its side, near + the edge of the table, where Apicius had thrown it. He put his + nose to it and sniffed the dregs. There was no odour but that of + wine, yet the man of science shrugged his shoulders significantly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There still remains in the cup enough for the death of two or + three, most noble sir,’ said he. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I might do worse than try to prove your words,’ remarked + Martialis bitterly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods forbid! Aesculapius himself could not save you if you + did!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To whom and to what place am I to send if I should want you + again?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should be ever grateful for your notice, noble Martialis. I am + Charicles, and may be found without difficulty in the Vicus + Tuscus.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page49">[pg 49]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg049"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis nodded, and Charicles, with much humility and expression + of sympathy, withdrew. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Twas for himself then,’ he muttered, as he passed quickly + through the deserted hall. ‘O precious drug, swift and sure as + light, when did you ever fail or disgrace me!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The eye of Martialis fell on the casket which Apicius had + bequeathed him. He stood regarding it for a few moments, and then + turned to a slave who remained, and said, with renewed vigour of + faculties, ‘Let the kinsfolk of Apicius be brought hither at once, + if not already sent for—Plautia, his sister, Sabellus, his uncle; + and go you, yourself, bring with you back, in all haste, Festus + the lawyer, from nigh the forum of Caesar—haste!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave disappeared and left him once more alone. He stood and + gazed on the face of the dead, and his grief broke beyond his + control. Half-smothered sobs broke from his lips, and his eyes + were blind with hot pouring tears. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh Apicius,’ he groaned, ‘if thou wert weary of the world, hadst + thou so little regard for our love and companionship? This is thy + retreat from men so easily found! Easy indeed—thou didst not err. + All may reach it when they list, gods be praised! For in whose ear + can I whisper, as I whispered in thine, all that oppressed me? + Gone—gone, Apicius! Thou hast forsaken thy friend—selfish—selfish! + Did you deem the void would be filled by another of your blood? + Oh, miserable thought!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He lay stretched on a couch murmuring in broken sentences, but, as + the leaden minutes lagged on, he became more composed. The sound + of a voice without made him leap to his feet. The next instant the + heavy curtains were thrust back, and a young, richly-attired + female stepped into the apartment. Despite the crushing blow the + heart of Martialis had received, it gave a bound at the entrance + of the new-comer. Her stature was above the feminine standard, and + her figure large and voluptuous, but perfect in symmetry and + grace. Whilst giving the impression of robustness and vigour, its + stately carriage admirably matched the brilliant and haughty + beauty of her face. The gaze of Martialis was riveted on her. + Scarcely deigning to return the look, she swept up to the suicide + and bent over him. Drawing herself up again she + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page50">[pg 50]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg050"></a>cast her glance over the + room,—the disordered table with its litter of plate and luscious + fruits, fallen cups and crumpled napkins, all glittering in a + jumble of confusion under the light of the huge candelabra. Thence + her brilliant black eyes flashed upon him who stood by, with + infatuation and misery written on his face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Speak, Martialis, what led him to do this?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know no more, Plautia, but what he said before us all here but + now,’ answered the young man, sweeping his hand toward the table; + ‘he was tired of life—he had spent his patrimony—poverty haunted + him—so he drank and died, ere one could move or speak.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Poverty!’ echoed she. She looked round again upon the + extravagance which glowed in every part of the room, and her red + lips curled in scornful incredulity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even so,’ he rejoined. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The farewell and eccentric gifts of the dead host to his guests + were yet remaining on the table where they had been put. Her eyes + rested on them in curiosity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What are these?’ she demanded again. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis explained their presence, and, being particularly + interested, she was not satisfied until she had learnt to whom + each article had been appropriated. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And that he gave to you?’ said she, pointing to the bronze + casket. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He did,’ replied Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Know you what it contains?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I can only guess.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Well?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘With his last breath he bequeathed to me all that remains of his + effects. The box, doubtless, contains the documents relating + thereto,’ said the young man, in a voice trembling with emotion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Doubtless—you were his nearest friend and companion,’ remarked + the lady; ‘of me, his sister, doubtless, he said nothing. What + little there was in common between us was not much tempered with + love and good-humour.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, Plautia, take what there is! I want it not—I would give it + a hundred times over to gain one kind look from your eyes. He was + your brother—born of the same mother<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page51" + >[pg 51]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg051"></a>—to me he was more than + a brother. There he lies before us. Cannot his dead body, bereft + of likes and dislikes, soften your heart to me who loved him + most?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Martialis, you knew his intention before this night,’ said she, + disregarding his pleading tone as she would the whining of a dog. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, before Heaven—or maybe we had never seen this bitter night.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis strange, and you two secretless friends, as I have heard you + say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This, at least, was dark to me, as to every one else, until he + drank from yon fatal cup and fell back where he lies.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia took up the cup from the table where Charicles had placed + it, and, with a natural curiosity, smelled at it, as he had done. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take care!’ ejaculated Martialis, as the golden rim seemed to + graze her ripe lips. ‘There is yet sufficient left to harm more + than one—so the physician has said—beware lest a drop smear thy + lip.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tush, Martialis!—I am not so tired of life,’ she replied + contemptuously, setting down the goblet; ‘who comes?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Festus, the lawyer, or thy uncle, Sabellus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Festus?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He pointed to the box, and, at the same time, an old man entered, + wrinkled, grave, and thin. He made a profound obeisance, and then + looked inquiringly from one to the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Martialis summoned thee, he hath need of thee, Festus,’ exclaimed + Plautia haughtily; and, passing to the door, she summoned the + domestics. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is true I sent for thee,’ said Martialis briefly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This is a woeful sight,’ said the lawyer, as the slaves crowded + in, and, under the directions of the lady, lifted their dead + master and bore him away to his own room. ‘It was only this very + morn that I saw him and spoke with him in the forum of Caesar, as + well and content as ever he was, to all seeming.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis took the key of the casket and placed it in the lawyer’s + hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Open the box—it was the gift of Apicius to me, his friend.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page52">[pg 52]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg052"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia took up her position on one of the couches, stretching her + magnificent form on the place and cushions which had before been + occupied by Sejanus the Prefect. The long, loose, flowing drapery + of the Roman female clung and moulded itself to the voluptuous + curves of her figure. Gems and trinkets of gold glittered amid the + wreathed and plaited masses of her bluish-black hair, and + numberless jewels flashed upon the fingers of her dainty white + hands. Her features were slightly aquiline, but perfect and + delicate in outline, and her ivory-like skin was warm and glowing + with the tints of a ripe peach. With her bold, imperious, black + orbs she looked like a queen as she reclined, the most apt and + brilliant centrepiece of that apartment of gorgeous splendour. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The grave, elderly Festus, as he opened the casket, cast at her a + glance filled with admiration. Martialis buried his face in his + hands, as if fearful of allowing his hungry eyes to rest upon her, + except at intervals, when the matter in hand called for some + remark. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the lawyer opened the casket he found therein several papers. + After glancing at each in turn, he took one up and said, ‘This is + the will of M. Gabius Apicius, bequeathing his property solely to + Caius Julius Martialis, knight, his friend.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Read!’ said that unhappy personage in a hollow tone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Festus obeyed. The task was brief and did not occupy many minutes. + The remaining papers were found to be informal inventories of + effects. Martialis bade him read them also. They were long; + including, as they did, everything of value in the house. Plautia + signified her impatience long before it was ended, and, during its + progress, a slave entered to announce that Sabellus of the + Aventine was not to be found. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the wearisome monotone of the lawyer at length ceased, + Martialis raised his pale face from his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ exclaimed the lawyer suddenly; ‘here I find the value of the + whole computed. Deducting the debts due, and a few minor bequests, + the balance amounts to an estimate of ten thousand sestertia.’<a + href="#note_3" + id="noteref_3" + ><span class="tei tei-noteref" + ><span style="font-size: 60%; vertical-align: super" + >3</span + ></span + ></a + > + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia started on her cushions at the statement. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page53">[pg 53]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg053"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What!’ she demanded, contracting her fine black brows; ‘ten + thousand sestertia, free?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Absolutely, as the will expressly states,’ replied Festus. ‘The + whole total reaches a huger sum, but there are debts, as before + mentioned. No money is spoken of—these inventories must be + realised.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Was this the poverty he fled from? Why, it is a fortune—a heaven + to the greater part of mankind!’ she exclaimed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, but not to the mind of Apicius,’ interrupted the voice of + Martialis; ‘for remember—scarce a coined piece within his coffers. + Everything gone but what the walls of the house compass. Had + Apicius lived it was necessary to live as hitherto. To do that he + must needs have despoiled his home—the noblest in Rome—of its + treasures. Rather than strike, to all, the note of disgrace and + ruin, he did as he did. It was pride, not fear—it is too plain. + But small or great as the remnant may seem to thee, Plautia, thou + art his nearest of kin—to thee, therefore, it belongs. I have no + claim but what the love of a friend has given me. I render it + up—take it therefore.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A noble deed!’ quoth Festus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The glance of Plautia softened a little, and she held out her + jewelled, white hand to the young man. With eyes aflame he seized + it, and covered it with kisses. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is truly high-minded and generous of thee, Martialis,’ she + said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take it—I need it not!’ he answered eagerly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Foolish!’ she rejoined, drawing her hand away and accompanying + her words with a mocking smile. ‘Bid Festus teach thee to be wiser + than rob thyself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a question for his own heart to decide,’ remarked the + lawyer, replacing the papers in the box. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Festus has done his part and I will keep him no longer—say no + more!’ said Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The lawyer rose at this hint, and at the same moment a voice came + from the doorway. Looking thither they beheld a tall cloaked + figure standing in the doorway, regarding them and their + surroundings with keen eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis started. ‘Lucius!’ he exclaimed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even so, brother,’ returned the new-comer. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page54">[pg 54]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg054"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was indeed the Centurion, bearing the stains of hard travel on + his garments and a jaded air on his face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia rose to her feet. Her cheeks were suffused with a sudden + flood of crimson, and her bosom stirred her tunic with deeper and + more rapid pulsations. A delicious tremor seemed to melt her + natural stateliness of carriage. Her eyes, so full of haughtiness + and will, encountering the calm gaze of the Pretorian, sank like a + timid child’s, shaded beneath a deep sweeping fringe of eyelashes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A deadly sickness crept about the heart of Caius Martialis, for + his senses, preternaturally sharpened, saw all. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you seek me?’ he demanded, scarcely able, or caring, to + conceal the bitterness of his tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion dropped his cloak from his shoulder and stepped + forward, whilst, at the same time, Festus, the lawyer, glided from + the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The resemblance between the brothers was traceable in the mould of + their features. But, whilst those of the soldier were scarcely so + finely carved as were his elder brother’s, they were considerably + more manly and decided. The expression of spirit and determination + which was characteristic of his bronzed face and fearless glance, + were less perceptible on the countenance of the civilian. The + vigour and robustness of the younger eminently fitted him to press + forward in the battle and strife of the world; whilst the + characteristics of the elder were of a more delicate organisation, + which seeks the calmer atmosphere and placid occupations of + retirement and study. The personal appearance of the Centurion, + which has already been alluded to, spoke for his habits. His + commanding stature, rude health and strength and perfection of + physical training were all at the service of the readiness and + resource of mind which seemed to lie charactered in the glances of + his eyes. On the other hand, the person of Caius was medium-sized, + and the signs of habitual ease, indulgence, luxury and pleasure, + were only too plainly stamped on his face, to the deep injury of + its native nobleness and delicacy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you seek me?’ said the latter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—I seek the Prefect. Not at the camp, I was directed to follow + him here. No porter in the lodge to tell + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page55">[pg 55]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg055"></a>me—no slave visible. I + found a light here—if I have intruded I am grieved, but you paid + no attention to my knock.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Sejanus has left some time ago—a long time.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whither, then, Caius, do you know?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—nor care—faith not I!’ was the careless and somewhat + uncourteous answer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have travelled far?’ broke in Plautia’s voice; deeper, + softer, and more melodious than hitherto. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have, Plautia, and I trust the Prefect will not lead me much + farther.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whence have you come? You are fatigued—I see it in your face. You + must, then, have ridden a prodigious distance; for your fame, as a + horseman, has reached even me. You are a very centaur, so rumour + tells me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Rumour tells many idle and foolish things, but, as I have posted + fifty leagues without stopping, save to change horses, since my + last brief resting-place, I may claim to feel somewhat weary. I am + thirsty too—with your leave, I will drink a cup of wine with + infinite relish.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He turned toward the sideboard where the wine-flagons stood; but, + ere he could take a second step, she glided past him, and + selecting one of the vessels, raised it with her own hands. Caius + looked on and gnawed his lip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will be my own cupbearer,’ cried the Centurion; ‘you do me too + much honour, lady.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As he relieved her of the pitcher, he would have been scarcely + human not to have dwelt with admiration on her brilliant beauty, + which was unusually flushed and animated. She parted with the jar, + and, at the same time, flashed a glowing glance upon him with her + lustrous eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He turned round from those dangerous orbs to fill with the wine + the nearest cup which stood on the table. The eyes of his brother + Caius suddenly gleamed with a hard, steel-like glint, and his face + turned, simultaneously, deathly white. Lucius half turned as he + raised to drink from the cup he had filled. The bumper had barely + reached his lips when a scream burst from the throat of Plautia. + With the cry she sprang forward and dashed the vessel from his + hand on to the polished floor. The wine splashed them both and the + goblet fell with + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page56">[pg 56]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg056"></a>such violence as to be + dented. It was that one which had already played such a fatal part + that night. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Transfixed with astonishment the Centurion gazed upon the + beautiful girl, whose face crimsoned and paled, and whose bosom + heaved and fell tumultuously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was the cup—the poisoned cup!’ ejaculated she. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The poisoned cup!’ cried he, looking with increased surprise from + one to the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A terrible revulsion of feeling swept through, and shook, the + frame of the elder Martialis. At the look of his brother he gave a + hysterical gasp and dropped his head into his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia pointed to the fallen goblet with an impressive gesture, + and said, ‘It has already taken the life of one man this night. + Had you drunk therefrom you would have shared his fate. That cup + yet reeks of the fatal drug. Though I saw you not fill it, fortune + be praised that my poor eyes perceived it ere your lips touched + its horrid brim.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How, the death of a man?’ repeated the bewildered Centurion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even so! From that very cup at the close of this night’s feast,’ + said she, waving her hand over the glittering disorder of the + table, ‘Apicius, of his own will, drank a poisoned draught.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The young soldier was horror-struck. He looked around and + shuddered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Apicius—poisoned himself!’ he muttered. ‘This is a dreadful + tale—and for what reason, in the name of the gods?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your brother can tell you better than I—he was his bosom friend, + and, moreover, was present,’ answered Plautia, turning away, as if + to hide a sudden burst of feeling. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay!’ said Lucius hastily, and with deep sympathy, ‘I will + trouble you no more with my presence. I will learn, in sad time + enough, the terrible tale—I would spare you the pain of a fresh + recital. Alas, I dreamt not what had happened, and yet I remarked + it strange that Apicius was not here. You will pardon me, Plautia. + ’Tis a sudden and bitter blow—farewell!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He gathered up his cloak, and, as he turned to the door, he + spurned the goblet with his foot, muttering some expressions of + abhorrence and disgust. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page57">[pg 57]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg057"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay, Centurion,’ said Plautia, ‘go not without quenching your + thirst. If I was lucky enough to rob you of your first draught, + here is wine enough, and of the purest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + While she spoke, she quickly filled another drinking vessel with + wine and water. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘See,’ she said, coming forward with it, ‘I will be answerable for + it. Drink without fear—I will be your taster.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She accordingly drank two or three mouthfuls and offered him the + ample remainder. He drank as briefly as herself and merely out of + courtesy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You said you were thirsty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">was</span></span + >. It seems to have left me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Had you drunk before, you would have been, now, far beyond all + thirst on earth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am indebted to your keen eye and prompt arm for my life, + therefore. I trust chance may enable me, some day, to repay the + debt.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tush, Centurion, you are jesting. You, the Pretorian Achilles, + acknowledging to the hand of a weak girl!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The young man bowed coldly, for the style of the speech was not + very agreeable to his mind. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Farewell, Plautia. I trust you may speedily find comfort in your + affliction. Do you come, brother? My way lies with yours for a + space.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Caius shook his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay!’ said Plautia, ‘he must remain, where my brother hath left + him, in charge. But I will beg your escort, Centurion, as far as + you will give it, through the streets; for I came hither in haste, + with scarce a follower.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That shall be my task, Plautia. It belongs to me rather than to + him,’ interposed Caius, starting up fiercely. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To whomsoever I choose to give it,’ said the lady, with an accent + of supreme haughtiness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It must be as Caius says, nevertheless,’ observed the Centurion + quickly. ‘I have that about me which must be delivered without + further delay, and I have dallied too long already. Forgive me the + discourtesy, lady, for my duty must take me back to the camp, in + such direction and haste as would prove inconvenient to you. It is + unavoidable, and I must risk your displeasure in deference to my + business. Farewell!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page58">[pg 58]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg058"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Bowing toward her, the Pretorian abruptly left the apartment and + the house. Plautia bit her lip and clenched her hand; and, when + the voice of Caius uttered some remark, she turned suddenly and + fiercely upon him. She shot a basilisk glance upon him and + pointed, without a word, to the jewelled cup on the floor. His + cheek paled and his eyes wavered, and finally fell before the + incisive eloquence of her look and gesture. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He essayed to speak and move toward her, but an imperious wave of + her hand rooted him to his place in confusion. The next instant + she was gone, and he was left, once more alone, to wrestle with + the tortures of remorse, jealousy, and despair, which writhed + together on the cold background of his grief. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His brother, on quitting the gloomy house of Apicius, turned his + tireless steps toward the permanent fortified camp, or barracks, + which had been formed by the present emperor to accommodate the + household troops, on the north-east edge of the city, beyond the + slope of the Viminal and Esquiline and the wall of Servius. His + road lay tolerably straight across the city, under the Carinae, + partly through the Subura, and finally along the Vicus Patricius, + which followed the valley between the Esquiline and Viminal hills. + Then, directly in front of him, rose the ramparts and walls which + harboured about ten thousand horse and foot. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The origin of these celebrated troops is said to rest with Scipio + Africanus, who, in the first instance, formed a company of picked + men to guard his person. This cohort was exempted from all other + duty and was granted larger pay. Their number was increased from + time to time, until the Emperor Augustus established them in + cohorts of a thousand men each, horse and foot, to protect his + power and person. They were chosen only from Italy and the old + colonies, and we have already hinted at their superior privileges, + pay, and equipment. Careful to avoid any appearance of despotism, + Augustus retained only a small portion of them in Rome, and + scattered the rest among the neighbouring towns. It remained for + the fears or craft of the Emperor, his successor, from whom our + young Centurion now bore a despatch in his breast, to assemble + them all into one body within their strong, fortified camp in + Rome, <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page59">[pg 59]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg059"></a>thus fairly starting + them on their future path, in which they rivalled the janissaries + of the eastern emperors in making and unmaking the rulers of the + empire. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Of these troops Sejanus was the commander, and entering the camp, + the Centurion proceeded to his quarters to find, to his + satisfaction, that his search was at an end. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus was sitting thoughtfully in a chair, with his brows + contracted and deep lines furrowing his forehead. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, Martialis!’ he cried eagerly, as his eyes rested on the form + of his officer; ‘I heard you had returned.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I followed you, Prefect, to the Palatine,’ replied Lucius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To the Palatine! Ah, then you must know what has happened there. + It will be all over Rome to-morrow. You have a despatch?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He held out his hand, and the Centurion placed a sealed letter + therein. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Turning his back on the messenger, the Prefect tore open the cover + and read the contents by the soft light of a silver lamp, which + barely illuminated the luxurious apartment. Pleasure and delight + straightway broke over his face like the first light of dawn + shooting athwart the dark earth. He perused the epistle twice, and + smoothed his countenance ere he turned to the waiting Centurion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have been an expeditious courier, as usual, my Lucius,’ he + said, in a brisk, elated tone. ‘When did you leave Capreae?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis related the time and particulars of his journey. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thou art made of iron, I verily believe,’ returned the Prefect + smilingly; ‘after such fatigue I am loth to use thee again. I work + thee too hard; but there is another service imminent, and I would + have none perform it but whom I could trust.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am ready. What fatigue I feel will pass with a night’s rest,’ + answered his officer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What should I do without thee? It is the willing horse gets ever + the most work; but this matter is particular.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Then before he told his officer the nature of the service + required, he proceeded to put to him a number of questions in + relation to his experiences during his mission. When he had + exhausted his ingenuity concerning everything he could think of, + pertaining to matters in the imperial household, he + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page60">[pg 60]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg060"></a>relapsed into silent + reflection for a few minutes, during which he paced up and down + the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Centurion!’ he said, at length, ‘Drusus leaves Capreae and comes + to Rome shortly. To-morrow, after nightfall, take a troop of + twenty men and ride to Ostia. Drusus will arrive there in a + galley. You must stop it and arrest him. Bring him to Rome, under + guard, at night, and place him in charge of the keeper of the + palace on the Palatine. All will be in readiness to receive him. + Be careful and secret. Leave and enter the city by night; and, + when you have completed your mission, hasten to report the same to + me without delay. Now to bed!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis was not loth to obey, and, seeking his room, was in a + few minutes sleeping the profound slumber of tired limbs, an easy + conscience, and bright hopes. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page61">[pg 61]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg061"></a> <a id="toc12"></a + ><a id="pdf13"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER V.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + From the house of Apicius and the spectacle of his sudden and + awful end Sejanus had first gone to the modest abode of Domitius + Afer. There they remained closeted by themselves, engaged in + earnest conversation, until shortly before the meeting of the + Prefect and his officer, as described. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Previous to this Afer had quietly sent off a message to Cestus by + the Greek Erotion. That astute youth threaded the inmost haunts + and foul intricacies of the Subura with sure confidence, and + succeeded in discovering the object of his search, deluged with + wine, and revelling in the heat of a brutal orgy, amid ruffians + and women of the lowest type. Assailed by the obscene chorus of + this satanic crew, the Greek, with the readiness and aptness of + his race, exchanged witticisms with a fluency and smartness which + equalled, if not exceeded, their own. Seizing an opportunity, he + whispered into the ear of the intoxicated Cestus the instruction + to meet his master in the gardens of Maecenas, on the following + morning, at a particular spot, at a particular hour. The fellow, + with a leer, nodded and agreed, and the young slave departed to + report the result of his errand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The gardens of Maecenas were on the north-eastern side of the + Esquiline, nor must the term gardens be accepted in the modern + sense; for, to suppose that they were ornamental grounds, and duly + kept in order by a staff of servants, would be misleading. They + seemed to be, and there were many such in Rome, open places for + the common recreation and airings of the populace. These, to which + Afer repaired to keep his appointment with Cestus, had been formed + by the celebrated patron of literature and art, upon ground which, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page62">[pg 62]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg062"></a>hitherto, had held bad + repute, as the burial-place of the lowest orders of the people. It + seems, even, to have been no uncommon matter for the bodies to be + thrown down and left without any covering of earth whatever. To + clear this charnel ground, and change it from a horrid repository + of mouldering bones and putrefying flesh into a pleasant lounge + for the people, was one of the generous works of Maecenas. It lay + outside, and adjoining, the ring wall of Servius, and we may + conclude the place was not altogether denuded of its sepulchral + memories, since it was here that Canidia, the witch of Horace, + came to perform her incantations, and invoke the shades of the + dead amongst the tombs. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Though this particular part without the wall had the most need of + purifying measures, and bore the most infamous memories, it did + not form the whole extent of the gardens. They extended within the + wall, for a certain distance along the hill, toward the city. Near + this extremity was situated the noble mansion of Maecenas himself, + commanding a fine prospect of the city from its windows. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Past this dwelling, and at every step treading on ground so often + pressed by the famous Roman poet and his + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr062"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">patron,</span> Afer took his way to + await the arrival of Cestus. He passed through the Esquiline Gate + of the huge rampart of Servius, and entered the outer portion of + the gardens. It was the busy time of labour, and the morning + itself was somewhat raw and chilly, so that very few individuals + were to be seen scattered here and there over the open park. The + few who did loiter about were of the class that honest labour + could well spare. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In the portion of this large tract which had been devoted to the + burial of the dead, were still many tombs scattered up and down. + They were grass-grown, neglected, weather-beaten, and still more + defaced by the climbings, scramblings, and mischievous peltings of + children and youths. Among them was one of larger size and more + pretentious appearance than any other. It was circular in shape, + and constructed of massive masonry, which defied all attempts at + destruction. It bore no inscription, and was conspicuous for + nothing but its superior bulk. There was a tradition among the + people of the neighbourhood, that it marked the spot where an + erring <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page63">[pg 63]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg063"></a>scion of a noble house + had sunk so low as to meet death and burial as a common + malefactor, in days past when the place was reserved for the + wretched fate of the dregs of pauperism and crime. Though disowned + by his outraged family during his depraved life, the death of the + reprobate aroused the inextinguishable feelings of kinship. Family + pride could not leave even this dishonoured member without some + mark of attention due to his birth, if to nothing else; but no + chisel was suffered to raise a letter or figure on the tomb which + arose. Darkness and oblivion were the fittest shrouds of disgrace, + and the muteness of the masonry lent a mysterious affirmation of + the legend to the minds of posterity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was to this prominent object the knight bent his way across the + park-like gardens in the raw morning air. With many backward + glances in search of the yet invisible Cestus, he finally reached + the mysterious, moss-grown pile of stones, and after pacing up and + down the grass for some time, with fitful and angry mutterings on + the laggard’s account, he began to think of returning. Stray + passengers came and went, with a solitary, melancholy air, across + the bleak, empty track, but still no form answering to the + powerful frame of the Suburan made its appearance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The drunken fool has either not slept off his debauch or else not + ended it,’ said Afer angrily to himself, turning his eyes for the + twentieth time toward the Esquiline Gate. ‘A fine thing if I am to + wait in the damp grass for a vagabond; I’ll go back: maybe I shall + meet him on the way.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The expectation was realised. He had only gone a very short + distance when his eyes were gladdened by the expected figure of + the Suburan, who came up breathing hurriedly. Afer surveyed his + bloodshot eyes and disordered dress, his uncombed locks, and + general hang-dog, not to say ferocious, aspect, with which a night + of revelry, succeeded by very brief slumbers, had endowed him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good-morrow!’ said the knight, in reply to salutations and + apologies. ‘I perceive you have succeeded in appeasing your + ravenous appetite, my Cestus—I see it in your face. You have also + drunk wine to aid digestion, which has probably interfered with + your sleep.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is the danger of the ravenous stomach that it overloads + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page64">[pg 64]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg064"></a>itself when it gets the + opportunity,’ replied Cestus, with a grin and a hiccough. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are drunk yet, my good fellow!’ proceeded the knight calmly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, patron, I am sober enough to walk steadily and keep a + secret. Besides, I found that the aediles, or the gods, have + caused the fountain of Orpheus to play again this morning; so + that, when I passed it just now, I dipped my head into his clear + basin, which makes me as fresh as a young girl meeting sunrise.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have that appearance. Did you accept the renewed flow of the + fountain this morning as a favourable omen, reversing that of + yesterday?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I never thought of it in one way or another, patron. I was in too + great haste and concern lest I should keep your worship waiting.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are very considerate! Taking the circumstances of your case + into account, I am of the opinion that you have carried out this + appointment with remarkable credit. Do you know why I have brought + you here?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Something which needs only two pairs of ears,’ said Cestus, with + a swift glance around at the deserted fields. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Shrewd as ever, Cestus! I mean to unfold a plan by which we may + both make our fortunes. Am I to rely on your perfect faith, + secrecy, and promptness as before?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Patron, you are the cleverest man in Rome, and I would not quit + you to serve the greatest. Whenever you call upon me to help you I + come instanter, knowing that the business will be something clever + and instructive. The pleasure of serving you, therefore, has as + much weight with me as the pay—it has indeed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The fluency and readiness of your language will never leave you; + it is the admirable fruit of your residence with a poet. It has + already been of immense service to you; but for the present it + will be sufficient for you to be brief and to the point. I wish to + know if you are prepared to carry out my wishes, even though they + may incur some desperate action, which, if discovered, would end + most certainly in the executioner’s axe?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should like to hear more particulars, patron—I + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page65">[pg 65]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg065"></a>would be pleased to do + anything with a fair show of safety; but, at the same time, I have + no desire to be a bull-headed fool.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I think, with ordinary precautions, there will be not much + danger. The streets of the city are, at night-time, as a rule, + dark and secret enough for a thrust or two, and an easy departure + before the watch decides to interfere.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, if that is all, I make no doubt but that we shall soon come + to terms,’ said Cestus, with a sinister smile on his bristly lips. + ‘Is it desired of me to meet by chance, or to escort some friend + of my noble patron home——?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘To Hades!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Exactly,’ rejoined the Suburan, grinning. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Concerning your reward, I shall require you to name a lump sum, + and to promise, thereafter, to trouble me no more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That means dismissing me from your worship’s employ.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I shall never lose sight of you, believe me,’ said the knight, + with a cold smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know your goodness has always been most anxious for my + welfare,’ returned Cestus ironically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What figure would you consider sufficient to reward you for the + pangs of conscience, and the risks incurred, by ending the life of + a respectable member of society?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The pay would vary according to the possible amount of hue and + cry raised by those belonging to the deceased,’ said Cestus + cunningly. ‘For an ordinary citizen I would not demand so much as + for a person of rank and importance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">Afer smiled.</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To what degree of boldness would five hundred sestertia inspire + you?’ he asked calmly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What!’ almost yelled the ruffian. His eyes stared as if to start + from his head, and his breath came in gasps, as though he had been + plunged into ice-cold water. ‘Five hu— five hundred sestertia! + Patron—why—for that you might bid me tap a senator, a + consul—Sejanus—Caesar himself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough!’ replied Afer. ‘I am glad you consider the terms liberal; + I myself am sure of it. You will not have the desperate office of + harming any one of those you have mentioned.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page66">[pg 66]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg066"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So much the better! Patron, you are the easiest of masters.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a bargain then—you will be prompt, faithful, and secret?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have I ever failed?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot remember that you have; it is to your interest, as to + mine, to remain so trustworthy. I have told you that before, and + your common-sense cannot but perceive it. Five hundred sestertia + are not to be picked up every day for the light labour of a few + hours, together with the simple task of keeping one’s mouth shut + concerning the matter. You are not such a fool, I think, as to + destroy a profitable business connection, Cestus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You speak truly indeed, noble Afer—have no fear therefore. I am + ready to receive your commands and instructions for the business.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The first is this,’ said the knight emphatically, ‘that from the + first moment, until the affair is satisfactorily settled, you + abstain from the wine-pot.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will swear by the aqueducts, patron.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! You will require, say, three stout fellows to help you. You + will select them and pay them a certain sum, and tell them no more + than that they are to help in a highway theft. You can, no doubt, + find individuals who are accustomed to such work.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Leave that to me. But their pay, patron?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It shall be exclusive of your own, and shall be discharged by me, + my careful Cestus. They need not cost much.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Certainly not! I have a job in hand—I want them to help me, and I + pay them so much. I need not say another word, and they will not + ask a question.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Exactly! You comprehend me perfectly. It is a positive pleasure + to arrange details with an intelligent person like yourself, + Cestus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are flattering, patron. Who is this individual who is so + unfortunate as to stand in your displeasure?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I repeat it is a pleasure to do business with you, Cestus,’ + resumed Afer calmly. ‘Previous to the actual execution of your + task, I shall require you to act a little part. I shall + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page67">[pg 67]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg067"></a>require you, in fact, to + clean and adorn yourself in order to make a visit.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, oh!’ murmured Cestus doubtfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are to be a decoy duck of the very best plumage, for a short + time. You will make an excellent one. Your poetical training will + stand in excellent stead. Indeed, there is no telling, but what + the part will give a new turn to your genius. We shall be seeing + you treading the stage some day.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are pleased to jest, noble patron, instead of allowing me to + reflect whether this part of the business is within my power or + not to carry out.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have no anxiety on that point, Cestus. Listen! You will have to + improve your outward appearance, in order to represent an honest + mechanic in his holiday clothes—that is, as nearly as possible. + That done, you will have to go as far as the Janiculum and ask an + audience of a certain patrician who dwells there. He had once a + granddaughter who was lost when a child.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, now I smell a rat! You are going to outdo yourself,’ cried + Cestus eagerly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You understand, I perceive. You are merely to go to this + gentleman with a story, told in your best language and style, that + you are a messenger from a repentant man on his deathbed, who + confesses that he formerly stole the child. The dying man is most + anxious for an interview with the gentleman he has wronged, for + the purpose of imploring his pardon and revealing the whereabouts + and position of the girl, who, he says, is yet living. When you + have succeeded in arousing the gentleman’s interest and eagerness, + as you doubtless will, he will almost surely send you to me. I + shall not be in Rome, and shall be careful to let him know + beforehand. He will, therefore, recollect himself, and, as we may + hope, decide to accompany you to this dying man. All this must be + timed to fall tolerably late at night, which will also give the + affair all the more appearance of genuineness. On the way to that + dying man my worthy uncle must be left by the roadside, for ever + oblivious of missing child and present grief.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By Pluto!’ cried the Suburan, smiting his thigh in + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page68">[pg 68]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg068"></a>delight and admiration, + ‘the very thing I advised you only yesterday. I marvel you have + not done this before; but then your worship is so merciful. + However, better late than never, and it was bound to come at some + time. Bacchus, what a cunning plan! Fate cut you out for a great + man, and a thousand Fabricii could not stay you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No names—walls have ears!’ said the knight sternly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘True,’ replied Cestus. ‘It was my delight which let it slip. + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="grc" xml:lang="grc" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Euge</span></span + >, Cestus! Five hundred sestertia for simply helping an old man on + the road to the Elysian fields—why, patron, the pay is so + princely, and the task so light, that I feel somewhat ashamed of + accepting the terms.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are perfectly at liberty to return whatever your conscience + considers to be superfluous,’ remarked Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, we will see how matters turn out,’ answered Cestus, with a + grin. ‘No doubt when the sad news is brought to your wondering + ears, you will be in a dreadful state of mind, and will lay the + bloodhounds on the track of the villains all over the city?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It may, very probably, be necessary to act in some such way,’ + responded the knight, with a shadowy smile. ‘Let me see,’ he + murmured, as he passed his hand over his brow, and remained in + deep thought for a few moments; ‘come to-night, and we will + arrange everything.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘To-night!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And, Cestus, be secret; and beware of the wine-pot.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Never fear; it is only when Cestus is idle that he amuses himself + in that way. Give him work, and work to some purpose, like this, + and his head remains clear as water—and when your honour lays the + plan there is no more to be added.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Engage your comrades to-day. To-morrow I shall go to Tibur—the + day after to-morrow meet me at the Sublician Bridge at nightfall.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But I shall see you to-night, as you said?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes; and on the evening of the day after to-morrow I will be at + the Sublician Bridge. It will involve much riding, but I can be + nigh you and yet return to Tivoli before morning breaks.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus held up his hands in affected admiration. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page69">[pg 69]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg069"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are inspired, patron! But hold; how if the old man will not + come forth with me? What then comes of all this fine scheme?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing,’ replied Afer calmly. ‘We shall have to wait and devise + again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I care not for this complicated notion. I prefer to have not so + many cooks to the broth. There is nothing so sure, and so easy, as + a little dust of a certain kind in his wine or meat.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight shook his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is too effective, my Cestus, and too common. It would not fail + to be talked about. No; our rough footpads leave the least + suspicion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, you are perhaps right; for when the watchmen find the old + man in the gutter next morning, it will be said that he met his + end at the hands of thieves, who gave him a knock a little too + heavy—not the first since this good city was built.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer nodded and said, + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come to-night, as I bade you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will. Am I not to have the honour of following you toward the + city?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No,’ replied the knight, turning away; ‘I go to the camp. Be + discreet—this will make us or mar us.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus bowed and loitered away leisurely in the direction of the + Esquiline Gate, whilst Afer walked quickly toward the Viminal + Plain, on the border of which lay the ramparts of the Pretorian + camp. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page70">[pg 70]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg070"></a> <a id="toc14"></a + ><a id="pdf15"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER VI.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whilst this conversation, which we have related, was passing + between Afer and his client, a small coasting vessel was ascending + the river Tiber, making slow headway against the current. In the + little poop-house, along with the captain of the craft, was + standing Masthlion, an interested observer of all that passed + within view, as they wound up the famous stream. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To go back a little. We left the potter retiring to rest full of a + determination to proceed to Rome. He arose next morning with a + mind unchanged, and soon after dawn took his way to the cliffs. As + he was about to set his foot to descend the steps which led down + to the Marina, the head of an ascending individual showed up above + the level. He was a short, thick-set man, with a mahogany + complexion, shaggy beard and moustache. Each made an exclamation + and then shook hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was coming with no other reason than to seek tidings of you, + Silo.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good!—here I am myself, Masthlion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I thought it about your time. Are you for the Tiber?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Direct.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘When?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘At noon, or before. I don’t want to lose this wind,’ said the + sailor, casting his eye to the eastward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have business in Rome—give me a passage.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In Rome! You? What has bitten you? Come, and welcome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will come about noon then.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘An hour before, Masthlion; and if I want thee before that I will + send.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page71">[pg 71]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg071"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter went home, and after gathering a few articles of + clothing and food together in a wallet, he quietly resumed work + until the time came for departure. During this period Neæra glided + into the workshop. A new and radiant expression beamed on her face + and sparkled in her beautiful gray eyes. The delicate colour of + her cheek was deeper. An unconscious smile seemed to play on her + lips, as though responding to the springs of joy and hope within. + The loosely-girded tunic of coarse, poor fabric could not hide the + graceful curves of her lithe figure, which promised a splendid + maturity. Her household work had caused her to tuck up her + sleeves, and her revealed arms and wrists gleamed white and round. + Her loveliness seemed to the potter literally to bloom afresh as + he glanced at her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Father,’ said she, ‘you are going to Rome?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am, child, and Silo’s felucca sails by noon at the latest,’ he + answered, without raising his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are going because of me, father?’ she continued, drawing + nearer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He did not answer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is I who am sending you to Rome, father?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have said it, child. But I shall, at the same time, satisfy a + lifelong desire to see the great city; and I may be able, + likewise, to pick up a hint or two from the Roman shops.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As far as I am concerned, father, you need not give yourself the + trouble.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wherefore?’ asked the potter, in doubt as to her meaning. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Because I can save you the journey.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion smiled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You go to seek to know whether Lucius be a true man or false,’ + she continued, with animation and a heightened colour; ‘you may + stay at home, for I can tell you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And whence did you gain the knowledge I am truly in want of, + child?’ he said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here!’ she answered proudly, as she laid her hand over her heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A smile of admiration, and yet compassionate, rested on her + father’s lips, as he gazed into her kindling eyes, and watched + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page72">[pg 72]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg072"></a>the glowing hues spread + over her exquisite face. New graces, fresh nobility and dignity, + unknown before, seemed to blossom forth upon the maiden beneath + his wondering eyes. His acute brain comprehended the change; it + was no longer the child, but the woman. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The foolish heart is so often mistaken, Neæra,’ he said, touched + by her simple faith; ‘it would not be wise to trust entirely + thereto.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But she only shook her head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Facts are against you,’ he continued; ‘how many have acted from + their impulse and have lived to use their eyes and minds soberly + afterwards? But no,—no more of that! I had rather try and bale the + bed of the sea dry than attempt to cure a lovesick girl of her + folly. Meanwhile, I shall go to Rome, as I intended, and try to + satisfy my own mind, after the fashion of cold, heartless men.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You expect to come back with bad news of Lucius, and thus forbid + me to think of him again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That I never said.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, but you think it. I warn you that you will be disappointed, + and that your journey will go for nothing.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As she said this, she wound her arms caressingly round his neck, + and then slipped from the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion’s eyes dulled, as though a reflected gleam had vanished, + and, heaving a sigh, he meditatively pursued his work. It was + about an hour before noon when a young urchin made his appearance + with a message from Silo, to hasten him on board, without delay. + He went, accompanied by his wife and Neæra; and as soon as he set + foot on board the coaster, his impatient friend cast off and + hoisted sail. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The fair wind blew, and Silo, the sturdy skipper, was thoroughly + amiable. A fair wind and a good cargo, homeward bound, would + render even a nautical Caliban gracious. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Next morning they passed round the long mole, or breakwater, of + the port of Ostia, which lay at the mouth of the Tiber, and, + thereon, Masthlion’s eyes noticed a tall soldierly figure, + standing and evidently watching them keenly. Beneath the closely + wrapped cloak the surprised potter recognised the proportions and + carriage of his daughter’s lover, and was even close enough to + make out, or fancy he did, the young man’s + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page73">[pg 73]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg073"></a>features, beneath his + polished crested helmet. Assuring himself on this point, the + potter shrank farther within the cover of the poop-house, until + all danger of recognition had passed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Toward evening they arrived at their destination, which was the + emporium of Rome, situated under the shadow of the Aventine Mount. + Thus the Surrentine found himself, at once, in the midst of one of + the busiest localities of the imperial city. Wharves lined the + river, and warehouses extended along the banks. Here were the + corn, the timber, the marble, the stone, the thousand species of + merchandise from the ends of the earth landed and stored. And + hither, to the markets, assembled the buyers and sellers thereof. + The air was full of the noise and bustle on shore and ship. + Waggons rumbled and clattered to and fro, and weather-beaten + seamen abounded. Through the maze Silo guided Masthlion, whose + provincial senses were oppressed and weighted by the unaccustomed + roar and bustle into which he had been suddenly plunged, and the + shipmaster, with amused glances at his wondering companion, + hurried him along the river-side, nearly as far as the Trigeminan + Gate. Here, not far from the spot where stood the altar of + Evander, the oldest legendary monument of Rome, the sailor entered + a tavern. It was an old building, with the unmistakable evidences + of a substantial reputation; for it was well filled with + customers, and was alive with all the bustle of a flourishing + business. To the hard-faced, keen-eyed proprietor of this + establishment, who greeted Silo with familiarity, the shipmaster + presented his friend, in need of comfortable lodgings for a time, + and having seen him comfortably bestowed, returned to the business + of his coaster and cargo. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After Masthlion was satisfied with a good meal, a young lad, the + son of the landlord, was commissioned to guide him, on a stroll + through the adjacent parts of the city, as far as the decreasing + light of day would allow. On returning, he found his friend Silo + released from his engagements, and together they passed the + evening. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Know you anything of the + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr073"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">Pretorians?’</span> asked Masthlion of + the innkeeper, ere he retired to his bed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know they are camped on the far side of the city, beyond the + Viminal,’ replied the lusty-tongued publican, ‘I know that Caesar + brought them there some years ago, and + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page74">[pg 74]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg074"></a>that Sejanus is their + Prefect—who is, between ourselves, you know, a greater man in Rome + than Caesar himself. All this I know, and what is left is, that + they are a set of overpaid, underworked, overdressed, conceited, + stuck-up, strutting puppies. That’s about as much as I can tell + you of them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said Masthlion, somewhat disheartened by these bluff, + energetic words, which were delivered with a readiness and + confidence, as if expressing a generally received opinion; ‘then + have you in Rome a poet by name Balbus?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A poet named Balbus!’ repeated the host, with a comical look; + ‘faith, but poetry is a trade I never meddled with, and I am on + the wrong side of the Aventine, where sailors and traders swarm, + and not poets. I doubt not, worthy Masthlion, that poets abound in + Rome, for Rome is a very large place, I warrant you. But you must + go and seek them elsewhere. What, gentlemen! does any one know of + a poet named Balbus in Rome?’ cried he abruptly, putting his head + inside of a room tolerably well filled with drinkers. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A laugh arose at the question. ‘North, south, east, or west?’ + cried one. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Scarce as gladiators,’ shouted another; ‘the times have starved + them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing can starve them—the poets, I mean,’ answered a thin dry + voice, which seemed to quell the merriment for a space, ‘they are + as thick as bees in the porticoes and baths of Agrippa. Your + Balbus, not being there, landlord, enter the bookshops and you + will find as many more, reading their own books, since nobody else + will. You will find plenty of Balbi, be assured, but no + poets—Horace was the last——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Laughter drowned the remainder of his speech, and the landlord + withdrew his head into the passage, where Masthlion was awaiting. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Balbus the poet does not seem to be very well known,’ he said to + the potter. ‘But what do these rough swinkers know of these things + any more than myself? Nevertheless, he says true, and you might do + worse than inquire at the bookshops, the baths and porticoes, + where the men of the calamus and inkpot love to air the wit they + have scraped together by lamplight in their garrets at home.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter, thereupon, retired with an uneasy feeling of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page75">[pg 75]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg075"></a>helplessness and + hopelessness filling his mind, at least as far as regarded Balbus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Next morning he sallied forth soon after dawn, determined to make + the utmost use of his time. He made an arrangement, by which he + was again to have the services of his young guide of the previous + evening, feeling that he would thus save himself much time and + labour. In about three hours’ time he had walked a long distance. + He had passed along the principal streets in the centre of the + city. He had gazed at the shops and buildings. He had mounted the + Palatine and Capitoline Hills; had viewed many temples, porticoes + and mansions, and from a lofty point had surveyed the city, spread + below, with delight and admiration. Then, deeming it time to be + about his business, he gave the order to proceed to the Pretorian + camp. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page76">[pg 76]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg076"></a> <a id="toc16"></a + ><a id="pdf17"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER VII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In a luxuriously fitted room, Aelius Sejanus, the Prefect, was + alone, busily engaged with his thoughts and pen. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He had inherited his father’s command; but, unlike his father, his + absorbing lust of power scorned to be bounded by his office. His + were the persuasions, by which the Emperor had been led to gather + the cohorts of the Guards together into one united body. Scattered + about in isolated garrisons, his subtle, aspiring spirit saw a + great power broken and nerveless. Here he held them under his + hand, while he showered largesses, rewards, promotions, and fair + words upon them liberally. Popularity with these picked troops was + the life and strength of his ambition. They were, at once, the + ground-work and leverage of his onward steps, if ever in need of a + bold stroke. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Far around lay the streets and barracks of his great camp, + swarming with thousands, and, in the midst, this dark-thoughted, + plotting mind was silently hewing its path toward the goal of its + hopes. On the table lay a long sheet of paper, and on the paper a + list of names was being laboriously compiled. His brows were + closely knit, and he paced the apartment incessantly. As his + reflections became matured he sat down to write, and then, + springing up again, he resumed the monotony of his walk. Thus, at + slow intervals, name after name was added to the list on the + paper; and, every now and then, he would stop at the end of his + walk, and peer through a chink of the curtain across the entrance + to the ante-chamber, where a Pretorian was on guard, in full + panoply of helmet, cuirass, and buckler. There was that in the + person and manner of the Prefect which had succeeded, at least to + all outward appearance, in winning over such a profound, + suspicious mind even as + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page77">[pg 77]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg077"></a>that of Tiberius, his + master. Nature had endowed him with a very formidable combination + of qualities to be fired with a burning ambition. With a handsome + and imposing exterior, energy of mind, activity of body, a + plausible tongue, and insinuating manners, this man was dangerous + enough. But when the cold subtlety of his brain and the devouring + fire of his heart were unhampered by scruple or remorse he became + terrible. No tiger more murderous when stealth and craft had + failed; for he hesitated not to strike at the life of the man in + his path through the honour of the wife. He could glide to the + crime of murder through the guilty excitement and pleasure of + female conquest and debauchery, and there he bottomed the depths + of infamy and horror. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + For what dread purpose was the steady lengthening of the list on + the table? What dark scheme was developing behind that white + forehead? The voice of the sentinel in the outer room broke upon + his meditations, and he hastily slipped to the table and thrust + the paper into a drawer. He had scarcely done so, when a voice in + the ante-chamber called the name ‘Titus Afer!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enter, Afer!’ replied Sejanus. ‘I thought of you as breathing the + pure air of Tibur.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight accordingly entered the room. A large travelling-cloak + enveloped his form, and a Phrygian cap covered his head. ‘I am now + on my way,’ he answered; ‘yesterday I was lazy, and remained at + home. In the Baths of Faustus yesterday was Sabinus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said the Prefect. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He grows no wiser, but indeed more rash and calumnious respecting + you. I think it would be prudent to watch such a reckless fool; + for even his spite and virulence might do mischief amongst some + people. He loudly condemns you as being the bloodhound of the + Germanici, and indeed is equally bold and noisy in accusing you of + usurping the place of Caesar, and of misapplying your authority to + your own ends. Such speeches have been heard before, but there are + those whose ears are only too ready and willing to suck in such + ravings.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are quite right, Afer; Sabinus has about reached the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page78">[pg 78]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg078"></a>end of his tether: he + must be looked after,’ said Sejanus, taking out his tablets and + making a memorandum. ‘I am right glad he has, at last, given vent + to his ideas, so plainly in the presence of such an one as + yourself, my friend. So you stayed your journey to tell me + this?—it was kind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Also to learn whether I can congratulate you on favourable news + from Capreae.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hush! not so loud, Afer!’ replied the Prefect, raising his finger + warningly; ‘it will be time enough to speak freely of a matter + when success is assured; then there is the better chance of + possible failure being buried in silence. I expect a courier any + moment.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Indeed!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have waited within doors until now for his arrival—what he will + bring I cannot tell.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I could guess,’ remarked Afer, with a courtly smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ quoth the Prefect, shrugging his shoulders and smiling + also. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At the same moment the sound of voices caught his ears, and he + stepped to the curtain and looked into the ante-chamber. The + courier he was so anxiously awaiting had just arrived, and the + sentinel was advancing to announce the same. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ha!’ exclaimed the Prefect, stepping into the ante-chamber, ‘I + expected you before this—your despatches!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The courier unbuckled a stout leathern girdle which he wore + underneath his tunic, and took out of a pouch, attached thereto, a + packet, which he delivered into the eager hand of Sejanus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wait!’ said the latter briefly; and without returning to his + chamber, he turned aside and broke the seals of the packet. With + fingers trembling, and a heart eaten with excitement, he ran his + eyes over the imperial missive. The next second his eyes flashed. + With exultation written on every line of his handsome face he went + back into the presence of Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah,—I knew it,—I was right!’ remarked the latter, at the first + glimpse of the Prefect’s glowing visage. ‘I give thee joy of thy + noble Livia; and I congratulate myself that I am the first to do + so.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page79">[pg 79]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg079"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus grasped his client’s hand, and fairly laughed out in the + exuberance of his feelings. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough, my Titus! This letter hath proved thee a good prophet. + The daughter of Caesar is mine indeed, for Caesar himself declares + it. Nay, more—I go to Capreae in a few days to claim her. So + prepare, my friend, for thou must go along with me thither.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Willingly, and gladly, if you will tell me when.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Return within the week,’ said the Prefect. He clapped his hands + loudly, and a slave appeared. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Bid the courier be ready to return to-morrow! Give him wine—and + this!’ he said, taking a small purse of money from the table and + throwing it at the domestic’s feet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave picked it up, and said, ‘There is a man without demands + to see you, Prefect—a workman, by appearance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is his business?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He will not say—only that he has come from Surrentum to see you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Admit him then, and the sentinel as well.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave retired, and, in a few moments, the armed Pretorian made + his appearance, ushering in our potter, whom we left on his way to + the camp. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus gave him a hasty, but keen glance; and the potter, in his + turn, surveyed the famous and dreaded Prefect with a fearless but + respectful gaze. Bowing his square, sturdy frame, he waited to be + addressed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who and what are you, and what do you want with me?’ asked + Sejanus, skimming his glance furtively over the welcome letter + which he had just received. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My name is Masthlion, and I am a potter of Surrentum,’ replied + the other; ‘and, as I venture to trouble you, noble sir, on a + personal matter, concerning one of your officers, perhaps it would + be prudent if this soldier did not hear it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus looked up in surprise, and regarded his visitor more + curiously. With an amused look on his face, he nevertheless nodded + to the sentinel, who silently retired from the room. The deep-set, + expressive eyes of Masthlion then rested on Afer, who had picked + up a book from the table, and was idly unrolling it. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page80">[pg 80]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg080"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As your business is not of the State, perhaps my friend can + remain?’ said the Prefect sarcastically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, Prefect, my business is not of the State,’ replied the + potter, ‘but I have come seeking information respecting one of + your Centurions, and you must judge whether it be right the noble + knight hear it or not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Know then, potter of Surrentum, that I do not enter into nor + suffer the inquiries of any idle person with regard to my + officers,’ said Sejanus sternly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will leave it to your generosity, when I tell you the + circumstances which have brought me to make the request.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Let me hear!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am only a poor man, earning my bread with the labour of my + hands, yet the peace of my home, and the welfare of those + belonging to me, are as dear to me as to the noblest,’ said + Masthlion. ‘I have a daughter, Prefect; all the more precious to + me because she has no sister or brother——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, I perceive,’ uttered Sejanus, with the shadow of a smile + curling his lips. ‘Go on!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay—it is easily guessed!’ replied Masthlion, ‘and it needs few + words. This Centurion of whom I speak, in passing through the + town, saw my daughter. Since that time he has come more than once + to visit her at my house. She has been called beautiful, Prefect, + but she is not his equal. I bade her tell him so, and forbid him. + On that he demanded her in marriage; but though she loves him, yet + I will be satisfied that he is not one to deal lightly or + carelessly by her, or I will not consent.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have forgotten the name of the Centurion, which is + indispensable,’ said the Prefect; ‘and yet I can only guess one.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘His name is Martialis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even so! The Centurion may well not object to as many journeys as + I can give him, and also prefer the land route to the sea—here is + the explanation.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus burst into a laugh, whilst Afer, who was seemingly + immersed in his book, stroked his chin. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Potter, you are right,’ continued the Prefect. ‘Men and women, to + be prudent, should not marry out of their station. Your daughter + must be a paragon of loveliness, or cleverness, or goodness, to + have ensnared my Centurion.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page81">[pg 81]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg081"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She is such as she is, Prefect, and ensnares no one,’ returned + Masthlion, with a frown of his shaggy eyebrows. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whichever way it be, if they have fallen in love with each other + you may as well leave them to it, for you will be hard put to rule + them,’ laughed the commander. ‘When a woman is truly in love she + parts with what little forethought she had, and leaves her senses + to find themselves in cooler days. As for Martialis, I can only + tell thee, potter, he is not the man to change his mind lightly, + or take away his hand when he has once set his grip.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am sore beset,’ said Masthlion sadly; ‘in Surrentum I could + know nothing; here in Rome I thought I might learn something.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The performance of the Centurion’s duties is what concerns me; + beyond that lies not within my province,’ replied Sejanus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And yet it would be hard not to know something more,’ sighed the + potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To conclude, you may go back to Surrentum with an easy mind as + far as I know to the contrary,’ said the Prefect, with signs of + impatience. ‘This seems to be a piece of lovers’ folly on the part + of the Centurion. If he is fool enough to marry your daughter, she + may think herself lucky in her elevation. Many a man in his + position, of gentle blood, would have proceeded differently. ’Tis + pity none of his family remains to dissuade him from grafting such + a poor scion on to their ancient stem.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I care nothing for that—I seek my daughter’s happiness, not her + position,’ replied the potter proudly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! Then I know nothing more. Is the Centurion an acquaintance + of yours, Titus?’ cried Sejanus, turning to the knight. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, I have not the honour,’ answered Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then, potter, you may take that as a strong assurance in his + favour,’ added the Prefect satirically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are in the best of spirits,’ remarked Afer, showing his white + teeth. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Now, potter, you can go,’ said Sejanus; ‘you have all I can give + you—stay, how is your daughter named?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neæra!’ replied Masthlion. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page82">[pg 82]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg082"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then your girl Neæra will probably have her own way in the end in + despite of you. But deprive me not of my Centurion between ye, or + you shall lose my favour, I promise you. He is worth more to me + than all the maids, wives, widows, and hags in Campania, honest or + not—wait!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He clapped his hands, and the same slave attended as before—a + dark-skinned Nubian. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Lygdus, is there not an old family friend of the Centurion + Martialis, whom he visits on the Aventine?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Mamercus—near the temple of Diana,’ replied the slave + laconically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go thither, potter,—Mamercus will serve your turn better than I,’ + said the Prefect, waving his hand and turning his back. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion followed the Nubian out of the apartment with a brighter + countenance, and was quickly on his way to the Aventine. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your Centurion has caught your own complaint,’ said Afer to his + patron jestingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods confound it!’ replied the Prefect, ‘a wife will not + improve his Centurionship. The fool! to saddle himself with a wife + now—a red-faced, brawny-armed brat of a clay-moulder, most likely. + As if there were no other arrangement; I’ll try my persuasion. And + so for Capreae, my Titus!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whenever you are ready, Prefect.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be back within four days.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No longer; and till then farewell—I leave you happy.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Farewell! Remember our friends at Tibur!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I will.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer bowed, and left the Pretorian commander to ruminate with + delight on his good fortune, and to indulge his mind with dreams, + more intoxicating and glowing than ever, on the strength of the + success of his last, and, perhaps, most important move. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At the gate of the camp, a light two-wheeled vehicle for rapid + travelling, and drawn by a couple of handsome, speedy mules, was + waiting for the knight. The two slaves, who formed on this + occasion the modest retinue of the traveller, had been despatched + on before. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After proceeding about nine miles from Rome, the hired vehicle was + dismissed back to the city. A couple of hours + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page83">[pg 83]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg083"></a>before dusk Afer + arrived, in a second carriage, at the outskirts of the ancient + town of Fidenae, which stood on the steep banks of the Tiber, on + the Salarian road, which led nearly due north from Rome. He had + thus completed two sides of a triangle, and, as the first shades + of evening began to gather, he began to traverse the third side in + a third conveyance. The road entered the Colline Gate in the Agger + of Servius; when he reached that point the dusk was thick enough + to prevent recognition. Here the knight descended and paid the + driver his fee; then he drew the hood of his cloak over his head, + and bent his steps towards the Sublician Bridge beneath the + Aventine. In less than half an hour’s rapid walking he arrived at + his destination. The bridge was the oldest in Rome, and had been + built by Ancus Martius, to connect the fortifications on the + Janiculum with the city. It bore a sacred character, and was under + especial care. Being constructed of wood, however, the increased + traffic and burthens of the growing city began to overweight it. A + stone bridge was then built close by, and the old one preserved as + a venerable and sacred relic. In the proximity of these Afer + loitered. It was now dark, and the feeble glimmering of two oil + lamps, suspended in the gloom, denoted to passengers the foot of + the modern bridge; its ancient fellow being buried in darkness. + Across the river the lights of the Transtibertine portion of the + city glimmered, extending up towards the slopes of the Janiculum + Hill. Behind the knight the Aventine Mount arose with its + answering gleams. The day’s toil was over, but the night was yet + young, and there was sufficient stir in the city to pervade the + air with a dim hum of life, broken by the tread and voices of + passers-by, and the rumble of some belated waggon. Stealing + silently along the pitchy stream glided the light of an occasional + vessel, its hull shrouded and invisible. No one but the + importunate beggars, sturdy, halt, and blind, who haunted the + bridge and pestered the passengers, as yet kept the impatient + knight company. Suddenly the figure of a man strode under the + feeble glimmer of the lamps and bestowed a few hearty curses on + the tribe of mendicants. Afer went up to him and laid his hand on + his shoulder. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, oh!’ said the new-comer in the voice of Cestus; ‘it is you, + patron!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page84">[pg 84]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg084"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is yet too early,’ replied Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There are yet a few arrangements to complete, which will take up + a little time,’ replied the Suburan. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, then, let us about it at once; the old man retires early,’ + said the knight, and they disappeared in the darkness toward the + Aventine. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page85">[pg 85]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg085"></a> <a id="toc18"></a + ><a id="pdf19"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER VIII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Pleasantly situated on the commanding height of the Janiculum was + the villa of Fabricius. More delightful in the enjoyment of its + cool breezes during the summer heats, yet in winter or summer, the + old ex-senator was seldom away from it for a whole day together. + At times, however, he would yield to a desire to make the journey + to visit his estates; but this was not often. His suburban villa, + and not his birthplace, was the scene of his happiest days of + prosperous domesticity. But that was all changed. A few select + friends of old times he yet preserved and cherished. With these, + and the serene consolations of a well-stocked library, he passed + his uneventful days, in calm resignation, under the haunting sense + of his loneliness. As he sat and brooded in the seclusion of his + silent house, he conjured up the ghosts of former days; he + listened to the well-remembered voices—he stirred, and all was + gone again. And then, what painful sighs arose from his breast. + Alas! how many such had those walls listened to! + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On this evening Fabricius sat in his winter room, before a fire + which burned brightly in a brazier on the ample hearth, for the + October nights were chilly. His elbow rested on a small table, + whereon were lying books and writing materials. But the old man’s + eyes were bent on the blazing logs, and his mind was far away in + the past. The soft light of the silver lamp beside him flooded + over his face, and revealed every line and wrinkle, as sharply as + the level rays of the setting sun display the seams and furrows on + a mountain’s breast. The native expression of courage and + determination displayed by the high, bold curves of his features, + was relaxed and overborne by an air of melancholy, so deep, that + it seemed almost + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page86">[pg 86]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg086"></a>on the point of merging + into actual tears had not the entrance of an old grizzled slave + roused him from his reverie. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What do you say, Natta?’ he asked, not catching the domestic’s + announcement. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is a man awaiting in the porch, who wishes to see you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What kind of a man?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A craftsman, I should say. He has something important to tell—so + he says,’ replied the old porter, with apparent sarcasm. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, ay, I know!’ sighed Fabricius. ‘No matter, bring him in.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave retired, and reappeared with Cestus, washed, + clean-shaved, and wearing coarse but clean garments, such as an + artisan would reserve as his holiday attire. It was full two hours + since Afer had tapped him on the shoulder at the bridge below. He + entered with a deep obeisance and a well-feigned nervousness and + awkwardness. Natta, the slave, thought proper to remain within the + door, and keep a keen eye on the visitor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The ex-senator’s scrutiny did not, perhaps, beget the utmost + confidence, to judge by the slight and almost imperceptible + contraction of his eyebrows. There was that, evidently, in the + broad Teutonic cast of face and small eyes of the burly Cestus + which soap and water and a razor could not remove. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The habitual current of a man’s mind cannot, it is true, alter his + features, but it charges them with an essence as readable as a + printed page. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was, therefore, the misfortune of the physiognomy of Cestus to + leave no favourable impression, for he had not as yet opened his + lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You wish to see me,’ said Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The noble Fabricius!’ answered Cestus, with deep humility—perhaps + too deep. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am he; your business?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please you, noble sir, I am nothing but a poor labourer down + at the river below there, and I would never have the boldness to + trouble your worship, or to set my foot across the threshold of + your palace, but that I come not of my own + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page87">[pg 87]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg087"></a>accord, but to befriend + a mate of mine who is dying.’ Cestus paused, and nervously + fingered his belt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well!’ said Fabricius, ‘go on! You have not come on your own + account, but on that of a sick friend—what next?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It concerns you also, and I was told to tell it to you alone,’ + replied Cestus, with a glance at Natta. The shadow of a smile + rested on the face of Fabricius as he signed to the slave to + retire. Natta, however, feigned not to observe the motion, and did + not move. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You may go, Natta,’ said his master, and the old porter had no + alternative but to obey, which he did, with reluctant steps and + sour suspicious looks at the visitor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Now speak,’ said Fabricius; ‘I think I could guess at the nature + of your message. Has it aught to do with a domestic matter of + mine?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please,’ replied Cestus, ‘I will tell you exactly what I was + told to tell, for I know nothing more. Lupus—that is my friend—has + been hurt to death by a block of marble which slipped upon him + whilst it was being slung from the ship on to the quay. He sent + for me to-night, and I did but clean myself and come straight to + your palace. He said, “I did a deed some years ago which has lain + heavy on my mind ever since—heavier even than that cursed block + from Luna which fell upon me yesterday. I am going fast; there is + no hope, and I must ease my mind. On the top of Janiculum there + dwells a nobleman named Fabricius. Seek him, and bring him hither + back with thee, that I may tell him what I did, for my mind + torments me more than my crushed body. He had a granddaughter, a + little child—a little goddess; I can tell him of that child—bid + him come with haste! Fourteen years ago I stole her from his door + and sold her. She yet lives—a slave!”’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In spite of himself; in spite of the numberless plausible tales + and previous disappointments, Fabricius felt his heart beat + violently, and a tremor seize his limbs. Cestus’s small keen eyes + noted the change of colour on his cheek. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fourteen years!’ murmured Fabricius to himself; ‘right almost to + the very month; how could he know that if—alas, my little + darling—my little Aurelia! shall I be fooled again?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page88">[pg 88]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg088"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I pray you, Fabricius, be speedy, out of pity for my poor + comrade,’ urged Cestus; ‘he will soon be beyond reach. It was a + sore sin against you, but your nobleness will pardon a dying man. + And besides, you will forgive me, noble sir, for offering a + suggestion of my own; if Lupus departs without seeing you, you may + thus lose all chance of ever getting your lost grandchild again. + Ah me, that one could do such a deed as rob a house of its + sunshine for the sake of a few paltry sestertia!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This was uttered in a sighing kind of + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="it" xml:lang="it" + ><span style="font-style: italic">sotto voce</span></span + >, and the old Senator, racked with doubt and eagerness, with hope + and the fear of oft-repeated disappointment and disgust, passed + his hand over his brow in poignant doubtfulness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go to the Esquiline to my nephew—but no! I forgot; his Greek boy + came hither t’other day to say he was going to Tibur for a space. + Phœbus aid me! Where does this comrade of thine dwell?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not far away, so please you,’ answered Cestus; ‘on the other side + of the Aventine, nigh to the Ostian road.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is late,’ muttered Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is,’ observed the friend of Lupus, ‘but Death is not + particular as to time. In fact he seems to prefer the night-time. + If Lupus live past midnight I shall wonder. Imagine, noble sir, a + block of marble crushing poor flesh and bone—ugh, ’tis terrible!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘You saw it?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I did—worse luck.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are a labourer like him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I am—see!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The worthy labourer showed his hands. They had been specially + rubbed and engrained with dirt before washing. So cleverly were + they prepared, that they might have belonged to any hard-handed + son of toil. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did your comrade never tell you of this theft before?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Never.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And what does he deserve, think you, if he have done as he says?’ + said Fabricius, speaking with agitation; ‘taking away what to me + was more precious than life itself. What harm had I ever done him? + To sell the sweet child for a slave—oh!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page89">[pg 89]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg089"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Twas a crime indeed, and no fate too hard for him,’ observed + Cestus. ‘But haste, I beseech you! The poor devil is dying; have + pity on him, and serve yourself as well; for, as like as not, you + may get your maid again. ’Tis all plain to me now. When I first + knew Lupus, some twenty years ago, he was as blithe a fellow as + ever stepped; and then he began to change. Ay, ay! It is plain + enough to see now what weighed upon him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph; do you say so?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is easily vouched for by others than myself. Will you not + come? or must I go back and tell him——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Faith, I am distraught. I know not——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis scarcely likely he would die with a lie on his lips, noble + sir.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will go with you,’ said Fabricius, with a sudden determination. + ‘Go to the porch and wait! Natta, haste! Bid Pannicus, Cyrrha, and + Crotus take their staves and go forth with me to the Aventine. + Fetch me my cloak and cap!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, now—to-night?’ demanded the astonished slave, who ran in at + his master’s call. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, now, this minute—haste!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Now that his mind was made up the old man was burning with + eagerness, and, ere long, he and his slaves were ready to depart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In the meantime Cestus went to the porch and stood on the outer + step. The moon was rising behind some heavy cloud-banks, and her + effulgence shone dimly through the rifts. The great city lay + stretched below, with its gleams peeping through the hazy gloom. + In the uncertain light a form crept noiselessly up to the pillars + of the porch, and whispered to the Suburan standing there. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, is he coming?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes—take care; he is here!’ replied Cestus, and the figure glided + back into obscurity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius, followed by the three slaves bearing lanterns, came + forth. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is moonlight, Fabricius—the lanterns will be rather a + hindrance than otherwise,’ observed Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is moonlight truly, but not much as yet,’ answered Fabricius; + ‘so until it mends we will carry our own light + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page90">[pg 90]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg090"></a>with us. Lead on, good + fellow, with Pannicus, and we three will follow.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus did as he was told, cursing the lanterns in his heart. + Pannicus walked by his side. Far enough behind to escape + observation, the cloaked form, which had spoken to Cestus, dogged + their steps like a stealthy tiger. They passed down the hill and + through the Transtibertine district to the river. After crossing + the Sublician Bridge they proceeded to the gate of the Servian + rampart called Trigemina, and then ascended the Aventine Mount by + the Publician Road. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In the earlier times of the city this hill had been regarded as + ill-omened. It had been occupied chiefly by plebeian families, but + now was becoming more fashionable, following, as already said, the + inevitable rule of the wealthy classes seizing upon the most + elevated and pleasant situations, as the city waxed great. At the + head of the upward road Fabricius and his party passed the temple + of Juno Regina, which Camillus had built after his conquest of + Veii. The three lanterns of the slaves were undesirable + accompaniments, in the estimation of Cestus, so he rapidly hit + upon a plan which might lead to their extinguishment. Fortune + favoured him as they passed the temple of the famous conqueror. + The moon glanced out with her silver-bright disc from behind the + sharp edge of a black cloud, and bathed the columns of the temple, + as well as every object around, in a flood of splendour. The + obnoxious lanterns, with their smoky, yellow glare, were useless, + and a contrast to the pure brightness around. The moment was + opportune. Pannicus the slave, walking on the left of Cestus, + carried his lantern hanging down at the full length of his right + arm. As the moonbeams fell to the earth, Cestus purposely slipped + with his left foot, and falling across his companion’s path, + dashed the lantern out of his hand to the ground, where it + instantly became dark. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My ankle seemed to turn on some cursed stone,’ said Cestus, as he + gathered himself up, rubbing his elbows and knees. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius inquired if he was hurt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, not much—nothing that I can feel yet, save a bit of a shake.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Pannicus took his lantern to his fellow-slaves to have it relit. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page91">[pg 91]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg091"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Never mind the lantern, man! Who wants candles with such a light + as this Diana gives us?’ cried Cestus, with a parting rub at his + dusty clothes,—‘come, we can see better without.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I think so,’ remarked Fabricius quietly, and the remaining two + lanterns were extinguished. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The road began to descend again toward the valley. In some places + it was cut through the rock, more or less deeply, and at one + particular spot it passed through a grove of trees. The chiselled + rock, which walled the upper side of the road, was scarcely + breast-high, and fringed to the very edge with ancient trees, as + though the process of cutting the path had been limited by + veneration for the spot and the bare requirements of the work. + This was a barrier on one hand which required considerable agility + to surmount. On the opposite side the face of the hill continued + to slope downward from the edge of the path into the dark depths + of the grove, which the moonlight was unable to penetrate. It was + one of those silent, secluded, mysterious spots, rich in + tradition, which were fast disappearing before the relentless + march of the spreading city. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A few paces within it stood a large square altar, dedicated to the + deity of the grove. Its sculptured figures were indistinct, and + worn by centuries of elementary strife. The hoary trees surrounded + and spread their branching arms far above it. The silvery rays of + Diana slipped through upon it, and it stood, barred with light and + shadow, in its sylvan loneliness—ghostly, mysterious, and, as one + might fancy, meditating on the memories of generations. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was to this spot the party led by Cestus now approached. The + hour was growing late according to the habits of people then. The + road, never very busy at any time, was deserted, and the dwellings + had ceased before they reached the sacred grove. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They walked on until they arrived within eighty or ninety yards of + the ancient altar. Fabricius was busy balancing his hopes against + the logic of his experiences, and his slaves were, no doubt, + cursing the whim of their master, in bringing them out on such a + nocturnal expedition. Suddenly Cestus, who had beguiled the way by + an intermittent conversation with his companion Pannicus, picked + up a stone, and flung it vigorously, as far as he could, among the + branches of the trees, in + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page92">[pg 92]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg092"></a>the direction of the + altar, which they were approaching. The pebble rattled among the + twigs, and fell, with a thud, on the turfy sod beneath. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What now, good fellow?’ cried Fabricius from behind, ‘has your + day’s labour not given you sufficient exercise?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dost not see it?’ said Cestus, pointing to the tops of the + trees,—‘an owl! shu!’ And he made a loud noise and flung another + stone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hush, man—you will stir the goddess of the grove—leave the owls + in peace!’ said Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus accordingly desisted, having done as much as he required. + In a few strides they were opposite the altar. The Suburan + stopped, and wheeled round so suddenly, that the old Senator and + his two slaves well-nigh ran against him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What now, man—what possesses you?’ said Fabricius sharply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One minute, so please you, to pray to the goddess for my poor + comrade?’ asked Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go, then!’ replied Fabricius in a gentle tone, and the pretended + workman stepped aside to the altar, where he appeared to engage + himself in devotion. He prayed, as follows, in whispered tones: + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you all there, and ready?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A murmur and a voice rose from the thick shadow of the stones, + ‘Ready, ay, and sick of waiting—are they yonder?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Three dogs of slaves who will run at a shout, and the old man + himself. I have come, on leave, for a minute to pray for a sick + comrade to get better who died five years ago. When we move on I + shall whistle, and then come you on our backs like four + thunderbolts.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Having said this Cestus turned to go back, when a sibilant ‘sh!’ + detained him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wait, Cestus, I think I hear horses’ feet, and the game will be + spoiled—hark!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Cestus was either not so keen of hearing, or else was too + impatient to make a speedy end of the business, so that, after + listening for a brief second or two, he snarled in reply, ‘What + horses, you fool; there are no horses out this time of the night, + on this road—just as likely the goddess herself—be ready for the + whistle!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page93">[pg 93]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg093"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With that he rejoined the party, who were resting unconscious of + such a dangerous trap. They had scarcely taken half a dozen steps + onward, when Cestus gave his signal, shrill and sudden. Four forms + leaped like tigers from the shadow of the altar and fell on the + affrighted slaves. Cestus himself bounded on Fabricius. At the + same time the figure, which had dogged their steps from the + Janiculum, leaped down from the rock-wall of the road and stood + apart to watch. Two of the slaves had fallen in the sudden + onslaught, but the third had managed to escape at the top of his + speed. Fabricius, who, in despite of his age, retained yet a large + use of his keen senses and bodily activity, had taken sufficient + warning to raise his staff, and meet the charge of Cestus with a + vigorous blow. The ruffian staggered, and the moonbeams flashed + upon the polished blade of a weapon, which was dashed from his + hand by the lucky stroke. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wretch!’ the old man shouted, when a blow from behind felled him + senseless. Cestus, furious with rage and pain, belched forth a + frightful imprecation. His right arm was benumbed or broken, and + he stooped for his knife with his other hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Not far away was a sharp turn in the road. The tramp of horses and + the jingle of accoutrements smote on their ears. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Bungling fool!’ hissed the mysterious figure, springing forward + to complete the work in which, so far, the Suburan had been + foiled. But he was met, and rudely thrust back by the powerful arm + of the confederate who had knocked the Senator down from behind. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take your time, my lad,’ bellowed that individual hoarsely, ‘he’s + more mine than yours.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slash of a poniard was the answer, and they closed in a + struggle, when the others suddenly raised a cry of ‘<span + class="tei tei-foreign" + lang="la" + xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Cave!</span></span + >’ and fled in all directions into the recesses of the wood. A + body of horsemen had rounded the bend in the road and was almost + upon them. They were in military attire, and the moon glittered on + their polished helmets and the trappings of the horses. The + foremost trooper immediately sprang to the ground and rushed + forward, followed by two or three more. The struggling men parted + and darted into the grove after + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page94">[pg 94]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg094"></a>their companions, whilst + the foremost of the new-comers, singling out Cestus, followed him + at the top of his speed. He was in a few moments hard upon the + heels of the Suburan, who strained every nerve in fear of his + pursuer, who possessed a far fleeter foot than himself. Fortune + favoured him just at the critical moment, when, in terror, he + seemed to feel a hand upon his collar. The outgrowing, straggling + roots of a tree tripped the foot of the trooper, and he flew, with + a dire crash, to the ground. The fall was so violent that he lay + for a few seconds stunned. When he picked himself up, the whole of + the flying vagabonds had disappeared among the gloomy boles, like + water through a sieve, leaving neither trace nor sound behind. He + shook himself with a laugh, and gathering up his brazen helmet, + walked back to the road. Some others of the troop were here + dismounted, using their best efforts to revive the unconscious + Fabricius. Flasks were produced; wine and water were poured into + his mouth and rubbed on his temples. The two inanimate slaves were + laid side by side until a helmet full of water could be brought + from a neighbouring fountain to be dashed upon them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The soldier we have particularised knelt down beside the prostrate + Fabricius. ‘Is he badly hurt?’ he asked. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is hard to say, Centurion; but, dead or not, it is a man of + the Senate,’ replied the comrade, who was bathing the old man’s + forehead. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ said the Centurion, ‘is, or was, rather—he wears only the + narrow band. However, he is worth the trouble of a few minutes. Do + your best. Do you object to wait for a brief time, Drusus?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This question was addressed to one who sat motionless on his horse + close by. Leading reins were attached to his charger’s bridle and + held by a mounted soldier on each side. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No!’ replied this person, ‘I hold this delay as kind and + fortunate, for the pleasant moonlight and the sweet air of heaven + will soon know me no more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius soon showed symptoms of life, and then his recovery was + rapid. He sat up and glanced around. ‘Where am I? What is all + this? Ah, I know,’ he ejaculated. ‘I remember!—but you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, simply in this way,’ responded the officer; ‘we saw + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page95">[pg 95]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg095"></a>you on the ground, and a + couple of night-hawks squabbling over you. A few moments later, + and probably you would never have spoken again on earth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Most surely—robbed of what little money I have about me, and + deprived of my life as well. I have been decoyed into a trap,’ + said Fabricius, rising to his feet, with the help of the + Centurion’s arm. ‘Thanks! My name is Quintus Fabricius, and I + dwell on the Janiculum. I owe my life to you this night, and I + will prove my gratitude, if my means and exertions are able to do + so.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There needs no thought, but thankfulness, that we chanced to + arrive so opportunely. The rest was easy—they ran off when they + caught sight of us—we came, saw, and conquered!’ said the officer, + laughing. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be that for me to determine,’ rejoined Fabricius; ‘I will ask but + two things of you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Name them.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The first is the name of one I have cause to remember.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We are a good score of fellows—would you wish for them all?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thine only. Through you I shall know the rest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For their sakes, then, we are Pretorians.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So I see,’ observed Fabricius, with gentle impatience. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, then, I am Centurion thereof, and my name Martialis. But + what of that? We all have done, one as much as another, and the + whole amounts to nothing,—come, sir, and I will send two or three + to guard you home.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old man, still somewhat confused and trembling, murmured once + or twice the name he had heard, as if it bore some familiar sound. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your name seems to ring in my ears as if I had heard it of old,’ + he said; ‘but that in good time. Having given me your name, you + will not, therefore, refuse me the honour of your friendship. Give + me your word, you will visit me, and speedily. In the + Transtibertine I am to be found by the simple asking.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Willingly! I accept your kindness with pleasure,’ answered + Martialis, with growing impatience to go onward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come with me now! Your men could return without you,’ urged the + old man. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page96">[pg 96]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg096"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What—entice me from my duty! Nay, you would not,’ cried + Martialis, shaking his head and laughing. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He would be bold, indeed, who would try to seduce an officer of + our Prefect,’ interposed the quietly bitter voice of him who sat + on the led horse, ‘especially when that zealous and frank-minded + Prefect sends his officer to lead a son of Germanicus, like a + felon, to Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What!—of Germanicus!’ exclaimed Fabricius, in astonishment, and + ere he could be stopped he pushed up to the speaker and seized his + hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Drusus—of that same unhappy family. Evil fate spares us not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your pardon, Prince, but this is against my orders,’ interposed + Martialis, quickly and firmly; ‘you will not compel me to enforce + them?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough! Lead on!’ responded the ill-fated prince, in a mournful + voice. ‘Farewell, friend, whoever thou art.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘March!’ commanded the Centurion, and the band proceeded. He + himself walked on foot at its head, in order to lend the old + Senator the support of his arm. The slaves Pannicus and Cyrrha, + with no worse effects of their adventures than a confused singing + in their heads, brought up the rear. In this wise they continued, + until they had crossed the mount and descended to the level ground + near the Trigeminan Gate. Here Fabricius took leave of his + preserver, with a few warm heartfelt words of thanks, and + Martialis detached two of his men to escort him home. Continuing + on his way the Centurion led his troop in double file. The clang + of the horses’ hoofs, with the jingle of accoutrements, awoke the + echoes of the silent, empty streets. Ascending the Palatine they + halted before the Imperial palace, and were received by an + official and a few slaves. The prisoner was desired to dismount, + and he was led into the palace. The lights of the interior showed + him to be a young man of not more than one or two-and-twenty, and + he maintained the sullen expression of one who has suddenly been + made the victim of deceit. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is this my journey’s end?’ he asked of Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here I must quit you, noble Drusus; I have no further + instructions than to leave you in charge of the keeper of the + palace.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page97">[pg 97]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg097"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take me to my room then,’ said the prince, haughtily, to the + keeper, ‘where I may eat, and drink, and sleep, and forget what I + am.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The keeper obeyed and led the way through the halls of Caesar, + until they arrived at a narrow passage, which terminated in a + descending flight of stone steps. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whither are you taking me?’ demanded the prisoner sternly, as he + came to a sudden halt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To the vaults of the palace,’ answered the official laconically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Know you who I am?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perfectly well. But I am ordered to place you in the vaults, and + I have no alternative but to obey.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The young prince looked fiercely around, but seeing how useless + any resistance would be, he dropped his chin on his breast with a + silent stoical resignation which touched Martialis to the heart. + Torches were lit and the party descended the steps, and went along + an underground passage. The keeper of the palace halted before a + narrow, heavily-barred door, and unlocked it. It needed a strong + pressure to cause it to move on its hinges, and, as it did so, a + heavy, damp, noisome atmosphere puffed forth, which caused the + torches to flicker and splutter. They went in. The interior was + hewn out of the rock; spacious enough, but humid, chill, and + horrible—a perfect tomb. The trickling moisture, which bedewed the + walls, glistened icily through the gloom in the light of the + torches, and the floor was damp and sticky, and traced with the + slimy tracks of creeping things. There was a pallet and a stool, + and the slaves placed some eatables thereon. Martialis felt sick + at heart and shuddered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are sure you are right in bringing him to this fearful + place—a place unfit for a beast to rest in?’ he whispered to the + gaoler. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is the best of all the vaults,’ was the brief reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The unhappy prince looked round, in a stupefied way, and shivered. + The change was frightful, from the sunny skies and balmy air of + the lovely sea-girt Capreae. Martialis stepped up to him. ‘I must + leave you, Drusus,’ he said; ‘I am sorely grieved to quit you in + such a lodging—it must be by error, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page98">[pg 98]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg098"></a>and if so, I will not + fail to do my best to have it rectified at once.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks, friend,’ said the unfortunate, looking with fixed eyes; + ‘bid them send their murderers speedily!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Without another word he went to the pallet and sat down, and + buried his face in his hands in mute despair. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + One of the torches was fixed into an iron socket on the wall, and + the order was given to withdraw. Full of distress, Martialis took + a second light from the hand of its bearer, and extinguishing it, + he laid it on the little stool, so that it might succeed the other + when needed. Then taking his large military cloak from his + shoulders, he gently dropped it over the unhappy prisoner’s form + and turned away. The dungeon was then vacated and locked, and the + Centurion rushed, as hastily as he was able, with a heart full of + painful feelings, up into the fresh pure air and sweet moonlight + outside. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When he reached the camp with his troop, he was summoned to the + Prefect to deliver his report, which was received by the commander + with every sign of satisfaction. Proceeding, on his own impulse, + to describe the dreadful circumstances of the prisoner, he was + coldly interrupted and dismissed. He turned to go, inwardly + burning with disgust and indignation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay, Centurion!’ cried Sejanus; ‘you have been inquired for here + to-day—it is right I should inform you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Indeed! In what manner, and by whom, may I ask?’ said Martialis + coldly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By a workman—a potter from Surrentum! Ha! You change colour!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis not from shame at least,’ returned the other haughtily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, no—from conscious folly rather. You would wed a potter’s + girl. You are blind to your own interests. Amuse yourself with + her, if you wish, but think twice ere you bind a clog about your + neck.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And even such clogs are as easily got rid off as assumed at the + present time,’ retorted the Centurion cuttingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus bit his lip, and his brows met darkly. The retort cut + home, for he had put away his wife Apicata, to further more freely + his guilty intrigue with Livia, the Emperor’s daughter-in-law. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page99">[pg 99]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg099"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + However, he replied sarcastically, ‘That is true; but not in the + case of such eminently virtuous men as yourself, Martialis. But + just as you think proper—it is your own matter. As long as it + affects not your Centurionship I care not—not I.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Rather than suffer that to happen, Prefect, I would relinquish my + duties entirely—you need have no fear,’ answered Martialis coldly, + and, saluting, he left the room. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page100">[pg 100]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg100"></a> <a id="toc20"></a + ><a id="pdf21"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER IX.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus, straining every nerve as he fled from the scene of his + failure, expected each moment to feel the fingers of his rapidly + gaining pursuer hooked into his collar. Doubling this way and that + through the gloom, in imminent peril of smashing his skull, and + experiencing all the terrors of a hunted hare, he gave a gasp of + joy when he heard the crash of the trooper’s fall at his heels. A + few more leaps took him out of sight and hearing; and then he + doubled on his track. When he gained the edge of the grove, he + dropped down at full length in a convenient shelter, with his + heart throbbing well-nigh to bursting, and his eyes swimming. His + slothful, indulgent habits rendered him totally unequal to such a + terrible trial of exertion, and his horrible gasping for breath + was so severe as to render him incapable of perceiving whether + there were any signs of further pursuit. Burying his face in the + grass, he smothered, as well as he could, his grievous pantings, + until he recovered breath sufficiently to sit up and listen with + more attention. All was as still as death, however, and, in + another quarter of an hour, he felt emboldened to make the best of + his way to the safe haunts of his native Subura. Going cautiously + he quitted the Aventine and gained the Ostian road which ran to + the heart of the city. As he progressed along the deserted streets + he began to curse his ill-luck and speculate on the consequences. + The promised reward, though further from his grasp than before, + yet shed its glamour over his mind, and whetted it to ponder over + renewed plans, on a less delicate and ingenious style, more + peculiarly his own. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The vast exterior of the Circus Maximus towered on his left. + Walking swiftly along its moonlit, porticoed base, full + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page101">[pg 101]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg101"></a>of caves of ill-repute, + another figure appeared, so as to converge on to the track of + Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Traversing that mighty circuit of masonry, the Suburan overlooked + the approaching object, as one might have overlooked a small + animal specked on the side of a mountain, until he found himself + in close proximity, and then he quickened his pace. The result of + this was that the stranger did the same, and the mind of Cestus + began to wax uneasy. He finally started off at a smart trot, + whereupon he was hailed by an angry voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stop, you fool!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus recognised the tones of his patron and waited in as much + dread as surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I did not recognise you, patron,’ he said, as the knight came up. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So you have got away clear,’ said Afer sharply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘More by good luck than anything else—there was a swifter foot + than mine behind me had it not slipped,’ replied Cestus, humbled + and abashed by his failure. ‘You were too bold to be nigh—had you + been caught, it had been fifty times worse.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Rest yourself easy on that score—I am not such a bungler as + yourself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, patron, the plan failed, but you can hardly blame me,’ + began Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whom then? if not you. It is the climax of your bragging + worthlessness—idiot!’ said the knight wrathfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, but, patron—the soldiers! Who could be at both ends of the + road at once? Another minute and I had done my work to + perfection—I had finished it even now, but for that meddling fool, + who chose to put in his word. Be reasonable, patron; I carried out + your plans to the very letter and minute, but you made no + provision for a troop of legionaries to interfere.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Silence, blockhead! could I not see?’ fumed Afer. ‘Why, the old + dotard, if they had left you to it, would have cracked your skull, + thick as it is.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, never—if he outlived Saturn!’ retorted the Suburan, with + rising voice, as well as choler, ‘nor fifty dotards from fifty + Janiculums. Let me do the job in my own way, without + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page102">[pg 102]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg102"></a>the useless tomfoolery + of a whining tale and a moonlight walk, and a cohort of asses + lurking on one’s steps—leave it to me alone and you shall see.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, I should see you with thy neck in a noose and myself + proclaimed,’ sneered Afer. ‘Leave it to you, indeed! If you cannot + do better than this, with four stout fellows to back you, what + would you do alone? Fool!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am no fool!’ returned Cestus fiercely; for the cutting contempt + and epithets of his patron were more than he could bear. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A double fool—a swaggering, bragging, drunken fool, thick of + sense and slow of hand—faugh!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I tell thee, Afer, I am no fool!’ bawled Cestus; ‘it is thyself!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was, to trust your workmanship. Fabricius eats his postponed + supper, and you are off to your foxholes, like a cur, with its + tail between its legs. Begone and trouble me no more!’ thundered + Afer, in uncontrollable passion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You shall know that—clever as you think yourself, you are under + my thumb. One word from me——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Silence, you dog, when I bid you!’ hissed the knight, striding up + to him and clutching his collar. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not I, by Hercules!’ cried Cestus, thoroughly roused and reckless + as he shook off the grasp. ‘You, a chicken-hearted, double-faced + pauper, to be my master——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘<span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Accipe——!</span></span + > + Let that silence thee for ever!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight threw up his arm as he spoke, and the Suburan, giving a + sharp cry, fell heavily, stabbed in the breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer hastily wiped his poniard and replaced it in the folds of his + cloak. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is no bungling in this,’ he muttered; ‘dead men tell no + tales.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Only delaying to drag the fallen man by the heels more into the + shadow of a wall, he hurried swiftly on; and, before morning + dawned, he entered the yet sleeping town of Tibur, disappointed in + mind, and yet not altogether without a feeling of satisfaction and + relief at the course circumstances had taken. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page103">[pg 103]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg103"></a> <a id="toc22"></a + ><a id="pdf23"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER X.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Not far from the shadow of the Capitoline, and nigh the Forum of + Caesar, Plautia dwelt in a small, but handsome mansion. Her + wealth, although not as great as that squandered by her + spendthrift brother, was yet ample, and in her hands better + controlled. Her entertainments were not very frequent, but, + nevertheless, were famous amongst a certain set for their + enjoyableness, which was due, not alone to the exquisite fare + provided, but more to the tact of the hostess in selecting her + guests. We have already attempted to describe the attractions of + her brilliant, though voluptuous, style of beauty. Of lovers she + had no lack. Her manners with all of them were perfectly free and + familiar. So misleading, that more than one, ere now, encouraged + and inflamed thereby to presumption, became sorrowfully aware of + the claws which lay sheathed in velvet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She was a mystery, therefore, and a tantalising one. Whispers and + rumours were perennial; but yet absolute proof was wanting to + substantiate the fame which people awarded her. She, herself, was + indifferent, and could return as haughty and unembarrassed a stare + as any which the proudest patrician matron bent upon her. Even + those individuals, proverbial for the possession of the most + secret information—namely, her handmaids and domestics—were at + fault; so secret, variable, and contrary were her actions and + humours. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + One morning, two or three days later in our story, she was going + forth to take the air, and she came to the porch of her house, + where her litter, borne by four powerful slaves, stood awaiting + her. This litter was roofed in, and of sufficient size to admit of + the occupant lying at full length if necessary. It was also + furnished with curtains, which could be drawn so as + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page104">[pg 104]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg104"></a>to secure perfect + immunity from observation. This contrivance for conveyance, so + common in ancient Rome, was standing on the ground, and Plautia + stepped therein, before the admiring gaze of the pedestrians who + thronged the causeway. Lydia, a young female, who was half + lady’s-maid, half companion, was about to follow, but her mistress + waved her hand and said she wished to be alone that day. With that + she drew the curtains partially to hide her face and yet not to + interrupt her view. The maid withdrew into the house abashed; it + was the third consecutive morning she had been so treated; such + behaviour was unwonted, and being filled with fears and doubts of + all kinds, she forthwith began to weep heartily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The four slaves, not at all grieved to lose the weight of the + discomfited girl, bore off their mistress toward the Esquiline + Gardens. The human beasts of burden dared no more than exchange a + fleeting look. It was, likewise, the third consecutive morning + they had been given the same direction. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To the north of the gardens lay that portion of the plain which + was called the field of the Viminal. This extended to the + Pretorian camp, and was, therefore, the natural drill and + exercising ground of the troops. Thither the litter of Plautia was + carried by her direction; skirting the outside of the rampart of + Servius, after it had passed through the Esquiline Gate. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There were a number of the guards in the plain, busily engaged in + exercising. Approaching within convenient distance for witnessing + their movements, the slaves were ordered to set down the litter + and rest themselves. Plautia, reclining with the curtains + withdrawn, scanned the cohorts eagerly and keenly. After a + lengthened survey a look of disappointment gathered gradually on + her face. She ordered her litter to be raised, and from her + elevated position once again scrutinised the moving ranks. She + seemed to get no more satisfaction than before, and gave the word + to return homeward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The morning was bright and bracing, and the streets were full of + citizens. As her litter passed through the crowded Subura it was + rudely jostled in a narrow way, and in danger of being overturned + by a crowd of slaves, who preceded the litter of some presumably + great personage. Amid the struggle, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page105">[pg 105]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg105"></a>clamour, and curses of + angry voices, the litter of Plautia was rocked and tilted, so + violently, that she gave vent to a cry, more in anger than fear. + She thrust her face outside the curtains to look on the turbulent + scene, and grasped the side of her litter with her hand, in + imminent dread of being thrown out. Such struggles were very + common in the narrow streets, and called for no particular + interference; but the sight of her handsome face, perhaps, + inspired the friendly interference of a tall young man, who, along + with a crowd of people, had been dammed up by the contention. He + hastily thrust himself forward, and Plautia’s face became suffused + with a deep flush when she perceived it was Lucius Martialis. With + one hand he grasped one of the foremost poles of her litter, and + raised it, so as to allow the burly slave, who held it, to recover + his overweighted grasp and position, whilst, with the other arm, + he thrust back the foremost of the opposing menials. There was + something in the stern resistless strength of the action which + bade them think better of their uncompromising manner of + proceeding, and they edged away more to one side, though not + without much abuse. In another moment both parties were free and + disentangled, and the great personage, who had never thought fit + to show himself and notice the squabble, was carried on. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia’s countenance was brilliant in colour, and her proud eyes + soft and lustrous as they dwelt on the Centurion, who was clothed + as a private citizen. She thanked him for his service, and her + voice was tremulous and rich. He merely bowed, and muttered some + commonplace words in return, and, ere she could say more, he + turned away and disappeared amid the throng of passers-by. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia gazed after him for a few moments, and then sank back on + her cushions in a deep reverie, which, judging by the smile + resting on her lips, seemed pleasant enough to entertain her + agreeably for a much longer time than sufficed to bring her to her + own door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The lady entered her favourite apartment, which was pervaded by + the perfume of the costly wood burning in a brazier on the hearth. + The appointments of the room were as rich and brilliant in colour + as herself, and on a small carved citron-<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page106" + >[pg 106]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg106"></a>wood table stood a + delicate basket, tastefully packed with the most beautiful + flowers. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Lydia took them up and presented them to her mistress, saying, + ‘Martialis sent these with best greetings.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Which Martialis—there are two?’ asked Plautia, receiving them + with a smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, Caius Martialis!’ replied the handmaiden in surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ ejaculated the lady, dropping the basket carelessly, + almost flinging it on the table again. ‘They are not such as + please me; take them yourself. Who is that without?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Glaucus, your freedman,’ answered a voice at the door, ‘with + news!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enter, Glaucus, with your news!’ cried the lady, relinquishing + her outer cloaks and wraps to the care of Lydia, who retired. The + freedman entered—a low thick-set man, having a rough, but yet + intelligent look about him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well,’ said the lady, warming herself at the fire, ‘what sort of + news—private or public?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have reason to think that, at present, it is pretty well + private,’ replied the freedman, with an air of self-satisfaction + and importance, ‘but ere long it will be public enough, that is + very certain. I have learned that the Prefect Sejanus has obtained + Caesar’s consent to his marriage with Livia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Glaucus paused, as if to allow the lady to take breath and recover + from the effects of his communication. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well,’ said she, as unmoved as marble, ‘is that all?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘All!’ echoed Glaucus, staggering back in astonishment and + disgust. ‘Why, not half a score of people have yet heard a breath + of it!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia burst into a fit of hearty laughter as she watched the + fall of his countenance. ‘Psa, you fool!’ she said, ‘every one + knew that the mighty Prefect was angling in the Imperial waters + long ago. What reliance can I place on your information? Where did + you get it?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the camp itself, and from the lips of the Prefect’s own + eunuch—Lygdus himself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Truly he might be expected to know; but he is a cunning rogue.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page107">[pg 107]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg107"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He does know,’ said Glaucus, with increasing emphasis; ‘and what + is more the Prefect has been summoned, or has been granted + permission, to visit his bride at Capreae, and he is going + accordingly in a few days.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, that is something more to the purpose; that is twenty times + worth the other, my Glaucus, for it looks like business.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Prefect,’ continued the freedman, ‘so Lygdus told me, was + only ill-pleased that Caesar would not allow more than two or + three friends to accompany him, in addition to his usual guard of + Pretorians. Tiberius seems mightily afraid of strangers in his + enchanted island.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perhaps the worthy Lygdus also informed you who the favoured few + friends of the Prefect were to be? It might be interesting to + know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, noble Plautia, he did not say who was going, except, of + course, the guard of Pretorians, with the first Centurion—the tall + young brother of Caius Martialis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah! thus much you know for certain, Glaucus?’ said Plautia + carelessly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yea, for Lygdus heard the order given.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, there cannot be any better authority than that, unless the + Prefect change his mind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Truly he might.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And so you cannot give me the names of the chosen companions of + Sejanus?—they would be worth hearing,’ said Plautia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Indeed I cannot, at present, for the eunuch knew not himself; but + I might hear before long.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In that case you will let me know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I shall fly, like a swallow, to acquaint you,’ was the answer of + the devoted freedman. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are rather thick and heavy with flesh and years to do that,’ + observed the young lady satirically; ‘nevertheless, I am assured + you will hasten on your legs as fast as you can. I am indebted to + you for several favours lately, Glaucus——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The noble Plautia deigns to be gracious to her humble + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr107"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">freedman,’</span> said he, smirking + and bowing to the ground. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr107b"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">’See</span> you that small drawer in + the citron-wood table? Open it—there is a purse within it!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page108">[pg 108]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg108"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The freedman did as he was desired with alacrity, and took out the + purse. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Transfer the contents to your own pocket and replace the purse,’ + said Plautia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Glaucus did so with admirable celerity, and gushed into profuse + expressions of gratitude. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough—you are a good man,’ said his patroness, nodding toward + the door. He took the hint and withdrew, and after a few moments’ + reflection, Plautia went to a writing-table, and indited the + following laconic epistle:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘Come and see me at your earliest.’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sealing it up, she gave it into the hands of a slave, with + instructions to deliver it to the Prefect himself, wheresoever he + might find him. When the slave had gone she wrote another letter, + which she destroyed as soon as she had read it over. She composed + an amended one, which shared the fate of the former, and not until + four or five had been ruthlessly sacrificed to her fastidious + taste, did she succeed in completing one sufficiently satisfactory + to her mind to fold up. It was put into a secret drawer, and its + fair author proceeded to pass the hours with her usual + occupations, which were mainly the reception of visitors, and the + lengthy and elaborate business of the bath. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The time had long passed since her slave had returned from his + errand, and his embassy had, so far, been followed by no result. + Her impatient temper suffered considerably, and she was about to + send off a more peremptory mandate, when the appearance of the + tall form of the Prefect himself concluded the matter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You sent for me, Empress—here I am!’ said he, smiling gaily, and + pinching her beautiful cheek. She pushed his hand away. Had she + been really the exalted personage he jokingly termed her, her + gesture could not have been haughtier in manner. He laughed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Forgive me, beautiful Plautia! I ought to have known that my + salutation should have been warmer. Be not offended! I will hallow + with my lips what my fingers have profaned.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He bent down his lips, as if to kiss her rich-hued cheek, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page109">[pg 109]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg109"></a>but she pushed him away, + and reared her head with an angry flash of her black eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas! wherefore did you send for me to be so cruel?’ sighed he, + with burlesque sorrow and pain. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Psa!’ she said scornfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was not so always,’ observed the Prefect, with an affected + sigh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And should be less so now,’ was the rejoinder; ‘the noble Livia + should be granted some measure of faithfulness—at the first at + least.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ho! ho! jealous?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She gave him a momentary glance of surprise, and then exploded + into uncontrollable laughter. Peal after peal rolled full and + musically through the apartment, and yet so freely and + spontaneously, as to forbid any idea of its mirth being forced. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well—you seem amused at something,’ said the Prefect presently, + with a frown. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Jealous, mighty Prefect, on your account!’ quoth Plautia, sinking + on a couch with a sigh, and the fitful mutterings of her laughter. + ‘I can freely pay tribute to your invincible fascinations, but I + am not jealous. Never allow your conceit to grow at such a rate, + Prefect, or it will do you serious harm.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is no fear,’ he replied, biting his lip; ‘but whence did + you know concerning Livia?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A bird of the air brought it this morning.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I could net that same bird I would, perhaps, clip its wings.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To what purpose, but the pleasure of playing the tyrant? All Rome + must know, and speedily too, of the Prefect’s last move.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is true; but simply to teach him or her caution. Another + time it might happen to be a more secret matter, premature + exposure of which might lead to serious results. Bid your + newsbearers be more wary, sweet lady. But you have not yet told me + why you sent for me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Partly for one more look at you, ere you depart on your + matrimonial expedition,’ she said satirically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you also know that?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page110">[pg 110]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg110"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is part and parcel with the other.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She rested her hand gently on his arm, and smiled in his face. + ‘You are going to Capreae—to your Livia,’ continued she. ‘I + congratulate you on the success of the whole affair. What follows + then, Sejanus?’—she dropped her voice in a low tone—‘Tiberius is + an old man.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What do you mean?’ said he, bending on her a cold, stony glance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I spoke without thinking,’ she replied, with a careless shrug; ‘I + mean nothing—what could I?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A careless and dangerous habit, and one to be guarded against.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Psa! it is excusable in a woman.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In some—in most perhaps; but there are many—and I include + yourself amongst them, beautiful Plautia—whose brains move busily + before their tongues wag.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah me!’ sighed the lady impatiently, ‘why did I allow the one for + once to get before the other? And though you should turn + inquisitor, and bring hither your judicial chair, you will make no + more of the matter.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She stamped her foot with a charming affectation of wrath, and he + smiled grimly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I shall not make the attempt,’ he answered; ‘I am content to + think that Plautia is wise and prudent. Come! what lies beneath + all this?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, see how you are at fault—something I do mean truly!’ she + cried, clapping her hands with glee. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you suppose I ever thought otherwise?’ he rejoined, rather + puzzled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, most subtle of men; but your suspicions lie in a different + groove. What care I for your Livia, or Caesar himself, or the + windings of your politics, or the bubblings of your ambition—for + you have ambition, Prefect, and a goodly share thereof——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Let him herd with oxen who has not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I care nothing for these; I am too content with, and intent upon, + the affairs of my own small world——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Which is the rosy realm of Venus—go on!’ quoth he drily; ‘we + shall, probably, now hear what this has to do with Tiberius. He is + an old pensioner of the bright + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr110"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">goddess.’</span> + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page111">[pg 111]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg111"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fool—nothing whatever! I want to know who is going with you to + Capreae.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have taken a strange method of proceeding in your quest. I + shall not tell you, sweet lady; you may await the tidings of that + same trusty bird again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know already.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wonders upon wonders! The gods preserve you to the earth! + Wherefore did you ask, then?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To catch you tripping, if possible.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should grieve to disappoint you, beauteous Plautia, astute as + you are lovely; but I cannot avoid it, for I know not myself who + are to be my companions.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Miserable deceiver—I expose you at once! A Centurion and a troop + of guards go with you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This is folly; you have spent the day with children,’ he said, + bursting into a laugh. ‘I give you full credit for your + penetration. Martialis and his myrmidons certainly go along with + me. Could a Prefect depart on a mission without his trusty + Pretorians? Who next?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pray tell me, Prefect!’ she wheedled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have already told you I know not myself, and, therefore, cannot + tell.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then I will—<span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic" + >I am going with you!</span + ></span + >’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The wily Prefect started back, and fairly opened his mouth in dumb + astonishment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What! You! Go to Capreae—with me!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia set her lips firmly and bowed gravely. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pooh! pooh! you are losing your wits!’ he said, with scornful + incredulity, and then he burst into laughter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She watched him calmly until he had finished. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am not going thither because I am unable to exist without you,’ + she remarked quietly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Certainly not; I should be the last to entertain such a mad + idea,’ he replied, with a satisfied laugh which belied his words. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, I am going because I wish to go, and because I will go: and + you, Aelius Sejanus, must contrive to convey me thither, openly or + in secret.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, openly would be, of course, the most sensible and politic + plan for me, as I am situated,’ he said ironically; and + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page112">[pg 112]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg112"></a>then he added sternly, + ‘What silly whim is this? It is impossible.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is possible and shall be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You mean to enslave Caesar with your charms. Ambition inspires + others, it seems, than myself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I care nothing for Caesar. As little for a foul old man in purple + as a foul old man in rags. I seek him not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would come to the same thing, sweet Plautia, were you to set + foot in the island, supposing you were able to do so; for you + would, most surely, arrive before the ruler of the world in the + end, willingly or unwillingly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That would be my business. I would take care of myself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph! You have done so hitherto, it is true; but then you have + had no difficulties to overcome. The pretty, autocratic ways of + Plautia have always been carefully humoured. If you will take my + advice, you will remain where you are, the queen of your own + domain, in Rome. If you step outside into the world,—into Capreae, + for instance, you may probably taste of a different experience.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am determined, in spite of all you say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be rational!’ said the Prefect, bending his brows impatiently. + ‘Should I be in my senses to appear before Livia and the Imperial + court with you at my heels?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are infatuated with the idea that I am chained and bound to + you,’ scoffed Plautia. ‘I have no more affection for your heels + than for any other individual’s. Give me only the assurance that I + shall not be hindered in my desire, and I shall not trouble you at + all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tiberius is never deaf to the voice of a lovely woman. Let me + tell him you want him, and there will be no more difficulty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No!’ returned Plautia doggedly, ‘I mean to land by myself, + quietly and unobserved, on the island.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The guards will prevent you,’ said Sejanus, with a scornful + smile, ‘or, rather, seize you, and hurry you before Caesar, and + there will be an end of your frolic. You will inevitably arrive at + this conclusion if you persist in your folly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I intend to persist.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! Then you may take your own way and the consequences + thereof. But, bear in mind, if you give cause + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page113">[pg 113]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg113"></a>for awakening any + suspicion to my detriment, you will rue the day you allowed + yourself to be possessed of this absurd fancy.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You may rest easy, if that comprises all your apprehensions,’ + answered Plautia composedly. ‘Disenchant yourself, as speedily as + possible, on the point of your supposed importance to me. Your + vanity is your weakest point. I will not meddle with you; for I + have no desire.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot dissuade you, then?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then tell me how you mean to proceed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whichever way you think best.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Prefect took a turn or two up and down the room, biting his + thumb-nail in deep cogitation. He scarcely knew whether to carry + matters with a high hand and flatly forbid the importunate lady. + He knew her determined nature and her energy, and was well aware + that she possessed sufficient knowledge to make herself extremely + troublesome, if she thought proper. At the same time, her + presence, along with himself, in the island of Capreae, where his + intended bride awaited him, was highly fraught with danger, on + account of the jealousy naturally to be expected on the part of + that princess, were the matter to come to her ears, as it was only + too possible it might, in that circumscribed domain. Perplexed as + he was, therefore, a sudden idea like an inspiration struck him + and filled him with satisfaction. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, carissime?’ quoth the watchful Plautia, as the rays of his + relief flooded his countenance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hush—hush, girl! That no longer!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, then?’ she asked jeeringly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing whatever. No more folly!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Agreed! You have thought of a plan. Tell it!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘When I choose my companions I can smuggle you under the wing of + one of them. It can easily be explained. You may perhaps be + obliged to set out at a different time; but that will matter + little.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing! When am I to be assured of this arrangement?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To-morrow you shall know all particulars. What more do you want + of me, for I am full of business? Nevertheless, you see how a + simple word from you brought me to your side.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page114">[pg 114]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg114"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I want nothing more. You are now free for your royal Livia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Free, but not forgotten—at least on my part.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Farewell, Prefect!’ said Plautia, waving her white hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For the last time, then,’ he said, laughingly catching it and + kissing it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To-morrow I shall hear from you without fail?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To-morrow most surely!’ he replied; and, wafting another kiss + with his hand, Sejanus left the room and hastened away. Entering + the neighbouring Subura, he sought a by-court out of the stream of + the bustling, main thoroughfares. It was narrow, tortuous, dirty, + and unsavoury. But little of the sky could be seen above; and the + denizens of the place were slovenly, dirty, half-dressed men and + women, slouching along, or lounging in knots. Any intruder of + respectable appearance into their haunt, encountered such a + cross-fire of baleful glances from these evil-eyed individuals, + whose lowering visages were plainly stamped with night and + enormity, that, being of timid nature, the visitor might well + breathe more freely, and be thankful when he reached a public + place once more. The Prefect, however, was of different mould, and + gave no heed to the scrutiny of the night-vultures whom he passed. + He paused before a door, at which he knocked. There was a + considerable delay, and only, when he had thundered two or three + times more, was a shuffling step heard within. The bolts were + drawn and the door opened slowly a couple of inches, just + sufficient to afford a glimpse of elf-locks, a withered skin, and + a pair of watery, glistening eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What want ye?’ asked a harsh, but yet a woman’s voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thy master, Tigellinus. Open quickly!’ said Sejanus roughly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, you must wait a little!’ answered the hideous doorkeeper, + proceeding to shut him out. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But the Prefect’s reply was a vigorous push, which nearly + overturned her, and brought him inside the passage, which was + strongly pervaded by the fumes of cooking. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old hag, staggering nearly to the ground, recovered herself + and rushed at him, giving vent to an angry scream, and showing a + formidable extension of her bony claws. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Away, you filthy harpy. Hideous crow!’ shouted Sejanus, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page115">[pg 115]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg115"></a>repulsing her with + another vigorous shove,—‘away and tell Tigellinus that Lars + Porsena awaits him from Etruria.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His imperious, as well as vigorous, manner cowed the old woman, + and she shuffled away into the gloom of the interior, grumbling + and muttering her suspicions. For the few moments which intervened + Sejanus paced the obscure passage, inhaling the odours of the + kitchen, to the disgust of his refined senses, and listening to + the distant bursts of chatter and laughter, of what seemed to be + female voices. A man made his appearance at length, and greeted + him with deference. He was young, and had swarthy and handsome + features. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have had the misfortune to disturb you at your dinner, worthy + Tigellinus,’ quoth the Prefect; ‘deny it not, for I can smell it + palpably. I also hear the merry voices of your happy family, from + which I have dragged you. I apologise!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do not, P—I mean Porsena,’ replied Tigellinus, ‘fifty dinners and + families are not to be compared to the privilege of your visit. + What can I do for you, noble sir?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In here and I will tell you,’ said Sejanus, and they entered a + small room. ‘When were you in Capreae last?’ inquired the Prefect, + with a lurking smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Three months ago,’ was the reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Would it be wise and politic for you to go again within a few + days?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am at present anxiously on the look-out for merchandise; the + Imperial connection is a business I would not readily lose.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A lady wishes to visit the island. I want you to escort her. You + understand?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perfectly; if it is to serve you, Prefect.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will serve me and yourself at the same time. To you also, who + are so fond of female society, she will be a most exquisite + companion, since she is one of the most beautiful women in Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That will be delightful. I await your instructions.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will come to me to-morrow at the fourth hour.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I will obey.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus took him by the arm and whispered in his ear. The eyes of + Tigellinus sparkled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, what think you?’ said the Prefect. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page116">[pg 116]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg116"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am astonished, bewildered, enraptured. It is mysterious and + glorious! Your lordship must tell me more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To-morrow, Tigellinus, to-morrow! Farewell! I need not warn you + to be secret.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus, thereupon, went swiftly away from the reeking abode, and + left the man Tigellinus in the doorway bowing to the ground. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page117">[pg 117]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg117"></a> <a id="toc24"></a + ><a id="pdf25"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XI.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the Centurion Martialis came to the rescue of the endangered + palanquin of Plautia, he was leisurely pursuing his way toward the + Janiculum, to redeem his promise given to Fabricius. The little + incident which befell him, as described, soon ceased to occupy his + mind. He reached the villa of Fabricius, and admired the + far-reaching prospect which it commanded—from the city, at its + foot, to the distant, circling Apennines. At the bare mention of + his name, Natta, the ancient porter, ushered him direct to the + presence of his master, with unmistakable signs of pleasure. The + visitor’s fame had evidently preceded him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius was in his winter room, whose windows overlooked a + pleasant garden, sheltered and shaded from the cold winds. The old + man scanned his visitor’s manly face and form with a swift eager + look; then he stepped forward and opened his arms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome to my house!’ said he, embracing the Centurion. ‘It + augurs well that you should have remembered an old man and + redeemed your promise. I have longed for your coming.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis my first leisure morning, Fabricius—you may see,’ answered + Martialis, touching his toga. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell me, Centurion,’ said Fabricius earnestly, ‘for your name, on + that unlucky night, seemed to awake old memories. I am a Latian + born, and my patrimony lies near to Casinum. There, in the old + days, when I was a lad, dwelt neighbours and old family friends of + thy name—tell me, then——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was born in Etruria, at Veii,’ said Martialis, with a smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said the old man disappointedly, ‘what led me to make up my + mind?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page118">[pg 118]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg118"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But my father, Caius Julius Martialis,’ continued the young man, + ‘first saw the light near to Casinum, as his forefathers did + before him for generations.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caius Martialis thy father!’ cried Fabricius, seizing the young + man’s hand with intense joy, ‘Caius thy father—he was my + playfellow, boy, in those happy, sunny days long ago! Together we + made the summer-day trips and climbed the hills; and then, while + yet a lad, I was sent to Rome and I saw him no more. And thou art + his son—thou, that didst save his old playfellow’s life—how my + heart warms to thee! I warrant thou art the living image of him, + though I never saw him in his manhood. But his boyish frame shaped + like thine—tall, spare, sinewy, and as strong as a young lion: and + what of him, Centurion; is he alive yet—tell me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dead these ten years,’ replied Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then I was not fated to see him again on this earth. We loved + each other as playfellows; but I shall not be long after him. I am + a lonely old man, who has outlived his time; thou wilt not forget + me for the little time that is left me to breathe and live? Ah, if + the gods had preserved me a son like thee!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The young man’s heart softened to see the mingled emotions which + swelled the stately Senator’s breast, and he heartily returned the + vigorous clasp of his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are yet hale and strong, and such a friend as I can be, I + hope to be, for many a year to come,’ he answered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The end cannot be far away now,’ said Fabricius, shaking his + head. ‘I stand in no fear of it, for in truth I have nothing left + to live for. The gods preserve thee from a solitary old age such + as mine. This gloomy house was once bright and happy enough; death + has reaped a rich harvest in its walls. One boy, Titus, came home + to die from wounds received from the barbarian in Pannonia; an + ill-fated galley, bearing another, foundered on its way to + Hispania; a third was yet a child when he left us. One girl + reached the most winsome years, when a malignant disease carried + her suddenly off and left us heartbroken; the last daughter lived + and was married, and died in giving birth to her first babe—my + only grandchild. That little maid, Centurion, was beauty and + sweetness itself; it was all that was left me—wife and children + all gone. She <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page119">[pg 119]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg119"></a>frisked about these + halls, lightening them like a sunbeam; she had begun to lisp our + names and prattle like the sweetest woodland music—ah me!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Died she too, Fabricius?’ asked Martialis, after a short pause. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know not whether she lives or is dead,’ muttered the old man; + ‘to me she is dead—fourteen years ago she vanished on one accursed + day, and no tidings of her have ever reached us since.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, that was too cruel!’ murmured the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Crueller perhaps than all, for I am harassed by the thought that + if she lives she may be groaning under cruel slavery or bondage, + which is worse than death. Time has dulled somewhat the smart of + this grievous thrust, but tongue cannot speak the anguish I have + known in my heart. As for the wretch who dealt me this last fell, + heartless stroke, let the gods deal with him and his. Treasure and + time I have lavished in vain search; and, doubtless, I have been + robbed through it all. Cunning people, knowing the old man’s + ever-green hopes, have worked upon his credulity. The other night + on the Aventine was an instance which would have probably cost me + my life but for your timely appearance. One of those very + villains, whom you scattered, came to me in this very room, with a + request from a supposed dying man, purporting to be the fiend who + had stolen away my little Aurelia. It was nothing but a cunning + tale to lead me into a trap—silly fools, they might have taken my + life, but little besides!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Had not my foot tripped, one of those same rascals would now have + been safe under lock and key awaiting his deserts,’ observed + Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I warrant it if your fingers had once closed upon him,’ replied + Fabricius, with an approving smile; ‘but it matters not much. It + is only another and more flagrant case of my infatuation, as my + nephew calls it. I shall fall under the lash of his tongue bravely + for it. But what, Centurion, if I give up hope, what need is there + of living?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘None.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And you, a young man, live vigorously, having copious hope. Ah, I + see!’ continued Fabricius, smiling, as he noted + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page120">[pg 120]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg120"></a>the ready colour tinging + the sunburnt cheek of the Pretorian, ‘as well as if your shaven + cheek had been the delicate red and white of a young girl. First + and foremost, at your age, is the hope which is rooted in + love—well, I shall know more when our friendship enlarges.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How old was your granddaughter when you lost her?’ inquired + Martialis hastily, coming back to the former subject of + conversation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How old! About three years,’ answered Fabricius, the smile fading + from his face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You would hardly recognise her, then, if fate brought you face to + face with her?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not know her! She is as fairly pictured in my mind, with her + bright silky locks and fawnlike eyes, as if I had only kissed her + last night ere she went to her little bed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But then fourteen years make a vast change. The woman of + seventeen obliterates the child of three—by what token could you + assure yourself beyond doubt?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Token—woman of seventeen!’ repeated Fabricius wonderingly, as + though a new light had struck upon his brain; ‘my little Aurelia a + woman of seventeen!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, truly, she must be, if alive,’ responded Martialis, regarding + him curiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old man rose from his seat and walked across the room and + back. Here was a problem as startling as it was simple, since, + strange to say, it had never by any chance been suggested to his + thoughts. His mind, up to this moment, had been thoroughly filled, + and absorbed to the exclusion of every other reflection, by the + picture of the ill-fated child as he had last seen her, say, + dancing about his room, or sporting with her ball in the garden, + as he passed out on a visit or a walk. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My little maid a woman of seventeen!’ he repeated again in a + bewildered manner. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not so strange as that you should expect to find her as she was,’ + observed Martialis; ‘stature increases, and form changes and + develops; eyes alter, and hair changes in hue with years.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is true,’ said Fabricius absently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well then, how would you prove her identity?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page121">[pg 121]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg121"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My heart would tell me!’ replied the other fervently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis shook his head gently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You cannot believe it—is not instinct unerring?’ cried Fabricius. + ‘It can lead a mother to choose her child after a woful gap of + years.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A mother maybe,’ said Martialis, doubtingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And, if I brought not the girl into the world, I tended her; I + was father and mother in one to her—she was my sole care and I + lived in her—yes, I should know her.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Heaven grant you may have the opportunity.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The subject then dropped, and Martialis was not sorry, for he saw + how painful it was to his host. To entertain his visitor Fabricius + then proceeded to show his house and his treasures of art, his + gardens and the noble prospect therefrom. His interest in his + young acquaintance and preserver seemed to quicken his vivacity + and cheerfulness in a wonderful degree, and he drew upon his + stores of knowledge and anecdote in a manner which delighted his + listener. The young soldier was easily led on, in this way, toward + the old man’s dinner-hour, and found himself duly partaking of a + meal more varied and splendidly served than was usual with his + host’s simple and solitary habits. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They had reclined at table but a few minutes when Afer was ushered + in, bearing on his face the signs of extreme solicitude. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Praise be to the gods, uncle!’ said he, stooping over the couch + and taking the old man in his arms; ‘praise be to the gods,—I find + you eating and cheerful, and so I know you have suffered little. + The murderous thieves! I have but just returned, and have come + straight from my house, when I was told of the treachery which had + befallen you. A fine thing, in truth, to happen to a citizen. Nay, + I will neither bite nor sup until you assure me you are no worse.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No worse, nephew; thanks to the Centurion there. I was only + stunned, and find I am tougher than I thought. Nephew, this is the + Centurion Martialis who befriended me—I have discovered also that + he is of Latian stock, and son of an old playfellow of Casinum. + Martialis, this is my nephew, Titus Afer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We are not totally unacquainted,’ said Afer, bowing coldly, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page122">[pg 122]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg122"></a>whilst the other + returned the salutation in silence; ‘I have the honour of knowing + his brother more intimately.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Brother! I never asked thee, Lucius, of any brothers or + sisters—tell me, then!’ interposed Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have one brother only.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The nearest friend and heir of Apicius, whom you have heard of, + uncle,’ said Afer; ‘he who spent his patrimony, and after dinner, + t’other day, poisoned himself because his treasure-chest was + empty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I heard something of a tale—Natta told me, I think. If I mistake + not, nephew, it was there you dined only a few days ago?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I witnessed the whole affair; the Centurion’s brother was left as + chief mourner, and, I understand, what remains of the wealth of + Apicius goes entirely to compensate him for his long devotion. But + the Centurion knows better than I how the matter lies—perhaps + brotherly affection has divided the generosity of Apicius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For that information I must refer you to the same source whence + you derived the other,’ replied Martialis coldly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is what neither belongs to me nor to thee, nephew,’ said + Fabricius. ‘You will make me know your brother at the first + opportunity, Centurion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ask him to dine with you, uncle; but you will have to provide him + with a more artistic banquet, in order to give him an opportunity + of proving his critical powers. Caius Martialis, the Centurion’s + brother, is well known for his perfect knowledge of the elegant + arts and pleasures of life. No one disputes his dictum as to the + beauty of a woman, or the flavour of a dish, or the fold of a + garment—especially feminine,—or the business of the bath, the + action of a player, the knowledge of the midnight city—the whole + delicate art, in fact, of sustaining a continuous and uniform + course of pleasure, without rushing into undue excess, or + relapsing into ennui. His acquaintance is a privilege, uncle, and + you will find it so.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I prefer that my host should judge for himself of the character + of my brother, rather than accept it from your lips,’ said + Martialis, with the hot blood tingling in his veins at the + sneering tones and curling lip of the speaker. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That has ever been my custom, Centurion, and there is + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page123">[pg 123]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg123"></a>no reason why I should + alter it in this case,’ interposed Fabricius. ‘Take your place, + nephew—eat and drink, and tell me how the time has gone with you + since you went away.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, uncle, your turn before mine—I am burning to hear an account + of this adventure. How came you, in Heaven’s name, to be on the + Aventine at that time of night?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight, as he spoke, took his place on the couch opposite + Martialis. The sinister glance of his eyes met the gaze of the + latter, and declared inevitable war. The slaves hastened to serve + him, and, whilst he proceeded to eat, Fabricius related the + circumstances of his night’s adventure, not forgetting, most + particularly, to allude to the services of his deliverer, who, + straightway, began to wish that all recollection of the affair + might be buried in the sea. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is very well, good uncle, you got out of the trap as you did,’ + observed Afer at the conclusion; ‘this, I trust, is the last phase + of your credulity and infatuation—this, I humbly think, will act + as a salutary corrective, and effect what no reason or words of + mine could do. As for the Centurion, had he been a school-lad + appearing on the scene, he would have been sufficient, at that + critical point, to have startled and routed the ruffians from + their task, like so many rabbits. I trust, Centurion, you received + no hurt in your encounter with the vagabonds, when, like a + Patroclus, you bestrode the prostrate body of my uncle?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I neither bestrode my host, nor drew a sword, nor even clenched + my fist,’ answered Martialis calmly, though inwardly fuming with + anger. ‘I did nothing whereby I can claim the credit or praise + which my host persists in awarding to me against my will.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nor even with your troopers to lay hands on one or more of the + vagabonds?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nor even with my troopers lay hands on a single one of them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I crave pardon, Centurion, for the thoughtless question,’ said + Afer mockingly; ‘I ought to have known better than to suppose that + Imperial Pretorians would stoop to act as common city police.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You labour under a wrong impression of the cohorts to which I + have the honour to belong,’ returned Martialis, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page124">[pg 124]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg124"></a>with less command over + the tone of his voice. ‘If I know anything about them, I should + say they are as ready as any to frustrate rascality and bring it + to account, whenever it lies in their power.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hark ye! nephew,’ interposed Fabricius sternly, ‘whether you rose + this morning in an ill-humour or not, I cannot tell, but I must + have no snapping tongue to break good-fellowship here—let us + finish our meal as it was begun, in peace and pleasantness, I + pray. There is little I would not part with, rather than Martialis + should associate anything disagreeable with his first visit here. + He has done me a service, which it may please him to disparage and + you to decry—enough! My old playmate has suddenly and unexpectedly + returned in the person of his son; for that, if for nothing else, + I seek his good opinion of all about me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I apologise for having been so foolish as to offend you, uncle,’ + said Afer, with a barely perceptible shrug of his shoulders; ‘I + was, in truth, only jesting. Centurion, I have the honour of + drinking to your health!’ he added, with an accompanying look + which mocked the courteousness of his voice. The Pretorian coldly + returned the compliment, scarcely trusting his tongue to speak, + for fear of the scorn and dislike which filled him. Fabricius + nodded approvingly, and Afer continued, ‘And now, uncle, to the + news of our great Prefect—or, perhaps, your friend, the Centurion, + has already told, you? No—I am glad, then, to be the first to + inform you. Sejanus is the accepted son-in-law of Caesar, and goes + forthwith to Capreae to claim his bride.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ quoth Fabricius quietly, ‘he creeps up the ladder apace; but + these matters interest me not. Time was when I would have paid it + more heed, but now I live apart, and allow consuls and pretors and + the like to pass on, almost unheeded—with all respect to your + commander, Lucius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I understand you accompany him on his pleasant expedition, + Centurion?’ said Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As a most intimate friend of the Prefect, you have, no doubt, + been already acquainted with most, or all, of his arrangements,’ + answered the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What—you going?’ observed Fabricius, with a disappointed air; + ‘when then will you return?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page125">[pg 125]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg125"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot tell you, Fabricius. Your nephew will, most probably, + know more than myself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Indeed, uncle, my knowledge is overrated,’ responded Afer; ‘but, + if you will take the opportunity, you will commission your + preserver to bring you, when he does return, some pottery ware + from the adjacent Surrentum—it is a town famed for its excellence + in this manufacture, is it not, Centurion?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The glance and the sneer of the speaker were malicious enough, + whilst the cheeks of the young soldier flushed deeply at the + allusion. The swift eyes of his host drank all in; he had already + gathered sufficient to see that his guests were not altogether so + ignorant of each other and each other’s affairs as he had at first + supposed. The mounting colour on the Pretorian’s face, as well as + the flash of his dark eyes, denoted that his nephew’s last words, + from some reason, had proved as disagreeable as his former + remarks. It became evident, also, that they were designedly so; + and, therefore, without waiting for any reply, he proceeded + quietly to discourse upon the artistic merits of pottery in + general, with the fluency of a critic familiar with his subject. + Afer, as a man of elegant taste in matters of art, was led into + the discussion, which lasted for some time, during which the + Centurion sat silent, lending only fitful attention to the + conversation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The subject had no charm for him, and his mind rankled with the + irritating bearing of the man opposite. His last allusion + astonished him not a little, inasmuch as the pointed manner of its + delivery revealed to him the knight’s knowledge of his connection + with Surrentum; but, after the potter’s communication to the + Prefect, the matter would easily and naturally filter to the ear + of the confidant, Domitius Afer. Nevertheless, the blood burned in + his veins and flamed in his cheeks when his mind, so sensitive on + this question, tortured itself by imagining how the loose and + irreverent tongues of his commander and the sneering individual + across the table, had, doubtless, amused themselves with the + purest and most delicate feeling his heart could know. This + thought added to the disgust and fierce hostility which bubbled in + his breast, on account of the nephew of Fabricius, for whose + disagreeable manner he was able to ascribe no reason, except + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page126">[pg 126]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg126"></a>a paltry feeling of + spite and envy. But even these distempered reflections gave way to + the soothing and delightful contemplation of his speedy removal to + the immediate neighbourhood of his beloved; and, in an interval of + these self-communings, he became aware that the dialogue upon the + merits of artistic ware was flagging and moribund. The pleasure of + his visit had long departed, and he seized the opportunity of + taking his leave. Rising, therefore, he pleaded the exigency of + some camp regulation, and Fabricius left his seat also, to escort + his guest to the porch. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My nephew has not made himself altogether agreeable to you,’ said + the latter, as they stood hand in hand ere they parted; ‘something + has probably tried his humour ere he came; but you will not allow + that to militate between us twain. You can afford to pass over his + whims, for they are not worth your serious thought.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Easily!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are going to Capreae—I have one thing to say to you. Formerly + I busied myself in matters of state, though I have long retired + therefrom. But I still live here above the city; and I have yet a + few friends of high influence and large information in that busy + hive of toil, ambition, and passion down there; therefore, it is + impossible that I can exist without knowing something of what is + passing. I have watched the course of your Prefect Sejanus. He + goes to become the Emperor’s son-in-law; such honour and elevation + would satisfy an ordinary man’s ambition, but not his. I know him + not personally, though the general whisper of public opinion + seldom errs; but Tiberius Caesar I have known thoroughly of old. + Strange and noisome tales of his island dwelling are, even now, + wandering through Rome like fitful, noxious night-airs. You may + possibly be better acquainted with this than I, and I trust they + may never infect you. But apart from this, I would bid a man + beware of Tiberius Caesar. His intellect is strong and clear, and + his energy unfailing. A tiger is not more ruthless—the deep ocean + is not more dark, mysterious, and subtle than his nature; and his + suspicions are clothed with the eyes of an Argus and the tentacles + of a polypus. I pity a man, from a Prefect to a slave, who jars + upon them. Take the advice of an old man, not inexperienced, and + have the greatest care to let your action + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page127">[pg 127]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg127"></a>be bounded scrupulously + by the duties of your military office. Do not be tempted beyond + them by any one. Remember that while you obey the Prefect there is + yet one above all to whom you owe allegiance—Caesar himself. If + there be those who choose to underrate his power, leave them alone + to their folly. If events follow the course I anticipate for them, + you will, perhaps, at some time, be thankful, that you allowed + nothing to tempt you beyond the limits of your Centurionship. Obey + your legitimate orders and seek to know nothing more. You are a + soldier; remain one, and beware of adding the trade of + politician—at the present time. A volcano may burst beneath our + feet before long. You will ponder on my advice, boy?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fear not,’ replied Martialis; ‘I am in no hurry to change my + occupation. I prefer a sword to a pen. I have plenty to do without + loading myself with politics.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes; Mars was in the habit of relieving his gory business with + softer pursuits,’ said the old man, smiling gently. ‘Success in + both. Farewell. I shall await your return with impatience, for I + yearn to make a son of you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the Centurion arrived at his quarters in the camp he found + two strange slaves awaiting him with weary looks. One of them bore + something in his hands covered with a cloth of gold; the other + presented him with dainty small tablets, which he opened and read + as follows:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-left: 3.6em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘Plautia sends the Centurion Martialis a very trifling + acknowledgment of the ready service which his strong arm + rendered her in the Subura this morning, and begs him to accept + it. She also prays him to honour her by supping in her poor + house on the morrow. Let not the unhappy slaves bring back an + unfavourable answer.’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The great and ready service had almost passed from the young + soldier’s mind and his lip curled. As he hesitated, the slave who + bore the gift held it forward and lifted the covering. A small, + carved, myrrhine drinking-cup was disclosed; it was a gem of + exquisite workmanship, as even he was able to see, though he had + but small critical knowledge of such matters. Had the offering + been ostentatious, he would have refused it at once. As it was the + affair was sufficiently ridiculous in his eyes, and he doubted for + a few moments. Then he bade + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page128">[pg 128]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg128"></a>the slave go and set it + down somewhere, whilst he sat to write a reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His literary style was plain, blunt, and unstudied, and took the + following laconic form:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘Centurion Martialis keeps Plautia’s gift, lest he should + offend her by sending it back. She overrates the affair in the + Subura; but if she can remember the house of her brother and the + gold cup, she may consider that the writer has discharged a part + of his debt.’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As to the invitation to supper, he did not trouble to mention it, + but despatched a negative message by the slaves. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To say that he did not feel flattered by the evident interest of a + beautiful woman, would be to say that he was beyond human + feelings; but the impression, although gratifying, was fleeting, + and the brilliant loveliness of the Roman damsel soon fled before + a more familiar picture which arose, ever ready, to his thoughts. + </p> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 5em; margin-bottom: 5em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page129">[pg 129]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg129"></a> <a id="toc26"></a + ><a id="pdf27"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 3.46em; + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">PART II</span> + </h1> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page130">[pg 130]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg130"></a> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page131">[pg 131]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg131"></a> <a id="toc28"></a + ><a id="pdf29"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER I.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whatsoever change may have been wrought in the rugged isle of + Capreae by the neglect, or the hand, of man, during the long ages + since the days of Imperial fame and favour, we can be sure, as we + survey the sea-girt spot from one of its rocky eminences, that we + look upon the same outlines and formation of nature as met the + eyes of humble fisherman and jaded patrician of antiquity. A + low-lying sandy shore appears and disappears in the lapse of + centuries. What was once a sandy strand, worn by the waves, grated + by the keels of ships, and pressed by the busy feet of citizens a + thousand years ago, is now, perhaps, an inland region of + cultivated fields lying around a sleepy town. What was once a + green plain, ages ago, is now the sandy bottom of a waste of + waters. But the rocky face of Capreae is unchanged and changeless. + Its flinty cliffs rise sheer from the blue sea; beaten by the + waves, but imperishable. At their feet are the natural caves and + grottoes which have been discovered from time to time in modern + days, and pointed out as marvels, when lo! on inspection, they are + found to have been better known and more frequented in the olden + time. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There, starting out of the sea, lie, in a row, three huge detached + crags, as if they had been torn from the cliffs and hurled + beneath—abrupt, impregnable, immutable, as in the day when they + saw the ships of the fabled Aeneas sail by on their way to found a + mighty empire. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + What an ephemeral existence to theirs was that of the Pharos which + once stood adjacent, and, nightly, cast a gleam from its lofty + lantern upon their jagged tops, maybe for a long space of + generations! + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + And, see, on the summit of one of them rest the remains + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page132">[pg 132]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg132"></a>of a Roman tomb, which + arouse strange wonderings as to the being of antiquity whose + spirit desired such an isolated, inviolable spot for a last + resting-place! + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On the summits of the hills, in the valleys, even under the + pellucid water of the marge, are yet remaining the traces of the + magnificence which sprang at the Imperial nod to adorn this lovely + island, in the period when the Caesars sought it as a secluded + residence. The traces are but small of the much that is known to + have once been; but, as the eye roves from one elevation to + another, over the luxuriant gardens, vineyards, and orange + plantations which carpet the valleys and clothe the terraced + slopes, we can picture to our imaginations the palaces and groves + of Imperial luxury, and, if tradition speak truth, of Imperial + vice. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page133">[pg 133]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg133"></a> <a id="toc30"></a + ><a id="pdf31"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER II.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A few weeks subsequent to the last related circumstances of our + story, Domitius Afer, with nothing better to occupy his time, on a + certain afternoon, indulged an inclination for gentle exercise and + solitary reflection, and took his meditative way up the gradual + ascent which led to the eastern cliffs of the island of Capreae. + The highest elevation at this end of the island is the extreme + north-eastern promontory. Thereon stood an extensive villa of the + Emperor, which formed, for the most part, his favourite residence. + The suspicious nature of Tiberius had not deemed its erection + complete and satisfactory until it had been surrounded by what an + ordinary observer might have deemed the superfluity of a strong + fortification. It stood there in all the glory of its new, + gleaming, white masonry—a pile wellnigh impregnable to anything + but starvation, surveying island and sea and mainland for leagues, + with the waves roaring a thousand feet below around the base of + the perpendicular cliffs. This residence bore the name of the + villa of Jove, and, although it claimed preference, on account of + the magnificent prospect which it enjoyed, together with the + natural strength of its position, it was only one of some dozen + which had arisen at the Emperor’s bidding, or were building, in + various parts of the island, each of them named after a deity. + Thus the ruler of the world was enabled to change his abode + according to his whim, or oftener, perhaps, to the workings of his + subtle, mistrustful spirit. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Leaving this favoured retreat of the Emperor on his left hand, the + knight went some distance further along the brow of the cliffs, + and wrapping his cloak closer around him, he sat down in a nook of + the limestone cliffs in order to indulge + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page134">[pg 134]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg134"></a>more fully in a fit of + abstraction. The scene, which was displayed before him, has + excited the raptures of gazers of all ages. But it was the better + fortune of those of antiquity to be able to see it at its + brightest, when its natural loveliness was embellished by the + citizens of an empire in the fulness of its power and wealth, and + ere a most melancholy-famous eruption of nature had cruelly + defaced it for ever. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So precipitous were the cliffs upon which the feet of the Roman + knight rested, that a stone, flung from beside him, would have + dropped plumb into the waters below. Thence, from this point of + vantage, the delighted eye drank in the matchless panorama which + circled before it under the clearest of skies. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Far on the extreme left, out of the blue waters, glimmered the + green isle of Aenaria, some sixteen miles away, together with the + low-lying islet of Prochyta. Scarcely severed from the latter, + rose the famous promontory of Misenum, harbouring an Imperial + fleet, and crowned by a Lucullan villa, ere long the death-scene + of its Imperial owner. Baiae nestled close by, on the lovely inlet + which dented the palace-covered shore. After which Puteoli, the + queen of commerce, the focus of the foreign-going galleys—one of + the most frequented doors of Rome, with its mole, and its docks, + and busy quays. Then Neapolis, in the centre of the semicircle, + and, still nigher round the curving shore, the vine-clad slopes of + high Vesuvius, with ill-fated Herculaneum and Pompeii resting at + its foot, on the brim of the sparkling waters. Surrentum, in the + green nook of its sheltering hills, lay hid, but its cape, + reaching out to within three miles of our island, forms the + southern horn of the crescent. The peaceful mountain in the midst, + so luxuriant with verdure, as yet gave no sign of the blot of + awful desolation with which it was about to mar for posterity the + loveliest prospect in nature. Not as now, but from end to end, a + continuous belt of buildings circumscribed the bay; for this + enchanting strand was the favoured region for the retirement and + residence of the wealthy. Villa upon villa, in thick profusion, + sustained the line between village and town, until it seemed as if + it were an unbroken city which gleamed so white along the circuit + of the lustrous Campanian shore. Turning again to the right hand + was expanded the less lovely + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page135">[pg 135]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg135"></a>Gulf of Paestum, with + the city of the roses itself lying on its edge, far away on the + opposite side. Behind the knight lay the valley of Capreae, rich + and green, and shut in by a mountain barrier from the other half + of the island, which was a high table-land sloping towards the + north-west. Conical hills, + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">taurubulae</span></span + >, as they were called, rose from this valley on either hand, + crowned with buildings and clothed with foliage; whilst in the + midst, which was the neck of the island, nestled a little town. + Yet even this part, the lowest point, and saddle-seat, as it were, + was high above the sea; and steep descents, to the north and + south, led down on either coast to the only two practicable + landings the precipitous shores possessed. Thus it may be seen how + secluded and safe from intrusion this isolated spot of only eleven + miles in circumference could be maintained. Scarcely could a man, + had he the choice of the world, pitch upon such another place, + where he could revel so peacefully in the beauties which nature + had so lavishly clustered around, under a climate so equable and + genial, as to render mere existence delicious. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But the sensations caused by such a prospect are rather for the + breast of the stranger of a northern clime than for our Roman + Afer, for whom life-long familiarity with the scenes described had + blunted his appreciation of their beauty. Although his glance + appeared to be earnestly fixed upon the opposing shore across the + strait, his eyes retained that far-away expression which is + produced by absorbing thought. There was sufficient within the + narrow limits of the island at his back to occupy his thoughts, as + it did those of the whole political world. For, in the palaces + which gleamed on the summits of the hills or amid the groves of + that insular retreat, were the persons of the despot himself, + whose touch ruled the world; of the all-powerful, ambitious + Prefect, who, as it was darkly hinted, ruled his master—as well as + others of blood royal, whose youth and close affinity with Caesar + rendered them the objects of a too jealous care. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But to these the mind of the knight did not at present pay any + heed. His thoughts were running back to the villa on the Janiculum + overlooking Rome, and were recalling the circumstances recorded in + a previous chapter. The strong interest displayed by his uncle in + the young Centurion gave + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page136">[pg 136]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg136"></a>him many a moment of + uneasy mistrust. Not willing to allow the smallest communication + to pass unobserved, if his jealous watchfulness could avoid it, he + had stolen after the new-made friends towards the porch, and had + there overheard the parting words of the aged host to his guest: + ‘I shall await your return in impatience, for I long to make a son + of you.’ They rang in his ears with discomforting freshness, and + his face grew darker the more he pondered on them. They had been + made in a generous impulse of courtesy and gratitude, he argued. + It was absurd to take them literally, even though the meddlesome + Pretorian had proved to be the son of an old playmate. Thus the + knight proceeded, as he had often done before, in trying to soothe + himself; but the logic of his arguments failed to entirely satisfy + his apprehensive nature. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Old men take strange whims,’ he communed with himself, though + without unclosing his thin lips even on that lonesome crag. ‘But + then I have nothing to fear, being the only living kinsman of my + worthy uncle, whose conscientious rectitude would never allow him + to play false with his lawful heir, especially when that heir has + been so dutiful!’—this was a favourite joke, and his lips curved + slightly. ‘But for that cursed bungler Cestus, I might have been + at this present hour in the serene enjoyment of my rights, instead + of biting my nails in a daily worry. Well, at least, it afforded + one happy stroke of genius, which rid me, at a single thrust, of a + cunning beast, whose knowledge has robbed me of at least five + years of my life on the score of anxiety. + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="grc" xml:lang="grc" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Euge</span></span + >, it was well done! and it was a deed which had to be faced, + sooner or later, for it was impossible that both could live + without something of the kind happening. Let me be thankful; for + if the ill performance of the business of that night led to + confusion in one way, it led to an unpremeditated conclusion in + another, equally as good. I am rid of the past—it concerns me no + more; but of the future—pah, it worries! I am too scrupulous, too + patient, too long-suffering! There are more obvious affairs + bungled through and winked at in Rome every day. Meanwhile, I must + watch my gay young Centurion, and do him a good turn at the first + chance I have.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + These and a hundred other thoughts floated through the brain of + the knight; when, as he sat, a coasting vessel, which + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page137">[pg 137]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg137"></a>had been approaching + from the northward, attracted his attention. It came on, running + before the wind, with its large square sail set full; but, from + the great elevation at which the knight sat, it looked like a + small insect struggling through the waves. He regarded it in a + listless kind of way as it went by through the straits between the + island and the mainland, but, when he saw it heave up in the wind, + as if to bring to under the lee of the southern side of the + island, he increased his attention to its movements at the expense + of his meditations. The well-braced up sail of the galley began to + shake and flap as it lost the wind under the cliffs, and it was + then hauled down and the sweeps run out. The vessel, whatever its + business, was, therefore, bent on making a port on the south side + of the island. This was calculated to increase curiosity, inasmuch + as it had passed the northern and customary landing-place, to, + apparently, make use of the other, which was comparatively unused, + and, in the present case, more undesirable in every way. At this + moment, as he was trying to account for the cause, he heard the + sound of voices approaching. Glancing round the corner of the + large boulder which formed his shelter, he perceived two men + hurrying from the direction of the villa, previously described, + toward the south. One he intuitively recognised as Martialis, our + Centurion, of whom his thoughts were so unpleasantly full. From + the rapid pace and the attention which the pair seemed to bestow + upon the approaching galley below, Afer concluded that they were + proceeding down to the southern landing-place, to watch the + movements of the vessel, in accordance with the severe and + rigorous guard which was kept over the Emperor’s island home. A + few words, overheard as they passed, at a very short distance from + him, confirmed this conjecture. The natural bent of his + inclination to know as much as possible of what was going on + around him was in the greatest measure stimulated by the monotony + of island life. The growing sharpness of the evening air, + moreover, prompted action, so he rose and followed in the same + direction, as soon as he could do so without being observed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The night shades were falling, and objects were beginning to wear + an indistinct and uncertain shape. The Campanian shores were + already dim, but the mountains behind heaved in dark purple masses + against the clear heavens. The valley of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page138">[pg 138]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg138"></a>Capreae lay in the dusk + of its groves, backed by the clear-cut, towering peak of the + island mountain, over which hung the slender crescent of a young + silver moon in the luminous flush of the western sky. The faint, + wan rays of the satellite rendered the light only more ghostly and + uncertain, save on the uplifted summit of the cliffs, where the + white masonry of the villa Jovis gleamed with a pale illumination. + Following the footsteps of Martialis and his companion, Afer, with + scarcely less rapid step, soon quitted the cliffs, and, after + crossing a small valley, arrived at the foot of one of those + conical hills before mentioned. Skirting the base of this, he came + out upon an elevation, wherefrom he could see to which point the + vessel was tending. Having satisfied himself on this point, that + she was undoubtedly making for the landing-place below, he once + more made his devious and steep, not to say difficult, way down to + the rocky strand. He debouched at last, by a zigzag flight of + steps cut out of the rock, upon a little strip of stony beach, + encumbered by large boulders, of which one or two were fragments + of huge dimensions. To the westward loomed the large forms of the + three detached rocks lying in the sea, one beyond the other, like + gigantic stepping-stones, and passing now by these the knight + observed the slowly approaching galley. It was as much as he was + able to do, for the gloom was fast merging into darkness. Several + fishing-boats were drawn up on the pebbly beach, and, at the foot + of the steps, a portion of rock had been excavated and turned into + a shelter-house, or coastguard station. In the dark shadow of this + Afer noticed, as he expected, the forms of some watchers, and as + he was already sufficiently near to hear and see all that + occurred, he quietly arrested his steps, and refrained from + subjecting himself to an inquisitive scrutiny. The watchers + awaited in silence, broken only by whispers, and listened to the + slow measured clank of the sweeps which sounded across the calm + water from the approaching galley. She came tolerably close in + shore, and forged ahead past their lurking-place for some + distance. Then the strokes of the cumbersome oars ceased, and the + tones of a voice in command came over the water. The hollow plunge + of an anchor immediately followed, and all dropped into silence + for a time. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The watchers now left their shelter, and went forward along + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page139">[pg 139]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg139"></a>the beach. Arriving at a + small creek, at the base of one of the large boulders before + described, they halted, and once again clustered in the shade. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A rattling on board the galley, followed by a splash, struck their + ears, and in a few minutes more, the proof of the justness of + their dispositions appeared, in the shape of a small boat, + directed with vigorous strokes toward their station. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Gently! just to the left of that biggest rock, and you can run us + ashore,’ said a voice in the boat. Under this guidance the oarsman + sent the keel of the little bark grating on the pebbles. ‘So,’ + uttered the voice again, ‘that is perfection; and now we will go + on shore, and you will not be sorry, I warrant, lady.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A man leaped on land, and then helped two female forms to follow. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When they were quite clear of the boat they found themselves + surrounded by the party which had been awaiting them. The masked + lanterns which the latter carried were uncovered, and cast a + stream of light upon the features of the new arrivals. The two + females, closely hooded, shrank away, with sudden fear to still + further hide their faces; but the man was heard to laugh behind + his cloak, which he had raised before his features. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are amused,’ said Martialis, who was the foremost of the + guard. ‘Who are you, and why are you here?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At the sound of his voice, one of the muffled females started and + swerved, so as to obtain a glance at the speaker, whilst, at the + same time, her male companion dropped his cloak, and disclosed the + handsome, swarthy, and smiling features of Tigellinus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + An expression of disgust crossed the face of his questioner. A + murmur and a slight laugh broke from his comrades. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A fair night to you, Centurion,’ answered Tigellinus; ‘I thought + the shadow of that rock would hold some of you—it usually does. + But you are not so well acquainted with me as some of the regular + folk of the island.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A misfortune for me, doubtless,’ responded Martialis. ‘You have + authority, I believe, to come and go at will?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Quite right, Centurion, I have,—as well as for whatever + merchandise I can bring along with me. I go at once to my + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page140">[pg 140]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg140"></a>royal patron to offer + what I have for his approval. I am afraid I must rob you of one of + your men, Centurion, to go on an errand to the villa Jovis; I am + sorry, but it is for Caesar’s sake, whom we must all obey. Had I + been going thither myself direct, I might have spared the legs of + some one else, but, you see, I have to look after the wellbeing of + my two friends here.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The men are there at your service. You need not be at so much + pains to excuse the trouble you feel called upon to give,’ said + Martialis, with a frown at the man’s impertinence and vulgar + assumption of importance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks, Centurion, much,’ responded Tigellinus; ‘then, with your + kind permission, I will ask my good friend Rufus, whom I see + there, to go on my errand.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Singling out a certain man from amongst the guard, he took him + aside and imparted his injunctions. The man departed, and + Tigellinus turned round and said: ‘In which palace does Caesar + rest at present, Centurion?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the villa of Neptune,’ returned Martialis briefly, turning to + leave the shore. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The villa of Neptune!’ echoed the other, with a grimace. ‘Just my + luck! Of course, when I come on shore, I must needs find my patron + in the furthest corner of the island, at the far end of the most + toilsome path—humph! And the Prefect, the mighty Sejanus, your + commander, Centurion?—Proud-stomached puppy!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The last expression was not applied to the dreaded Prefect, but, + in an undertone, to the contemptuous back which the young officer + had abruptly turned upon him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis the pampered creature of the pampered master,’ he muttered + sneeringly to himself, ‘but there is a day in store for them, or I + am mistaken. Tell me then quickly, where is the Prefect lodging in + this island of palaces? with which of the gods does he at present + reside, if the Caesar lives with Neptune?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This last question, loudly asked, was answered by one of the + coastguard men, to the effect that the Prefect was housed, with + his retinue, in the villa dedicated to Mercury, which stood on the + hill, on the north side, overlooking the town and the Marina. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take us not to the Mercury of the Prefect, nor yet the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page141">[pg 141]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg141"></a>Neptune of Caesar,’ said + the guarded voice of one of the heavily-shrouded females, in his + ear; ‘but to the lares and penates of some humble and obscure + islander, where we may rest unnoticed and secure.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If that be your wish, noble lady, you had better retire at once + into one of the grottoes of the cliffs,’ replied Tigellinus, ‘for + on this mite of an island everything is known; and one cannot hope + to live on its face and remain secret. This is not Rome, but a + tiny spot, where want of occupation renders everybody and their + business the concern of everybody else. It is a strange place, and + one not lightly to be meddled with, as no doubt you will discover + before you are quit of it, my lady.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The merchant, or whatever he was, gave a laugh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Spare your remarks, and do as I bid you,’ said Plautia, for it + was no other than she, who, together with a slave, had thus + carried out her intention of visiting Capreae; ‘you know to whom + you are answerable for my safe and secret conveyance to this + spot.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perfectly well, noble Plau——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Silence; you have already said sufficient, and it is unnecessary + for your lips to speak my name at any time—still less in this + spot. Come, let us dally here no longer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will but give a few directions to these fellows concerning the + landing of my merchandise to-night, and then I will proceed with + you speedily.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Stepping up to one of the coastguards, he spent a minute in + conversation. Then he intimated he was ready, and proceeded up the + steps before described, followed by the adventurous lady and her + maid. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + No item of all this scene escaped the keen senses of Afer, who had + varied his position in accordance with the circumstances. Every + outspoken word he had heard, and whatever the furtive flash of the + lanterns had revealed, he had duly observed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Surprised with what he had witnessed, and still more puzzled to + account for such an unexpected visitor, he lost no time in + following up the path taken by the females and their escort. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I might have known that yon galley bore something + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page142">[pg 142]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg142"></a>strange about her,’ he + murmured to himself as he went along, ‘but for the fair Plautia to + skip ashore on the sly in Capreae, was a thing undreamt of. What + brings her here? She comes in brave company, however, and she + seems to know it; but whether she is here on Caesar’s account, or + the Prefect’s, or her own, remains to be seen. The presence of the + worthy Tigellinus seems to smack of Tiberius. Sejanus would hardly + risk his billing and cooing with his royal sweetheart by such a + presence. But, whatever be the reason, she seems to agree + wonderfully with the arrangement. Time will soon show everything.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Having climbed up to the level road above, a very few minutes + brought them upon the verge of the little town of Capreae, when + Tigellinus swerved to the left, which caused them to avoid the + houses. This turn led them once more back to the south shore, or + rather to the steep cliffs which formed the coast-line. Tigellinus + proceeded to the extreme edge, where they came suddenly upon a + low, flat-roofed house, flanked by fruit-trees and gardens, and + nestling behind a face of the hill which rose up behind it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After a sharp knock, the self-designated merchant entered the + house, followed by the two females. The knight, who dogged their + steps, waited, and when, after a lapse of a few minutes, + Tigellinus came out alone, and went rapidly past him in the gloom, + he also wended his way toward the town, where he had his lodging. + ‘A very snug retreat, and now I suppose the jackal is off to the + lion,’ he said. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page143">[pg 143]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg143"></a> <a id="toc32"></a + ><a id="pdf33"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER III.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer’s idea with regard to the movements of the jackal, as he + termed him, was shrewdly correct, for Tigellinus bent his steps + without further delay towards the villa of Neptune. The path was + far from being an easy one. There was the high mountain barrier + towering above him and separating him from the table-land, which + sloped towards the north-west, upon the furthest verge of which + the villa of the Emperor rested. He, therefore, decided to shift + part of the burden of his toil upon some other shoulders. For that + purpose he passed through the town and descended to the Marina + proper on the north side, where he commanded a boatman to row him + to his destination. His word seemed to carry as much authority + with the fisherman as with the coastguard, since he was obeyed, + although with some amount of grumbling on account of the + unseasonable darkness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Within an hour’s row the boatman pulled into land and deposited + his passenger on a small ledge chiselled out of the rock. + Therefrom Tigellinus ascended a flight of steps to the level + ground above, where, nigh at hand, loomed the walls of the villa + Neptune. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In the rear of the palace were its gardens surrounded by a wall. + Tigellinus, evidently familiar with the premises, went straight to + a small side door therein, where he received a sharp summons to + halt, from a sentinel who paced in front fully armed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, Siccius, not know an old friend?’ quoth Tigellinus, with a + laugh; ‘or must I show my signet?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ho! ho!’ replied the soldier, peering close; ‘here again! Where + have you dropped from? You come on one, all of a sudden, out of + the darkness, like a ghost. Have you flown or swum?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page144">[pg 144]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg144"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neither, Siccius. How are things with you all in the island?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pretty well; a trifle more bustle and stir since the Prefect + came. He is going to be the son-in-law of Tiberius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, ay! that grows stale, but do you happen to know how Caesar’s + humour runs this evening?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have heard no complaint, and if the weather is foul it spreads, + as a rule, pretty fast.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good, then I will go in. Good-night, Siccius!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We shall see you later on,’ pleaded the sentinel, ‘to tell us the + talk and the news of Rome—sweet Rome?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It depends; if I can I will,’ returned Tigellinus, going inside + the door. Passing through the gardens he reached a long and lofty + portico of two stories, from which two or three doors opened. Two + more sentinels were on guard here, underneath the portico, but + perceiving who the visitor was, they merely exchanged a few + whispered words with him. Tigellinus chose one of the entrances + which led him into a narrow passage, thence into a court, open to + the sky, and surrounded by offices. The kitchen, in one corner, + with its blazing fires, the adjacent servants’ hall, as well as + other open doors, threw their stream of light into the central + space, in aid of the various torches which were stuck around the + walls. To and fro across this court busy slaves passed and + repassed in the execution of their duties. Others, free for the + time from responsibility, were assembled in the servants’ hall, + full of laugh and chatter. The cooks were resting from their + labours beside their fires, amid the yet uncleared disorder of + their apparatus, and, together with a company of equally idle + scullions and waiting slaves, were busily and pleasantly engaged + in nibbling at the fragments of dainties returned from the + Imperial table. These signs did not escape the keen-witted + Tigellinus, who concluded, therefrom, that the business of + Caesar’s evening repast had come to an end. After scanning the + faces inside the various offices he quitted the court by a short + passage on the left, meeting one or two more domestics on the way, + each bearing a load of table furnishments. By these he was + satisfied, on inquiry, that the Emperor was at ease after his + meal, and he went on into a peristyle or open hall, of magnificent + proportions, surrounded by a pillared + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page145">[pg 145]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg145"></a>portico. With the + exception of the portico it was open to the sky, and the + reflection of the glittering stars danced in the waters of the + fountain, which splashed in the basin in the centre of the marble + floor. Around the basin was arranged a miniature flower garden, + and throughout the whole of the space a soft clear light was + diffused from silver lamps, which burned perfumed oils at frequent + intervals around the circuit of the portico. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Of the numerous doors which opened therefrom, one at the south + side was guarded by the inevitable armed Pretorian. From the + frequent passing in and out of stealthy-footed slaves this would + seem to be the Imperial supper-room, but, instead of proceeding + thither, Tigellinus pushed open a door within a yard of the + passage by which he had entered. It was a kind of office + containing only a bench and table, at which was seated a man + engaged in reading, what seemed to be, a paper of accounts. + Disturbed by the sound of the incomer he looked up and gave an + ejaculation of surprise, ‘What, Tigellinus! At last! I have been + looking for you long.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His accent was distinctly Greek. His figure was slender and + supple, and his complexion fair. His features were perfectly + handsome, but a cold penetrating expression of eye overbore their + beauty with an air of repellence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, Zeno; it is no other than myself,’ replied Tigellinus, + closing the door behind him; ‘and, old comrade, how go things with + yourself?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Just in the humour for fellowship such as yours,’ answered Zeno. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Delighted at the compliment,’ rejoined the new-comer; ‘but Caesar + first and you next, worthy steward. Are the omens favourable that + I see my royal patron this evening?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Without fear,’ said the steward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Drawing their heads together they conversed in whispers for a + quarter of an hour, at the end of which time Tigellinus drew a + signet ring from his finger and gave it to his friend. Zeno + departed and Tigellinus awaited his return, which did not occur + until fully twenty minutes had elapsed. ‘Come!’ said the steward, + thrusting in his head at the door. In the meantime the sentinel + had changed his post to another door + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page146">[pg 146]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg146"></a>in the peristyle. + Through this Tigellinus was ushered by the warrior, and the + steward returned to his accounts. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Within the apartment, which was simply enough appointed, the ruler + of the world sat awaiting his agent, with his cheek resting on his + hand. At his feet a newly-kindled fire of wood burned brightly, + and close to his elbow was a small table, upon which stood a gold + cup filled with wine. Tigellinus stepped forward into the Imperial + presence and knelt down, but not without giving a swift and + anxious glance to read, if possible, his master’s mood. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To a stranger, the countenance which met his gaze would surely + have caused apprehension by reason of its stern lowering + appearance, but, in reality, it was nothing more than its native, + unruffled expression, which Tigellinus was well accustomed to, and + consequently relieved to see. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor had now almost completed the allotted age of man. The + weight of threescore years and ten had been aided by the + undermining of continued excesses, of which we have such dark and + doubtless exaggerated tales. Yet both had failed to break the iron + constitution of the man. It was certainly the result most + naturally to be expected; but here was prodigy of physical + organisation, which still remained unimpaired under the strain of + age and a ruler’s cares, as well as the self-imposed waste of + vicious indulgence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But not without the deep indelible traces of the long conflict + appearing externally. His tall form had contracted a stoop, and + was shrunk almost to emaciation. His head was bald, except some + thin locks which grew low down upon his neck. Thus far might + honest age be accountable; but to see the offensive ulcerous + eruptions stuck over with plaster, which blotched his pale face, + was to awaken suspicion of polluted habits. Yet from the midst of + this unattractive physiognomy there shone the undimmed brilliance + of his large eyes. Their beauty had outlived the once acknowledged + comeliness of his face, as well as the athletic proportions of his + large frame. Somewhat heavy lidded and slow moving, their glance, + nevertheless, when it became fixed, seemed to pierce the inward + thoughts of him they rested upon. Their depths were as fathomless + as the ocean, save when lit with a sudden magnetic flash of wrath, + which his minions ever + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page147">[pg 147]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg147"></a>watched for in + trembling. Nothing, throughout the wide empire, received such + unwearying catlike watch and ward as these basilisk orbs which + gathered more than they emitted. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In his manner, the Emperor was, by nature, silent and reserved, + which increased for him a reputation for intractable pride and + malignance. He was of the Claudian family, and were they not ever + proud and insufferable? He spoke as little as possible, and his + words were delivered slowly and deliberately, with an accompanying + motion of his forefinger. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Such were the most particular personal characteristics of the + tyrant who, for some occult reason, had foresworn the seat of his + empire, and had secluded himself in a rocky islet. His energy and + watchfulness were unabated in affairs private and public. His + continued absence, taken in conjunction with the busy ambition of + the Prefect, was fruitful of rumours in no way favourable to the + supremacy of Caesar. But who could penetrate the matchless craft, + the profound dissimulation which enshrouded the despot’s mind? + Without some miracle of light, which might illumine, for one brief + moment, the secret solitude of his brooding thoughts, it were idle + to conjecture and speculate upon their tenor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor held out the signet ring which Tigellinus had sent in + as an intimation of his arrival. The owner rose and took it with + humble obeisance. At a sign from the eloquent forefinger of + Caesar, he went and unloosed the folds of a large curtain which he + drew across the door, thereby effectually guarding against any + chance of their voices travelling outside. This little task + completed, he returned, and stood awaiting Caesar’s pleasure. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So, you have come—Priscus never bade me expect you,’ said + Tiberius, speaking as if it needed an effort to find his voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know not that, Caesar, but I sent him word as usual,’ replied + Tigellinus, whose obsequious, not to say cringing, manner in the + Imperial presence, bore a very striking contrast to his cool + authoritative deportment elsewhere. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, it is no matter whether you did, or whether he forgot to + tell me—when did you come?’ asked Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Only this very night, illustrious, since sundown.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Where did you land, and what have you come with? + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page148">[pg 148]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg148"></a>Use your tongue and + spare mine, good Tigellinus,’ continued the Emperor, with the + faintest wrinkle of his eyebrows. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, I was about to!’ rejoined Tigellinus, brisking up at his + master’s tone. ‘I have those with me that I have chosen with my + best endeavours to be worthy of Caesar’s household. I landed at + the same place as usual, not far from the Scopuli, and left my + companions of the voyage on board the galley, while I came on + hither to wait upon you, Caesar, without delay. Meanwhile I sent + up to the villa Jovis, and, no doubt, the noble Priscus will see + them removed and safely bestowed at once.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph! I shall be able to judge of your efforts when I go to the + villa. Meanwhile what have you to tell me of—come nearer!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tigellinus approached a step or two as desired, and replied, + ‘There is little or nothing that I have been able to gather since + I was last here. The people seem to be full at present with the + Prefect’s visit here—it is whispered everywhere that he is to be + honoured with the hand of the noble Livia, for which reason he has + come hither.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Well!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Does Caesar wish me to say exactly what is commonly said in + Rome?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Exactly!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will speak then without fear. It seems still to pass as a joke, + presumptuous and incredible as it may appear, that the Prefect + Sejanus is called the autocrat, and you, Caesar, the governor of + an island.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tigellinus seemed not altogether at ease in imparting this + scandal, but Caesar gazed into the fire with a face as unmoved as + granite. Not a sparkle rose to his eyes, not a curl to his lip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is that all?’ he said dreamily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes; except that the Romans seem to believe in it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Any more?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing, I grieve to say, illustrious; for you only instructed me + to collect what floats from citizen’s mouth to citizen’s mouth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If you did more I would have you flung from the walls of the + villa into the sea,’ observed Tiberius, with the same placidity of + manner. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page149">[pg 149]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg149"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I never seek to exceed the bounds of your commands,’ replied + Tigellinus hastily, giving an involuntary shudder at the same + time. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Meanwhile I am glad to know that the Prefect is so zealous in the + duties which fall to his share,’ said Tiberius, calmly spreading + his fingers over the warmth of the fire. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What!—your highness is glad!’ exclaimed Tigellinus, betrayed into + sudden surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But the piercing glance of the Emperor transfixed him, and his + tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. He clenched his fist in + suspense and cursed his heedlessness in his heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Glad!’ repeated Tiberius, without removing his gaze—‘rejoiced, + worthy Tigellinus, as every master should be at the diligence of + his servant. Should it not be so?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I—it should—certainly! The Prefect is most diligent. And he is + happy like my humble self in having a master beyond compare.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tigellinus stammered in the former part of his reply, but he + rolled out the latter with recovered self-possession and glib + readiness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘May I be hurled to Hades if I permit my voice in future to show + that I have an idea how the wind blows,’ he thought to himself, as + he breathed freer. ‘Ugh! I seemed already to fancy myself standing + on yonder cliff ready for a dive. He is a sublime hypocrite, or I + am an equally sublime fool—I’ll stick to my own trade—at least as + far as speaking goes!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are a poor newsmonger on this occasion, Tigellinus,’ quoth + the Emperor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am grieved to acknowledge the fact, Caesar,’ answered the other + mournfully, ‘but what can your humble servant do in the lack of + news? You would be displeased if I were to manufacture any to + entertain you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do not try!’ said Tiberius drily; ‘since nothing stirs the air of + the city I may infer then that the people are well satisfied with + the conduct of those in authority over them?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fairly warned by his slip, Tigellinus resolutely stifled his + curiosity with regard to the Imperial policy, and was watchful not + to be tempted from the secure path of plain matter-of-fact + answers. He, therefore, replied to the artful question of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page150">[pg 150]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg150"></a>the Emperor in a simple + affirmative, ‘That it was as Caesar had said, as far as his + perception was able to ascertain.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Happy people! happy city!’ murmured Tiberius softly, as if to + himself, or to the fire, into which he was gazing. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Truly happy!’ was the refrain of Tigellinus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah—what?’ said Tiberius, looking up hastily, as though roused + from a reverie. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was merely agreeing with you, Caesar, when you remarked what is + true beyond doubt, that Rome and its people were happy,’ said + Tigellinus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did I then speak?’ said the Emperor carelessly; ‘I knew it not—I + must have thought aloud—a style I am not given to.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His glance fell on the goblet of wine, which stood untasted, and + he stretched out his hand to take it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I had forgotten my drink—no doubt because of your stirring news,’ + continued Tiberius, with a delicate sarcasm, which the other + instinctively likened to the toying of a tiger’s claws sheathed in + velvet; ‘I drink to the happiness of my Romans, and to that of my + Prefect in particular.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A deep draught gurgled down the Imperial throat, and the cup was + set down again more than half emptied. Tigellinus eyed his master + with covert, doubting glances. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One little matter, illustrious, I had forgotten for the moment,’ + he said, not daring to withhold it, and yet doubting how it might + be received. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A little matter,’ observed Tiberius ironically, ‘I daresay with + more in it than the other.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is in a measure connected with the Prefect, who so well + deserves your gracious esteem,’ continued the other, deeming it + safe to add the compliment from what had passed, although it had + upset all his previous theories. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor nodded for him to proceed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Shortly before the Prefect left Rome for Capreae, he told me that + a certain lady wished to visit this island, and, in order that she + might come without arousing any notice, I was to send her word + when I was to start, that she might accompany me. She and a + waiting slave, therefore, took passage with us, and, as I was + instructed to do exactly as she desired, I took her, at her + request; to the most secluded and out-of-the-way + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page151">[pg 151]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg151"></a>lodging I could think + of, where she might pass the time without the fear of her presence + becoming generally known.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is she young or old?’ asked Tiberius, raising his eyebrows in the + faintest degree. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Young, most decidedly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Beautiful or hideous, good Tigellinus?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One of the most beautiful in Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Caesar’s pallid lips, for the first time, curved into a satirical + smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have made a mistake,’ he said; ‘the Prefect’s betrothed + bride, the Lady Livia, would have been more grateful for your + information than I am!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I do beseech you, Caesar, remember, that solely in my zeal and + duty to you I have revealed what I swore to keep entirely secret,’ + uttered Tigellinus, perturbed in spirit by the Emperor’s answer. + ‘The worshipful Sejanus may discover and visit his vengeance upon + me!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be easy,’ said Tiberius, ‘as long as anything proves of use to me + I suffer nothing to harm it. Who is this woman?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Plautia, the sister of Apicius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Apicius the spendthrift fool of the Palatine who poisoned himself + at supper?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The same—all Rome talked of it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And this Plautia?—I know her not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She dwells nigh the Forum of Caesar—alone.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Has she anything to recommend her but her beauty?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Her suppers are celebrated among a certain set.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of which the Prefect makes one?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They have been most intimate for some time.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who else of any note?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Prefect’s friend, Domitius Afer; one called Martialis is + infatuated with the love of her, follows her like a dog, and + report says she treats him like one.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She is fonder of the Prefect, and, now that she has followed + after him, this Martialis will forthwith hang himself, as a dog in + despair should. The Prefect has a centurion whom I know by that + name. Without doubt it is the same luckless dog.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, the centurion is a younger brother.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are invaluable, Tigellinus,’ said Tiberius, nodding + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page152">[pg 152]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg152"></a>his head approvingly. ‘I + should deem myself clever with only half of your industry and + power of memory. Do you happen to know if this other Martialis, + the officer of the Prefect, is also accounted one of the set + blessed with the cookery of this lady’s kitchen?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, I should say not. He is seldom seen, even with his brother, I + am told. He and the guard were waiting for me to-night, when I + rowed ashore at dusk—bears himself somewhat proudly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a prerogative of the legion to which he belongs, + Tigellinus, and we poor mortals of the simple coat must put up + with it. But he is a good officer, and highly prized by Sejanus, + which is a sufficient guarantee for his trustworthiness. But + enough of that—tell me who else is familiar with this lady’s + table.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Charinus, Pomponius, Blaesus, Vitellius—these are some I know, + but I never set myself to inquire particularly concerning the + matter. Had I known that you would have taken so much interest I + would have made it my business to have got more information.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It matters little—I seem scarce to know those you have already + named. The lady, herself, no doubt, is the chief attraction—what + else is there of interest about her in addition to her comeliness + and her savoury suppers? Are her manners free and captivating—is + she wise or witty?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘H’m, in truth, Caesar,’ said Tigellinus, with a hesitating air, + ‘some say one thing and some another, but I am told that she is a + woman whom no one can properly fathom, so that no one can prove + whether she be too free or not. I have only been in her company + from Rome hither, but I would confidently say that she is a woman + of ability, and with a haughty temper such as I should not care to + get foul of. Of her loveliness there is no doubt.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are a judge, my Tigellinus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is my profession, or part of it, so please you, illustrious,’ + replied the other, with a smirk. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The lips of Caesar deigned a faint smile, and he betrayed further + curiosity as to the reason of Plautia’s visit. But his informant + was obliged to admit his complete ignorance. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page153">[pg 153]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg153"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should recommend you to tell me, nevertheless,’ quoth Caesar + coldly and mercilessly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I swear to the gods, illustrious, that I do not know,’ protested + Tigellinus with vehemence and trepidation; ‘had I any knowledge I + would not, nor dare I, hide it from you—I would have no cause for + doing so. What cause there is for her coming is, perhaps, only + known to her and to the Prefect. I have observed nothing which + could give me any suspicion. But I will endeavour to get some + information if Caesar thinks proper to bid me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will consider,’ returned Tiberius, musing; ‘it seems, however, + to be easily explained, and no doubt may be left to herself and + the Prefect. In what part of the island have you put her, in order + that she may be undisturbed?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Noble Caesar?’ ejaculated the Suburan faintly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius frowned. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I say where have you left this woman?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the house of one named Tucca, at the edge of the cliffs under + the hill of the villa of Mars. It is almost hid from sight; there + are no dwellings at hand, so that it seemed to me to be as + serviceable for the purpose as any.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No doubt,’ observed the Emperor; ‘but had it been under the villa + of Mercury it would have been more convenient for those + concerned.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was a knock at the door, and on receiving permission to + enter, the sentinel made his appearance, and announced the arrival + of a courier with despatches. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Caesar’s demeanour and voice betrayed evident interest. ‘I will + summon him directly—let him be at hand,’ he said. ‘And now, + Tigellinus, best and most discreet of servants, we will let these + matters of ours rest until to-morrow.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tigellinus made a low obeisance and withdrew. He went across the + spacious peristyle, and disappeared down the passage, by which he + had arrived, toward the quarters of the household staff, where he + held a largely attended levee, as the newest arrival from Rome. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor stepped to the door, and, slightly opening it, peered + through to assure himself of his vassal’s complete departure. When + the sound of steps had completely died away, he clapped his hands + and then returned to his seat. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page154">[pg 154]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg154"></a>In a few seconds the + slender figure and handsome face of the Greek steward Zeno + entered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Know you the house of one named Tucca, standing on the cliffs at + the foot of the hill of Mars?’ demanded Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward replied in the affirmative. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is a young female arrived there in secret, together with a + slave. I wish to have her described to me; I wish to know, if + possible, why she is here—I wish to know all her movements. + Neither she nor any one else must know that she is watched, and + the matter must be confined to three persons—myself, yourself, and + the spy, whoever he may be. And, especially, must it be kept from + Tigellinus, your good friend, as I know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I understand perfectly,’ answered Zeno. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If she desires to be secret you will find darkness more prolific + than daylight. Go, and call the courier!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Greek vanished, and the Emperor took some small tablets from + his bosom and proceeded to make a few notes. By the time he had + finished the courier entered, bearing a packet of despatches, to + which he immediately turned his serious attention. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page155">[pg 155]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg155"></a> <a id="toc34"></a + ><a id="pdf35"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER IV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Suspicion was a weed which clothed the face of the island of + Capreae. It penetrated every nook of hill, cavern, or grove. The + very air was charged with its essence, as it is loaded with + electricity at the time of a thunderstorm. Every tiny leaf that + nestled to the ground was the peering eye of an Argus. Little or + nothing could hope to pass unnoticed within the narrow circuit of + those sea-girt rocks. There was an ear for each saying worth + repeating, an eye for each movement worth noting, and all finally + flowed into the channel which led to the dark, deep mind of + Caesar. To the ready ear of the ambitious, plotting Prefect also, + in his villa of Mercury, perched on the conical hill overlooking + the Marina, the mysterious whisperings and rumours of the isle did + not fail to float. What hope then was there of Plautia remaining + secret? + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The cottage of Tucca became the most curiously regarded spot in + Capreae, before the dawn of the morning following the + circumstances related in the last chapter. Invisible eyes watched + it, so that not even a movement of the ancient cur, which lay + before the door, was missed, nor the flight of a pigeon from the + flock which perched on the roof. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The house was a small one almost facing the south, and, + consequently, looking nearly full upon the sea. With its left eye, + as it were, it looked across to the town of Capreae and the face + of the island sloping up to the eastern cliffs. To the right hand + there was no path, nor yet foothold, for anything but a bird of + the air, and a few yards further on, the crags descended sheer + into the sea. These crags rose up above the house, forming the + side of the hill, upon which gleamed, above, the walls of the + villa of Mars. Thus, it may be + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page156">[pg 156]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg156"></a>seen that the dwelling + of Tucca had, for some reason, been perched as far round the + outside, seaward face of the hill as possible. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca, the owner and occupier of this abode, was an old man, who + lived alone with his wife. He was a small man, with a head nearly + bald, and had sharp features, withered and prodigiously wrinkled. + He was evidently very aged, but of that spare, wiry toughness of + body which best defies time. He did not seem to be scrupulously + clean in person. His garments might have been worn night and day + for months, by their greasy surfaces and obstinate creases, whilst + the leather-like folds of his face had the appearance of being + engrained with dirt. He derived his livelihood from wine-growing + and otherwise tilling the ground, and his arduous and lifelong + toil had had the effect of imparting a stoop to his slight + dried-up frame. His tenement stretched from the left of his house + along the path which led to the town, and his vines, likewise, + reached upward, draping the hillside, as far as sufficient soil + could be gathered together to give them sustenance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tigellinus had made, no doubt, the best choice possible for the + purpose required, when he led the beautiful young Roman lady + hither to this spot, hidden away half round a hill, on the brink + of the cliffs, as far as a human foot could venture; but, as no + previous notice had been made to its resident, of the unexpected + honour about to be conferred upon him, the ancient husbandman was, + as might be expected, considerably startled. A few whispered words + from Tigellinus in his ear, however, charmed away the astonished + and ill-tempered expression of his restless, mistrustful eyes, and + he became readiness, compliance, and amiability itself. The + haughty and even scornful bearing of his visitor, as she glanced + around her lodging, and scanned him from head to foot, might seem + to have warmed his old heart with gratefulness, so deep was his + obeisance, and so great was the grimace of joy with which he + contorted his face. His wife, as lean and withered as himself, had + a hard time of it for a space; but, finally, all arrangements were + made for the comfortable bestowment of the visitors, and the + household sank into sleep and oblivion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The following morning, as day was breaking, Tucca came + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page157">[pg 157]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg157"></a>out of his house into + the raw air. Water was an element he did not favour at any time, + but more particularly thus early. Hence he proceeded to his work + in a state of semi-wakefulness. A little grove of fruit trees + covered the left flank of the house, and through this he directed + his steps, more by instinct than due perception of where he was + going. In the midst there was an arbour, or summer-house, in a + state of bad repair, being a structure designed for ornament and + ease, with which Tucca had no sympathy whatever. Its frame, in + fact, was mainly held together by the twining creepers, which + thickly enwrapped it, and almost hid the doorway from view. As the + old husbandman passed close by this, an arm was thrust forth from + amid the creepers, and the hand thereof grasped him by the + shoulder. Tucca, startled out of his comatose state, gave vent to + a yelp of surprise, very largely mixed with fear, but it was lost + within the gloom of the arbour whither he was dragged. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good morrow, Tucca; you are out betimes; you deserve to be as + rich as people say you are.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca gazed at his captor; but the gloom, combined with his + confused faculties, prevented him from making anything out save a + figure clothed in a long cloak and peaked hood, or burnoose, which + well-nigh enveloped the face as well as the head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who are you and what do you want?’ was the natural response of + the wine-grower. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am one you know, and I am here to see you on particular + business.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You may be some one I know, but this is a strange time and a + strange place to lie in wait; I don’t like the look of it myself,’ + was the short, crusty answer. ‘Come into the daylight, such as it + is, so far!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No,’ replied the figure, holding him back; ‘I prefer staying here + until we have finished.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I ought to know your voice.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I told you that I am known to you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then why in the name of the furies do you not show me your face?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will, gossip; but, first of all, a few words. You received two + visitors last night?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page158">[pg 158]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg158"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Eh!’ said the old man, giving a start. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I say you received two visitors last night—two women.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca kept his hand upon the handle of a knife stuck in his + girdle, and he eyed his questioner keenly in silence for a moment, + as if to think twice before he spoke. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well?’ said the other sharply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It’s none of your business whether I did or whether I did + not—I’ll not tell you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will have to tell me more than that—look, old man!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca’s visitor stepped towards the doorway, where his face might + meet the fast-increasing light, and he threw back the ample + burnoose from his head. The ancient legs of the wine-grower shook + beneath him. He became fully awake; for the classic face of Zeno, + the Emperor’s steward, looked down upon him, as perfect and + beautiful as if sculptured in tinted marble, but with the cold, + metallic eyes which were fatal to all accompanying grace. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is my worshipful Zeno!’ exclaimed Tucca, with gestures of + abject humility and apology. ‘Pardon, noble Zeno; but how could + your servant know you in this light and with that hood over your + face—and with my eyes too—seventy-five years old? But why come + here so early in the cold? Come into—no, I mean—a—a—what can old + Tucca do to serve your worship?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thank you, Tucca. Had I thought fit to go into your house I would + have done so without an invitation, knowing your esteem and love + for me. But,’ continued Zeno, with a meaning smile, ‘I knew it + would not be convenient for you, since you harbour guests beneath + your roof. I thought it best to speak with you out of doors first + before I ran the chance of making myself an intruder, unwelcome as + it might be. Shall we go in now?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well—ah—it is hardly fit to receive you—at this time of + day—nothing in order or——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No matter for that,’ said Zeno, interrupting the stammering and + confused old man; ‘I only want a seat and a draught of wine.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then wait only one minute until I tell my wife, and she will + straighten up and make tidy for your worship,’ returned Tucca, + turning to trot out of the arbour. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page159">[pg 159]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg159"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno caught him by the arm. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not so fast,’ said he; ‘I have changed my mind. Old fool, did I + not know for a surety that you had those I speak of within your + house, your very manner would have revealed it to me, as plainly + as written parchment telling the same. Do you deny it?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Most worshipful——’ began Tucca imploringly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you deny, I say?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why do you ask me? What can it be to you?’ said the wine-grower, + with a show of resistance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To me—nothing!’ responded the steward, with a grim smile; ‘I am + only one of the tiger’s paws to be stretched out at the tiger’s + will. It rests upon you at present, Tucca, so be wise. I have come + from the villa of Neptune this morning straight.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good Zeno, be easy with me, for you have dealt well with me so + far,’ whined the perplexed and terrified old man. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are not proceeding in the way most calculated to incline me + to do so. Tell me!’ said Zeno, pointing meaningly towards the + house. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot—there is one as great in Capreae as Caesar—I dare not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will repent of that delusion when you find yourself, very + shortly, about to be cast from one of the cliffs of Capreae. + What’s he that you compare with Caesar? There is but one you can + mean—is it the Prefect?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca hung his head and did not answer. Zeno thereby gained a + little information, which had the effect of giving him, at once, + some more personal concern in the matter. To spy upon a probable + arrangement of the formidable Prefect was a task unlooked for and + likely to prove of some interest. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are obstinate, Tucca, and you are simple and foolish to put + the servant before his master. I might be disposed to leave you in + a huff and allow you to take the consequences of your idiocy, but + I will take more pains with you, and try and reason you out of + your ideas. You live so much out of the way here in this corner + that you are ignorant of how things run. Listen: last night a + certain merchant, named Tigellinus, brought two females to your + house, and there they are at this moment. It is folly for you to + deny it. You grow excellent + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page160">[pg 160]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg160"></a>wine, Tucca—I have + bought it from you for the Emperor’s table, and the Emperor likes + it. Caesar is a resident, and if you wish to continue his custom + you had better do as I advise you; if not, you will assuredly have + every drop of blood drawn out of your old veins, as well as every + quart of wine out of your cellars. The same finger that can do + this can, equally as well, do the same to the most noble Prefect + if sad necessity compelled. Do your duty to your ruler and patron, + therefore, and rest easy.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You know what I know—I cannot tell you more,’ said the husbandman + despairingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Their names?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Before Jupiter, I know not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have also orders to dispense certain coins to those who make + themselves particularly useful in this matter—it is surely best to + please the strongest party and be paid for it—at least my notions + run that way.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno made a dull jingling of some money under his cloak, and + marked, with a smile, the flash of the old man’s eyes and the + pricking up of his ears. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Noble Zeno, you were ever liberal with me, but if I could serve + you without——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It will be easily earned, Tucca; good pay, and never fear for + your old bones.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, then, do you require?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To use your memory and duly relate to me anything that your + visitors may say loud enough for your ears to catch. If it be + anything about the weather, or matters of equal importance, you + need not trouble to store it up; but if there may be a chance + remark or inquiry concerning any person or persons of any note in + the island, you must truly bring the same to me, as I should like + to hear it. You must, likewise, take notice of their movements, + and everything which may be likely to throw a light upon the + reason of their presence here. You see, therefore, Tucca, that + your task is of the easiest and lightest, and beyond + suspicion—merely to keep your eyes and ears open.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And will you be at hand, or must I go to seek you at the + palaces?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Inquire for Alexander at the little tavern of the Widow + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page161">[pg 161]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg161"></a>Paula, and you will be + told where to find me—you will remember to inquire for Alexander, + old man?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For Alexander, noble Zeno.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good; it is important. Now, by way of commencement, tell me the + names of these women.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I swear by all the gods in heaven, Zeno, I do not know. They came + and ate a slight supper, such as we were able to put before + them,—for we knew no more than the dead that we were to have any + visitors,—and then they retired, and we have not seen them since. + It is the truth, as I stand here!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, and what of their appearance? are they young?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Young, Zeno, and the mistress as beautiful as the sun.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said Zeno, nodding, whilst a smile spread over his handsome + face; ‘I think there will nothing very serious spring out of this + matter, although a ten years’ war did once arise on account of a + woman. But, nevertheless, be vigilant.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will be all ears and eyes.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And secret—do not ask impertinent questions, or you will spoil + all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not one, noble Zeno.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Consider your next amphorae of wine as sold and delivered, at a + point above the best price in Capreae.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Generous Zeno!’ said Tucca, bending low. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And for this,’ rejoined the steward, artfully chinking the coins + beneath his cloak, ‘we will settle when this business is over.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘May it be soon; why they should pitch upon my house, and mix a + harmless man up with their women and their works, I know not—but I + would they were away.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And so do I, Tucca, for this early morning watch does not agree + with your humble servant.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But what safeguard can you offer me if he, for whom these people + are in charge, should know that I play the spy on them?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He cannot know if you do only as I tell you; and if he does, + leave the rest to me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hermes guard me—I should be but the earthen pipkin between two + brazen pots.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward was looking cautiously through the leafy screen of the + doorway towards the house. He started and + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page162">[pg 162]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg162"></a>said, ‘Hasten, Tucca, + look upon your housetop! There are these same mysterious beings + gazing therefrom upon the landmarks of the island and tasting the + morning air—hasten to the house—they may want thee to ask thee + this or that, it may be—there is a chance—so go!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I will.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And hearken, Tucca, it is best to reckon up both sides of our + bargain,’ added Zeno, catching him by the arm for a moment; ‘I + rely upon your faith and have no reason to doubt it, being, as you + are, in your right mind; but if you play me false from fear, or + hope, or promise of what you would expect to be greater in pay, as + sure as you stand by me at this very moment you shall suffer!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dear Zeno and friend, I could never——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I think not, but if you do—in yonder villa of Jove, within the + walls there, is more than one catapult—you shall be shot from the + cliffs a league into the sea, like a pebble from a sling. Go, and + forget not Alexander at the tavern of Paula!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The husbandman went back to his house, on the flat roof of which + Plautia and her maid were standing, taking the keen morning air + and viewing the landscape, as Zeno had said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old man shuffled about in view down below, and presently the + voice of Plautia hailed him and desired, or rather commanded, him + to go up to her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He did so, and the stoop in his small, withered body was doubled + in humility as he remained before her awaiting her pleasure. She + looked haughtily down upon him, and the light of day did not + improve his appearance. The grease and the dirt-engrained + wrinkles, somewhat softened and mellowed by the lamplight of the + night before, were as perceptible as only daylight could make + them. The finely-curved nose of Plautia was elevated at its tip, + as much as it was capable of doing, as she surveyed her host in + all his glory. She formed the most complete contrast possible. Her + noble figure, large and erect, fronting his small, bent, + insignificant frame; her dark piercing eyes and her glowing skin, + fresh from the early morning toilet, and tinted with a yet richer + bloom by the keen sea-breeze. It seemed to the ancient husbandman + as if the glorious Juno herself had descended on to the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page163">[pg 163]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg163"></a>roof of his dwelling to + survey the isle and sea sleeping and silent in the gray light of + dawn. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I wish to tell you, old man,’ she began abruptly, ‘that you shall + be well paid for our lodging here.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That I feel sure of, gracious lady,’ replied the reverent Tucca. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your house is retired and not overlooked, and for that reason I + come here. We wish to be entirely unobserved. It is necessary that + our presence here be not known. Therefore you and your wife must + refrain from prating a single word thereof. You understand?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perfectly, lady, you may rest easy—we shall give neither word nor + sign.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! if you do I would not stand in your shoes for all the + island is worth. Now show me all that can be seen from where we + stand—what is yon house on yon hill?—I have been in Capreae ere + this, but I forget.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She pointed across to the villa of Mercury, crowning the conical + hill above the Marina, on the other side of the valley. Tucca told + her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And who dwells therein?’ she inquired. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Prefect, who is betrothed to Livia, the Emperor’s + daughter-in-law—he is the greatest man in the Empire they say—he + lives there at present. But the villa belongs to Caesar—like that + one, and that, and that.’ He pointed to the elevated summits + around. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The greatest man in the Empire,’ she murmured, with a smile; ‘and + what of Caesar?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is even now over there,’ explained Tucca, sweeping his grimy + hand up toward the towering heights behind them; ‘he moves about + from one place to another. To-morrow may find him over there—as + likely as not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She followed his pointing finger to the eastern cliff in the + distance, where the white walls of the fortress peeped up against + the sky. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And that?’ she inquired. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is the villa of Jove, of which he is the fondest. It is built in + with huge walls; it is full of guards and stores of provisions + they say, and the sea roars a thousand feet below.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca shuddered as he recalled the threat of Zeno. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page164">[pg 164]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg164"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Full of guards, say you—do you know any of those same guards?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, good lady; I have seen them, but I know none of them. They + keep watch and ward over Caesar wherever he goes.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are they Pretorians, think you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Surely.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And they are lodged in yonder villa?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The bulk of them, yes.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, up there?’ said Plautia, looking thither earnestly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">Tucca nodded.</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And the Prefect—does his guard lodge with him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know not, lady; it is little I know of these great people.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia remained in thought for a minute, then she said, ‘You must + find me a messenger who will be trusty and secret—but no! You had + better do my errands—it would be safer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As you wish, noble lady.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come then, we will go down—we may be seen.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be safer—there may be curious eyes prying,’ rejoined + Tucca. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page165">[pg 165]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg165"></a> <a id="toc36"></a + ><a id="pdf37"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER V.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Shortly before noon on the same morning Domitius Afer climbed the + steep path which led to the Prefect’s house. On arriving at the + villa he found that Sejanus had gone to the Emperor’s stronghold + on the eastern cliffs, where the Pretorians on duty in the island + were barracked. Thither he thought it worth while to follow. + Coming out of the gates of the villa Jovis he met Martialis, + arrayed in simple civilian costume. With the barest recognition + possible they went on their way, but Afer was sufficiently + interested to tell his Greek attendant to loiter behind, and watch + which way the young Centurion aimed for. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Three sides of the Emperor’s favourite villa were surrounded by + strong defences. The fourth side, since it rested on the edge of + the cliffs, was impregnable to everything save the birds of the + air. Between the villa with its private grounds, and the outside + girdle of defence, was an ample space, partly planted with trees. + It was occupied, in one part, by a range of buildings, which were + the quarters of the Pretorian detachment garrisoning the island + during its tenure as an Imperial residence. The entrances of the + villa itself were each guarded by the customary legionary, but, + elsewhere, Afer met with no challenge to impede his steps. In the + middle of the wide parade ground fronting the barrack houses, he + perceived the Prefect speaking with an officer, who was a man + approaching the gigantic in stature. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer loitered apart until the huge Pretorian officer went off, and + then Sejanus turned towards him. ‘Good morrow, my Titus! Did you + climb to the villa this morning?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As usual, Prefect.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I rested ill last night, and was astir earlier in consequence,’ + said Sejanus. ‘There is nothing new from Rome.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page166">[pg 166]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg166"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, I would I were there!’ sighed Afer; ‘the heaviness of this + listless isle is insupportable. The mountains, the rocks, and the + sea—the sea, the rocks, and the mountains; there is nothing else. + The senses rust, the brain is numb, and one walks as if steeped to + the lips in a heavy dream or phantasmagoria. Would I were standing + in my porch on the Esquiline!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, exchange this pure air, this fair isle, its peace and + repose, for the smells, and smoke, and roars of that seething + cauldron Rome! Tush, you have twice as much colour in your cheeks, + and twice as much sparkle in your eye, as when we left it. You are + hard to please. Turn philosopher or poet—anything to pass the + time. You never hear me repine.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah no, but I am not in the lucky position in which you are, + Prefect; I have no betrothed bride to bid time fly like the wind,’ + answered Afer sarcastically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go and get you one, then,’ said the smiling Prefect. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And in what eagle’s nest nigh the clouds, or in what secret den + below ground should I keep her in this sea prison, that I might + have her and call her still my own?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Get an ill-favoured one and live in peace.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I would rather take beauty and run all risks, if I could land + beauty, on some dark night, and find a snug corner to bestow it + safely and unseen,’ observed the knight carelessly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Knowing his man, he did not expect his speech to have any effect, + and he was, therefore, surprised to see a sudden light flash into + his patron’s face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By Hercules!’ exclaimed the Prefect sharply, as he struck his + forehead at the same time with his hand, ‘was ever an idle speech + such an apt reminder!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He fumbled in the breast of his tunic. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is it? what lucky word have I said?’ said Afer curiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How came it to slip my mind, and I only received it this morning + as I left my chamber,’ said Sejanus, drawing forth a crumpled + paper and offering it to his friend. ‘Read!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer took the paper, which contained a few crabbed words, as + follows:— + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page167">[pg 167]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg167"></a> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘I arrived last night, and the two females you know of are + safely lodged in the house of one Tucca, under the Hill of Mars, + a very safe place.’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was no signature, but Afer needed none to tell him from whom + the missive came. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is very suggestive,’ said he, with an inscrutable countenance; + ‘but, for the rest, I am still too much in the dark to say more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What then if I tell you that these damsels came from Rome—who + would you say they were, or rather she—for one, as I apprehend, is + only a slave?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Rome is large and its females many,’ said Afer; ‘I would as lieve + begin to count the stones on the Marina.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who but our lovely entertainer on many a pleasant afternoon—who + but the queenly Plautia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What! Plautia here, and why?’ cried the knight, with a start of + surprise which Roscius might have envied. ‘Ah, Prefect, what does + this mean?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer smiled and looked at the handsome Prefect with a sly askant + look. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Faith, I know not—not I,’ answered Sejanus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Um!’ said his follower. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was something in the manner of this ejaculation which proved + too much for the other’s attempted gravity, and he burst out into + a laugh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You would seem to insinuate something, my dear Titus,’ he + remarked; ‘and yet it is quite true, incredible as it may appear, + that our lovely and wilful dame has thought fit to visit Capreae + entirely in obedience to her own whim.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Most strange!’ rejoined Afer pithily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Most true!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There must be a strong reason for such a dainty, exquisite, + proud, city-bred lady to come hither—do you not think so?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Whether there be a strong inducement, or merely a woman’s + curiosity I am equally unaware.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Such privations, such hardships, such fatigues, such + inconveniences for a female to undergo, who has never known even + the hardness of a wrinkle in her bed of down. There is never a man + in Rome who would not give five years of his life to be able to + boast of this feat.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page168">[pg 168]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg168"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pooh, pooh, man! you are fantastical this morning.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I am as near the truth, as it seems to me I am, it matters not + what name you put upon it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Tush!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your approaching marriage makes her desperate. It is as clear as + the daylight.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pooh, pooh, this is nonsense!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The lady is proud; but we ever thought we could detect the signs + of feeling for you, in spite of her haughty bearing.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have done, man—you grow silly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What must be the power which can so reduce such pride and disdain + to such lapdog humility!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you so mad as to imagine that she has ventured hither on my + account?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I have said.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Psaw!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The ablest minds have their weaknesses, and it was beyond the + power of the formidable Prefect’s affected scorn to hide the + gratification which this flattery of the influence of his personal + advantages caused to lurk in his very handsome face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His client well knew that he need have little fear of giving + offence by straining too grossly on the point, so he proceeded— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Until you are able, therefore, to render another reason for the + divine Plautia’s presence, it will be vain to dislodge my + opinion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I really cannot say, except that it is merely a woman’s whim,’ + returned the other, shrugging his shoulders pityingly. ‘’Tis + strange I forgot she was coming.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What? did you then know?’ said Afer in surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Had the least thought of it troubled my brain I must have told + you before now. Ere we left Rome she vowed, for some reason which + I could not discover, that she would pay a sly visit to Capreae. + She would not be dissuaded, and for the sake of peace I consented. + I arranged her conveyance hither; for the rest she must take her + chance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How did she come?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the vessel of one Tigellinus, who has periodical business in + the island.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Both men burst into a laugh. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page169">[pg 169]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg169"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be curious to know how the fair Plautia is pleased,’ + said Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I do not know; and whatever her experiences may be, and whatever + befall her, she must abide by it, for she would take her own + headstrong way.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She will be seen and whispered of through the island, as sure as + yon sun shines upon us. Inquiries will be made. Are you not afraid + of contingencies arising, which it would be unwise and unnecessary + to provoke—with your pardon, Prefect, for speaking thus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The confidential follower nodded significantly toward the west, as + if to indicate some particular part of the island. Sejanus + regarded him earnestly for a space, and then replied slowly— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are right, Afer. I understand what you mean. I thought of + that possibility when I granted beauty’s request, but I was too + hasty and hurried at the time. I am more impressed with it now. + This state of things is too dangerous; it must be altered, my + Titus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be wise to bring the lady’s visit to a sudden and hasty + close,’ rejoined Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By Hercules! it must be done,’ muttered Sejanus, knitting his + brows. ‘Only think, if my lady Livia were to hear! Come, let us go + back to my house. I was intending to depart straight to the villa + of Neptune; but not now. One thing is sure; I must see this bold + damsel, as soon as there is sufficient darkness to cover one’s + movements. Come, let us march! May all the powers in heaven give + her prudence and keep her in-doors till night. Given that, then + the morn may break upon her at a safer distance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At a certain time previous to this conversation, the old man Tucca + emerged from his dwelling and made toward the town. On the + outskirts thereof was a wine tavern—a small, unpretending house, + standing in a very narrow lane. It was the tavern of Paula. He + went in and inquired of the widow herself for Alexander. She was a + native of the island, like himself, and, of course, known to him, + as long as she had lived, some five-and-forty years. A quiet smile + rested on her yet comely face when, after a few commonplace + remarks, Tucca made his inquiry. She brought him upstairs into a + cell-like <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page170">[pg 170]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg170"></a>room, just large enough + to hold a pallet-bed, whereon Zeno lay asleep. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, friend Tucca!’ said the steward, starting up and stretching + himself; ‘what news? I am revenging myself, as you see, for my + early business this morning.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She has sent me to get tablets, wax, and thread,’ said the old + man. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, indeed!’ answered Zeno, nodding and yawning; ‘this looks as + if she intended to write a letter. If she does, it may tell us a + secret, perhaps. Wait here, and I will be back directly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He left the room, and very soon returned with what the husbandman + required. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There you have them, Tucca; go and say you got them anywhere but + here.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am well pleased enough,’ returned Tucca, ‘for it saves me a + walk.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And only right, Tucca; you grow old. Fail not to call here on + your way with the missive, or if you are not to carry it, I must + know how and when it flies.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tucca departed, and, in due course, once more emerged from his + dwelling townward—this time with a stout stick, as if bound on a + longer journey. He was barely out of sight of his own house, when + he was startled by the steward stepping in front of him, from + behind a corner of a wall. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, Tucca,’ said that individual, ‘have you anything to show + me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, truly, noble Zeno. Faith, you startled me coming out on me + in that fashion,’ answered the old man, bringing out the tablets, + which were securely fastened with some of the thread and wax which + Zeno had supplied. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks!’ said the steward, thrusting them in his tunic. ‘Now + loiter on for some hundred yards past the tavern, and I will join + you and return this.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He disappeared, and by and by rejoined Tucca at the place + appointed, and gave him the tablets, to all appearance untouched. + In the meantime, it had been an easy matter for his nimble and + expert fingers to open the missive, note its contents, and fasten + it up as before, with thread and wax from the same stock. The + wine-grower perceived, to his inward + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page171">[pg 171]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg171"></a>satisfaction, that the + epistle bore no sign of being meddled with, and went on his way to + deliver it. He left the town on his left hand, and walked on until + he arrived at the outer gate of the villa of Jove, just as Afer + and his patron and their servants were turning their steps + thither, as described. The quick eye of the knight caught sight of + the old man as soon as he appeared on the inside of the enclosure + trudging toward the barrack-houses. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Look!’ he exclaimed in a low voice, nudging the Prefect to + enforce attention, ‘look at yon old man. That is no other than + Tucca, at whose house the fair Plautia is lodged. What does he up + here? It would be worth while knowing, I’ll warrant! A thousand + pounds, but if we could get to know we should need little more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘But how?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Quick! There is time, and he does not notice us. Send and bid yon + Pretorian stop him and ask his business inside the villa. Let your + slave linger by and listen.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus turned hastily and spoke to his slave Lygdus, who hastened + to carry the order to the sentinel, whose post was one of mere + discipline, since the townspeople came and went, and did their + trafficking without the least ceremony, except at the entrances of + the Imperial residence itself, which were closely watched. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The party then turned their steps and appeared to stroll gently + back, as if in earnest talk. They saw the sentinel stop the + wine-grower by placing his spear across his body. Lygdus stood by, + and, after a brief parley, the old man was suffered to proceed. He + finally disappeared into the door of the building which led to the + officers’ quarters. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pooh, ’tis only some concern of his own,’ remarked + Sejanus,—‘buying or selling. Well, what did yonder fellow want?’ + he said to Lygdus, who came up. ‘He seems a dirty, disreputable + knave to wander about here without question.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is charged with a letter to deliver to the Centurion + Martialis, so please your highness,’ replied the Nubian slave. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘From whom?’ demanded his master. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I do not know. I did not think it right to inquire into anything + of the Centurion’s affairs without authority, so I did not ask.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page172">[pg 172]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg172"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph! Quite right, Lygdus; but did you see the tablets? He might + have been lying.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I saw them when the guard demanded to see them. The man is Tucca, + one of the oldest islanders and wine-growers. He is well known.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is he, indeed? I crave his pardon, but he looked most + villainously to my eyes. He should get himself a better tunic. But + what seemed the letter like—the writing?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was quite strange to me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is necessary that I see it. The Centurion has left the island + till evening—you understand. We will go in again for a space. + Come!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Lygdus bent his head and retired to the rear, until Sejanus and + his confidant had re-entered the officers’ quarters. Then in a + minute he appeared before the Prefect and the knight with the + ill-fated epistle in his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No one saw you, Lygdus?’ said Sejanus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No one. The Centurion’s room is empty, and this was lying on his + couch.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Warm water and open it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave brought a cup of hot water, and, by its aid, he softened + the wax and removed the thread in a most dexterous manner, which + bore strong evidence that it was not the first time such a task + had been required of him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The handwriting was large and bold, but palpably disguised. The + keen eyes who perused it were easily assured of that. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I fancy we have seen something like the turn of these characters + before,’ said Afer drily; ‘the varnish is very thinly laid on.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The epistle was addressed to L. Martialis, Centurion, Villa Jovis. + They opened it and read:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘One who has braved discomfort and peril desires to see you, + Centurion. Close by the path which leads down to the southern + landing there is a white rock. I shall await you there at + nightfall. As you have a heart do not fail me!’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They looked at each other, and the Prefect broke into a laugh, + which was, however, forced and disgusted. The knight smiled + inwardly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There!’ uttered Sejanus, ‘I told you I knew not. I am + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page173">[pg 173]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg173"></a>right and you are wrong. + It is only thus one can have the chance, sometimes, to fathom what + is lowermost in the mind of a woman. She is in love with + Martialis! Who would have dreamt of it? A mere Centurion to + ensnare the proud goddess!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is, at the least, very extraordinary; but it does not follow + that she is bitten with this soldier.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is so likely that I accept the construction very easily.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is one comfort; it may lead to fratricide,’ muttered Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What do you say, Afer?’ asked the Prefect. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I say it is a bitter pill for the other brother.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ said his patron, too sulky in his wounded self-conceit to + care about anybody else. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He clapped his hands for Lygdus, and ordered him to restore the + tablets to their former state, in readiness for their owner. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, we can go now. There is one thing certain, that we must be + somewhere in the close vicinity of that same white rock this + night.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page174">[pg 174]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg174"></a> <a id="toc38"></a + ><a id="pdf39"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER VI.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + We noticed Martialis in the last chapter issuing from the villa + Jovis. The sparkle in his eye and the half smile on his lips, as + he hummed an air during his rapid walk down to the little southern + landing-place, betokened an errand of an agreeable nature. He + rowed himself across to the mainland in a fisherman’s skiff, and, + thence, taking the road to Surrentum, was not long ere he stood in + the shop of Masthlion, with the joyful and surprised Neæra in his + arms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You grow more beautiful each time I see you, Neæra,’ he said, + pressing a kiss on her lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Foolish!’ she murmured, smiling, and sinking her eyes before his + fervent gaze. ‘And you, Lucius,’ she added, laying the point of + her finger on his toga, ‘you are no Centurion to-day—you are in + plain woollen—you are not for the road?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have reached the end of my journey,’ he replied, drawing her + nearer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your breastplate and cloak become you the best, but they mean + haste away. This is the most welcome to me, for it is your own + dress and——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And says that, for a time at least, its wearer is his own master, + to spend his leisure as he lists,’ said Martialis, finishing her + speech and fondling the hand which rested on the bosom of his + garment. ‘I have come here, foolish or not, to pass the few hours + at my command. Will you offer me no more hospitality than this + shop can give?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come,’ she said, giving him a divine smile, and holding out her + hand to lead him inside; ‘but ah, Lucius, we are so poor and + simple!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The little dwelling-room, under the industrious and fastidious + hands of herself and her mother, was seldom far removed + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page175">[pg 175]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg175"></a>from a state of + scrupulous cleanliness and genial comfort. The articles of + furniture which it contained were well worn, but speckless; and a + bright wood fire, burning in a brazier, cheered and warmed the + senses of an in-comer. At the door Neæra ran abruptly off, and her + lover was left to the company of the patient, mild-eyed Tibia, her + mother. The latter was engaged in scrubbing a brazen pot into a + sunlike lustre, and although there were grounds for reasonable + familiarity of bearing toward her visitor, yet the attempt came + awkwardly and uncomfortably enough. This wore off, however, in a + measure with the free, easy bearing of the young man, who sat and + warmed himself at the fireside. When Neæra subsequently + reappeared, she shone upon him in the best robes her slender + wardrobe could furnish. They were modest and simple indeed. A few + coins were all their worth, but poor as they were, her beauty made + them seem handsome. Fresh and neat from her toilet, with her clear + delicately-tinted skin and glossy hair, her person seemed to + diffuse a delicious sense of purity and sweetness. She smiled upon + the Centurion in the proud consciousness of her charms, and the + dame Tibia, also, could not help paying her an especial look of + approval. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How the child is growing into a woman,’ she murmured beneath her + breath. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra reached forth her hand to her lover, and the drapery of her + tunic, falling back a little, displayed a rounded arm and wrist of + the whiteness of the snowdrift, to which the tinge of + toil-accustomed fingers bore a slight contrast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come,’ she said; ‘we will go and see my father.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Taking his hand she led him to the workshop in the rear of the + house, abutting on the patch of garden. On trying to open the door + they found it fast, but they could hear the movements of the + potter within. Neæra knocked and called upon her father loudly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The bolt was drawn within, and they stood face to face with + Masthlion, who was surprised at seeing his daughter’s companion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome, Centurion,’ he said. ‘Though Neæra had little need to + bring you in here amid the clay of a potter’s shop.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The room was of good size, and the floor consisted of hard-trodden + earth. A window, or rather an opening which could be closed by a + shutter, was on one side, and against it + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page176">[pg 176]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg176"></a>stood a bench, on which + was a litter of tools, as well as one or two unfinished clay + models of figures, with which Masthlion was fond of varying his + time. In the centre of the floor was the potter’s wheel, which + gave him his legitimate occupation. A large oven stood on the + other side, and close by was also a small furnace. As there were + to be seen lumps of unshaped glass lying scattered about in + various parts of the workshop, as well as relics of glass bottles + and other vessels, together with the tools by which they were + produced, it was obvious, that the art of glass-making formed also + a pursuit of the potter, either as a hobby, or as a regular + avocation. Masthlion himself was attired in his working clothes, + and was smeared with clay and grime of the furnace from head to + foot. From a habit of frequently drawing his hand across his + forehead, his ample brow was of the colour of one of the little + images on the bench; and, as this action was sometimes varied by a + similar attention to other parts of his features, his face, in + complexion, was little removed from the hue of his clothes. Neæra + clasped her hands across his shoulder and leant her face toward + his, for she was as tall, if not a little above his stature. The + contrast between her lovely pure countenance and his oddly + clay-daubed visage was so comical that Martialis smiled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, father,’ said Neæra in his ear; ‘you have wrought enough + for to-day. It is not often we have a visitor.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Such a visitor—no!’ replied Masthlion, smiling. ‘Away! Leave me + in my den—you want my room, not my company. Send your mother in + here also, and keep the house yourselves.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No, no!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stand off, girl, or farewell to your finery—think you that the + soil on me is cleaner than that on the floor?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He pushed her gently away from him and looked her over with a fond + gaze of admiration. ‘Go, and trouble me not—you have troubled me + enough already.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have come this day to relieve you of her,’ interposed + Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Eh?’ cried Masthlion, with a mighty start at this apt and sudden + speech. His face flushed and paled under its coating of clay, and + a momentary tremor passed through him, whilst the fair skin of + Neæra flooded crimson, and her eyes fell. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page177">[pg 177]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg177"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Or, at least, to determine when your burden shall be lightened,’ + added the young soldier. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, come; no more of this, Centurion,’ returned the potter, + with a slight laugh, which had no shadow of gaiety in it, but only + nervousness and pain. But the young man shook his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be not so hasty to bereave us of what little consolation we have + of our lives,’ added the potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The bereavement need not be so complete as you seem to think,’ + said Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She and you in Rome, and we in Surrentum,’ sighed Masthlion; ‘the + severance will be thoroughly done. But it must be, and must be + faced.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What binds you to Surrentum? Come to Rome—there will be greater + scope for your talents, and fortune will flow in upon you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, yes, father!’ cried Neæra eagerly, with delight in her eyes; + ‘and then we shall be nigh—everything persuades you—you cannot say + anything against it—you know you cannot!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She caressed him, once more, in her soft, loving manner, which + never failed to fill the heart of her lover with secret pleasure, + but Masthlion put her off as gently as before. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The aging tree is not removed as easily as the young sapling,’ he + said. ‘No! this is not a fate which befalls thy mother and myself + alone: it follows all those who live long enough to see their + bantlings grow out of childhood—others have to bear it, so must + we. Go whither your duty calls you; your lives have to be moulded, + ours are not so lightly altered. And when your husband weds you, + child, you become of his station—we know better than to follow + you, to your disparagement.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You do us little honour by that speech, Masthlion,’ said + Martialis; ‘had I been of such a mean mind I would never have + suggested what I have done.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are both young, and cannot see as far as we older people,’ + replied Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am glad of it, then, if it were to see such ignoble conduct. + What say you, Neæra?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The girl’s head was hanging on her breast in painful thought. + ‘Could I be ashamed of my own parents?’ she said. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page178">[pg 178]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg178"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter’s face clouded deep and he went away to the window, + where he turned his back on the lovers, and looked into the garden + in silent reflection. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis stepped to Neæra’s side, and so they remained without a + word for some time. A struggle was proceeding in Masthlion’s + breast, and his lips were moving as he communed with himself. + ‘Shall she be told?’ he thought; ‘would she lose me, or still + cling to me? We have reared and tended her—new ways beget new + ideas—it is idle to say we will be thus and thus until the time + try us. To go, and find ourselves despised hereafter, perchance, + would be a crueller thing than to remain here forgotten and + forsaken. Must she be told? She knows nothing, or is ever like to + know—how then can it matter to her if she be left in ignorance? + But am I not selfish? Would it be just? I am afraid—it is fear; + for the knowledge would sign her relief at once. Even if she still + clung to me, how would he, a noble-born knight, take it? Yet, if + she could disown me, after all our life of love and companionship, + what is there honest or good in the world?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A half-smothered groan broke from his lips in the tension of his + feelings. He drowned it with a forced cough, and turned round. He + looked upon the lovers standing in their fond attitude. They were + a handsome pair, and the one not a whit unworthy of the other in + any degree. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, Masthlion, have you decided?’ said Martialis. ‘Have you + dismissed your suspicion from your mind? You have hurt me by it, + believe me!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Father!’ began Neæra, leaving her lover’s arms and going to him. + The potter held up his hand before her and said, in a broken + voice, scarcely more than a hoarse whisper— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No—not father!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What!’ cried the astonished girl. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A strange feeling rose through the mind of the Pretorian. He + checked it, and despised himself for it, but he could not help it; + he would have been other than human to have done so. He looked + inquiringly for more to follow from the lips of the potter, but + the latter merely murmured— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go, and leave me for a space!’ and then dropped his head, and + covered his face with his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The sight of his evident agitation was too much for Neæra. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page179">[pg 179]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg179"></a>She cast a look of + perplexity and concern at her lover, and then sprang to her + father’s side. As she did so there was a loud knock at the door, + which opened, simultaneously, to admit a brown broad-faced man + with a short stiff beard and moustache, bearing a light wallet + over one shoulder, and carrying a stout walking-stick in his hand. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page180">[pg 180]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg180"></a> <a id="toc40"></a + ><a id="pdf41"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER VII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The blow, with which Domitius Afer sought to rid himself of his + troublesome client, nigh the huge moonlit pile of the Circus + Maximus, on the night of the attempted assassination of Fabricius, + was not lacking in force, but was a trifle out of direction to + prove fatal. Had the stricken man lain without attention, much + longer than he did, it would have been sufficient to answer the + end that Afer had in view. But it was fated that a house door hard + by should open, not long after the knight had disappeared, to + allow a man to pass out into the silent street. The luckless + Cestus was, as described, lying in the shadow of the wall, whither + his patron had dragged him. He was, therefore, directly across the + very narrow sidewalk; and, the gloom of the shadow of the wall + being intensified by reason of the bright moonlight adjacent, the + individual we have mentioned did not perceive the body in his + hurry, until he was made aware of its presence by falling over it. + He straightway drew the Suburan into the light to make a more + minute examination, not having succeeded in awakening any sign of + consciousness. In passing his hand over the breast, his fingers + met a damp, clammy matter which caused him to shiver. He held his + hand in the light, and saw it was blood. The stricken man was + still warm and breathing, as he thought; so he, at once, ran back + to the house whence he had issued, and knocked loudly. The help of + the inmates was readily obtained, and the sorely wounded man was + borne inside, and laid on a bed, pending the arrival of a + physician. That person came, and practised so well that Cestus + recovered consciousness ere he left him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here is no matter of killing for theft,’ observed the leech to + the household, gathered in concern to hear his + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page181">[pg 181]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg181"></a>dictum, ‘unless, indeed, + as may be easily believed, that he was the thief. More likely a + street scuffle with some night-hawks of his own feather. ’Tis a + deep gash, but ill-aimed. He is a tough rogue, and will recover + most likely. Had he been a good, honest citizen of worth to be + deplored, he most likely would have died. But being what I take + him to be, a rascal, he will come round no doubt. I am afraid, + neighbour, you will never be requited for your benevolence.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No matter,’ responded the master of the house, who was an elderly + man, with sparse, gray hair, and a sad expression of face; ‘do + your best to effect a cure, if possible; if he lives, it may + perhaps prove a lesson.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘More likely to walk off with your valuables,’ said the physician, + as he went out of the door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Never could be such ingratitude,’ murmured the other; ‘even my + wicked, wayward boy would scarce be so inhuman; and he has + descended as low, perhaps, as this poor wretch.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus had every care paid to him, and for some days he remained + in a critical state. Then he took a favourable turn for the + better, and, aided by his robust constitution, very shortly became + convalescent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His ingenuity was very lightly taxed to explain his disaster to + his benefactor. He had refused, he said, to join a society of his + fellow-workmen, who, no doubt, had attempted to be rid of him as + being a thorn in their sides. He, likewise, hinted that he would + be in danger of his life if he remained in Rome, and that he would + take the earliest opportunity to be quit of it. As he was + accustomed to lounge away his time in idleness, the period of his + confinement did not prove so irksome as it might otherwise have + done. His benefactor learnt to come and converse at tolerable + length, when he became aware of the patient’s plausible and fluent + tongue. It was, therefore, impossible, that, speaking thus + familiarly and often, Cestus should not obtain a certain insight + into the family affairs of his host. Amongst other things, he + discovered that he owned a scapegrace son, whose misdoings were + the sorrow of his life. The great and varied knowledge which the + Suburan possessed of the outlawry of the city, enabled him to + pitch upon the erring youth as a denizen of the same notorious + locality as himself. This much he did not think prudent to reveal, + and so, at the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page182">[pg 182]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg182"></a>same time, saved the + grieving parent a far darker evidence of crime than that which he + already lamented. Hardened as he was, the old man’s sorrow and + sense of shame touched him. His narrow escape from death and his + enfeebled state, no doubt, had softened the crust about his heart. + Had he been a member of the family he could not have been tended + with more care and kindness, and this tugged at his heartstrings + likewise. He acknowledged his gratefulness, and, for the time at + least, it is certain he felt it. But, in the silent and lonely + hours of his reveries, his mind was constantly engaged in weaving + a web around his treacherous patron. It was, literally, war to the + knife. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He thinks I am dead,’ he muttered to himself, with a smile of + satisfaction. ‘Good! his awakening will be all the more sudden and + startling.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When once safely delivered out of the jaws of death, the march of + Cestus toward complete recovery was wonderfully rapid. Day by day + he made a huge stride, and, day by day, his appetite grew more and + more surprising. When at length the physician ceased from paying + his visits, the patient hinted at his own speedy departure. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Had it been safe for me to have been removed to my own home I + would not have troubled you so far,’ he said to his generous host; + ‘but I am strong enough now to bear a journey, and I will betake + myself from the city altogether.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But his friend in need bade him beware of a relapse, and advised + him not to mar a wonderful restoration of strength by premature + exertion, for the sake of a few days’ earlier liberty. Cestus + listened and took the advice, which protracted his sojourn for a + week. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His plan of action had already been resolved on from the first, + and he now made the few arrangements to carry it out. To gather + strength and harden his frame by gentle exercise he made short + excursions out of doors. The first time he did so his entertainer + tried to dissuade him, on account of the danger he ran of being + seen by his supposed enemies. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, master,’ returned Cestus, ‘there is less danger than you + think; for, in the first place, it is the time of day when those + fine fellows, who left me for dead, with a curse on them, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page183">[pg 183]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg183"></a>are all at their daily + labour. Then again, I would remind you, that my looks are altered + for the time. I am as thin and shrunken in body as an eel-skin; my + beard is two inches long; and I further purpose to alter myself + with a certain juice of a berry which I can buy for a sesterce; so + have no fear, my kind benefactor.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Now, in safe keeping in the Subura, Cestus had an amount of money + which remained of the last instalment he had demanded of his + patron, as we have related previously. A tolerable portion had + been already squandered, but the residue was enough to enable any + Roman artisan, such as he represented himself to be, to live + comfortably for a year without labouring. But, not knowing to what + exigencies the execution of his plans might bring him, he resolved + to incur no suspicion by its immediate use. He, therefore, applied + to his host, to provide him with a small loan to cover the cost of + a few clothes and the expenses of his journey. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your honour,’ he said, ‘has been so good already that I shame to + ask more from you. To take in a poor wretch—to snatch him from + death’s door—to nurse him, feed him like a brother, and with small + hope of return, is a thing that the gods will bless you for and + prosper you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Say no more,’ replied the other; ‘here is what will help you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He placed in the Suburan’s hand a sum equal to about five pounds + sterling. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Heaven reward your worship!’ said Cestus, kissing the robe of his + generous friend. ‘If I have health and strength I will repay you + this loan, as well as the cost you have been put to on my account; + but, if I could discharge the debt of gratitude as easily as the + money, I would be thankful indeed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Think no more of it,’ rejoined the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It is not too much to say that Cestus was really touched and + grateful for his treatment. He even swore to himself that he would + prove it practically, at some future time, if possible. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The first thing that he did, on getting out of doors, was to + obtain a supply of a certain kind of berry, yielding a juice which + he diluted to bring to a requisite tinge. This he applied to his + skin, and it, at once, gave him the appearance + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page184">[pg 184]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg184"></a>of a man bronzed by + exposure to the weather, whilst his thinned drawn features easily + suggested, at the same time, the effects of fatigues and + privations. Presenting himself suddenly before his host, he was + gratified to learn that the change was so great as to mystify that + worthy man for a moment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This excursion proved to Cestus how very far his limbs were from + their pristine state of sturdiness. His next expedition, with his + embrowned face, was a ramble into the Subura. He took the most + unfrequented streets, and, when he arrived at his destination, he + avoided all chance of contact with acquaintances. Sending for the + individual whom he had constituted his banker, he remained + closeted with that worthy in a retreat secure from intrusion. This + man was a tavern-keeper in the lowest part of the Subura. His + business was large, and Cestus one of his prodigal customers. Not + a coin of the money he amassed in the practice of his trade but + had been obtained by its spenders in the vocations of crime and + vice. Learned as Cestus was in the secret history of his native + locality, his knowledge was superficial compared with this man’s. + Without actually engaging in any unlawful pursuit himself he was + the confidant of all others who did. He was receptive and silent + as the grave. Without incriminating himself he aided his hideous + customers, and they, in return, bestowed on him their patronage. + His trustworthiness was his power, and Cestus had perfect + confidence in applying to him for the little help he required. The + publican was truly surprised to see his friend, for all clue to + his whereabouts had been completely lost. Cestus speedily made him + acquainted with the history of his disappearance, and wound up + with a tremendous oath for revenge. The other tried to get at the + relations of his friend with his patron, the knight, but the + Suburan only smiled and put his finger along his nose. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Some day, brother,’ he said, ‘but not now.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, well, as you please—I care little.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘All I want you to do now is to send and get to know, while I wait + here, if my patron is in Rome and likely to be,’ proceeded Cestus. + ‘I like to know where I have him, for I am going to take a holiday + with a kinsman in Puteoli until I get strong again. The sea air + will bring me round, and then + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page185">[pg 185]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg185"></a>I will return to pay + attention to my worthy patron on the Esquiline.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you intend to knife him straight off?’ inquired the publican. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph! you are not very flattering,’ returned Cestus; ‘but haste, + and let me have what I want to know, and along with it all the + cash I left with you. I shall want all I can scrape together.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The publican departed, and, in an hour, was back with what Cestus + wanted. The latter stowed away his treasure safely in the breast + of his tunic, and learned that his patron was in the island of + Capreae, in the train of the Prefect. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And when returns?’ he demanded. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is more than any one can tell,’ answered his banker. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Capreae is where Caesar dwells?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is, brave Cestus—hast ever been there?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No; but it can be seen at times, like a speck, from Puteoli. He + can’t stay there for ever.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Who—Caesar?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, you fool—Afer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Ah!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, I can bide my time,’ said Cestus, rising to go. ‘No one was + ever worth much that could not. He may rest where he will until I + am strong—and then!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Suburan shook his fist, and, bidding farewell to his friend, + took his slow way homeward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With this daily increase of exercise his body began to gather + something of its wonted firmness. His last excursion was down to + the river bank, where he took passage in a regular trader to + Puteoli. The vessel was to sail the following day, and Cestus took + his farewell of his host with many expressions of gratitude. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The voyage to Puteoli is not long, and in that most important + centre of commerce Cestus remained two days. He stayed at a public + inn, and, on the evening of the second day, he left the town after + dark, and took his way toward Neapolis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good!’ he muttered to himself, as he quitted the gates; ‘if any + curious eyes have been watching me now they will be mystified. + They may search Puteoli from end to end, and they will as soon + find my kinspeople as myself;’ the said + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page186">[pg 186]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg186"></a>kinsfolk being, in fact, + a mere fabrication as far as Puteoli was concerned. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He did not think it prudent to strain his budding strength by + traversing the whole distance to Neapolis on that night, so he put + up at the first tavern he met with, at a convenient distance from + Puteoli. The next morning he was astir early and entered Neapolis. + Here he loitered for a day, and then proceeded on a leisurely + walking tour of the bay. He ambled along through the towns and + past the villas which lined that matchless shore, drinking in the + pure air, and enjoying the scenery as far as he was capable of + doing. He had a well-filled purse, and he took his ease at his + inn, where he fed and drank of the best. He did not overtask his + strength, and every day increased it, for, indeed, he could not + have hit upon a better plan for that end. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In this way he proceeded through Herculaneum, Pompeii, Stabiae, + the most considerable towns on his route, till at length, on one + afternoon, he sat to rest himself upon the worn basin of the + self-same ancient fountain, of which we have already spoken, on + the verge of the town of Surrentum. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Houf!’ he sighed, as he seated himself; ‘and here is the place at + last! And now to find my potter!’ He sank into a reverie, and then + lifted his head and looked around him. ‘The place looks the same + as far as I can remember—it must be fourteen years since I was + here. Fourteen years! How in the name of the furies do I know what + has happened since then! Tibia, my sister, may be dead and dust by + this time—her husband too, and—and the whole lot, and then what + better shall I be? It is strange I never seemed to think seriously + of this till now, at the very gates of the place—what if they are + gone, flitted to no one knows where—Greece, Egypt, Africa, + Gaul,—why, then I shall have only the small satisfaction of + treating my patron to a taste of his own play—humph! No matter, I + shall soon know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He arose from his seat and walked a few paces onward, when he + called to a lad who was nigh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Boy, do you know a potter hereabouts, by name Masthlion—if he be + dead or alive? or——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The boy simply turned and pointed to the end of a narrow lane + which debouched close to. Cestus, thereupon, looked + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page187">[pg 187]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg187"></a>more inquiringly about + him, as if striving to recall some remembrance of the spot. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I seem to have a sort of recollection of this place—up there is + it?’ The lad nodded. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Alive?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The taciturn youth nodded once more, and Cestus walked on with his + mind considerably relieved. Once in the little street his memory + served him better. ‘Just the same,’ he said, striding into the + shop. No one being there he proceeded into the house, where he was + equally unsuccessful in discovering any sign of life. He then + tried the workshop, and, at last, stood in the presence of those + within, as we have described. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page188">[pg 188]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg188"></a> <a id="toc42"></a + ><a id="pdf43"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER VIII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The short sea-trip from Rome, and the few days’ subsequent + sauntering excursion, from the opposite side of the bay, had + served to restore the face and frame of Cestus to a nearer + approach to their native fulness of outline. Nevertheless, his + broad physiognomy was yet pinched and shrunken, and his garments + of rough woollen material hung sharply and loosely about his + diminished bulk. The artificial colouring of his skin was yet + continued, for the nature of the Suburan was cunning and + suspicious, and did not deem the distance from Rome a sufficient + reason to discard even this disguise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On perceiving the occupants of the workshop he stopped short on + the threshold for a moment, and surveyed them with as much + surprise as they regarded him. Masthlion raised his face from his + hands, and, taking one step forward, gazed at the new-comer + intently. Cestus fixed his small keen eyes on the lovely face and + form of Neæra, who, instinctively, inclined toward her lover. Then + he withdrew his glance, and, marching up to Masthlion, clapped the + potter on the shoulder with all his old swagger and assurance. + ‘How now, kinsman? How fare you after all these years? Do you not + remember me?’ cried he. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion’s heavy brows were knitted: his eyes gazed, nay, almost + glared intensely into his visitor’s face. It would be almost + impossible to describe the mixture of feelings which agitated his + whole frame. Wonder and relief were dominant, and anguish lay numb + beneath. Suddenly his visage cleared, and he clutched the arm of + Cestus convulsively, with such a grasp of iron that the Suburan + winced. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Marvel of marvels!’ he gasped; ‘what, Cestus, is it + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page189">[pg 189]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg189"></a>thou? From where? Thou + art not dead, then—the gods be praised.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I’m glad on’t, kinsman, if it hath pleased thee,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have had you in my mind every day for months past—nay, as you + entered, you were present in my mind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That was love indeed, and means a warm welcome—thanks, brother!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome—ay, welcome!’ exclaimed the potter, seizing both hands of + the Suburan and shaking them fervently, ‘the very man of all I + wished to see, and the least expected. It is the doing of the + gods—praised be the gods!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ ejaculated Cestus, just a little doubtful whether his + kinsman’s joy was altogether attributable to personal regard; + ‘and, if you will let me have my say, I am just as light-hearted + as you to find you on earth, and not departed to the land of + spirits. Luck is with you, Cestus! But how of Tibia, my sister?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did you not see her in the house?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She is breathing like yourself, then! No, I saw her not, nor any + live being, though I looked in every room. More fortune, Cestus; + for they are all just as you would wish them, even to—and this + bonny wench, kinsman. This is the little lass I saw last, as a bit + of a chit, with her doll of rags?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The same, Cestus—Neæra; she has grown,’ said Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Grown! You say true. Neæra—I had forgotten your name—come, kiss + your uncle, after how many years away, he dare not say, lest it + make him feel so old.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But the fair girl shrank back from the proffered salute, and + offered her hand instead, saying she was glad to see her uncle. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well—well!’ cried Cestus, with his loud rough laugh, ‘I will + dispense with the kiss—I will not press it. I would not rob that + young gentleman of even one; and, truth to tell, I have not a + kissing look about my figurehead. You are, at the same time, the + finest lass I have seen for many a day—I give thee joy, Masthlion, + of thy lovely daughter. And this noble gentleman, kinsman, has no + doubt come to the same conclusion long ago—you do not make us + known—he is no apprentice to thy pottery trade I can see.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A friend, kinsman—and—and Neæra’s betrothed,’ ex<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page190" + >[pg 190]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg190"></a>plained the potter, with + an askant look at the countenance of Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ho! ho!’ cried that worthy, ‘then ’tis all settled. Give thee + joy—you have won a fair jewel, sir—but you give me no name, + kinsman.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis had drawn himself to his full height, and his face was + fixed in its haughtiest aspect, on the voluble, unretiring + Suburan. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My name is Martialis; and if you are indeed the uncle of Neæra I + will take your hand,’ he said, stretching out his fingers + accordingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am proud to do so with such a free-minded noble,’ answered + Cestus, suiting the action to the word, ‘for you are of knightly + rank, I see, and as much above me as the eagle above a barn-door + fowl. Nevertheless I can wish you happiness; fortune, without + doubt, you already possess, so there is no need to wish you that.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I thank you!’ said Martialis coldly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And you! I remember you being stouter in body and whiter in face. + Whence have you come?’ inquired Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a long story, kinsman, and I will tell you at leisure,’ + replied Cestus; ‘enough for the present to tell you I have been at + death’s door, and have come to gain back my strength in the pure + air of Surrentum. I have come to tarry a season in your house, + Masthlion, if you are willing—it shall cost you nothing, save the + infliction of my company.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stop, and welcome, till you are hale and strong; but, for the + rest, I can yet afford to house my kinsman, as a guest, without + turning tavern keeper—no man who tastes my bread and salt under my + roof must pay for the same.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, as you like. I am delighted to see you, by Jupiter.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And I thee—I have needed thee, and have much to say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And I also; most especially to have my eyes gladdened with Neæra, + my fair niece—but come, there yet remains sister Tibia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, true,’ said Masthlion, going to the door. ‘Into the house! + Haste thee, girl—take thy uncle’s wallet! Prepare his room! Get + water! The Centurion will excuse thee for + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page191">[pg 191]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg191"></a>a little time. I will go + and get rid of my clay coating and be with you soon—come!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They all, therefore, left the workshop, and proceeded into the + house. The potter’s wife, in the meantime, had re-entered, and met + them. She looked curiously at the strange figure of Cestus for a + moment, and then rushed forward and embraced him, giving vent to + as many signs and expressions of astonishment and delight as her + quiet mild nature was capable of. There was, indeed, a faint + similarity between the character of their faces, but very little + between their dispositions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hark’ee, brother-in-law!’ said Cestus to Masthlion, as the latter + was withdrawing out of the little guest chamber, whither Neæra had + conveyed the appliances wherewith the traveller was to refresh + himself after his journey, ‘tell me something more of that tall + young fellow downstairs. ’Tis a gay young cock to be haunting a + potter’s house.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis a matter which has already given much trouble—nor am I yet + satisfied,’ returned Masthlion, knitting his heavy brows. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Just so; the girl is handsome, and people tattle. One of his + breed is a dangerous visitor to your pigeon-cote,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He has acted fairly and honestly, and is in haste to wed her.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Bid him wait, and be patient for a while.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What was I to do? I bade her tell him to come no more—to give her + up as unfitting. He refused, and I went to Rome to find thee.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Aha! Hast been to the great city, Masthlion, a-seeking me—well?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I could not find you, nor yet Balbus, with whom you dwelt.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">Cestus grinned.</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, it is not likely, for Balbus is not there.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I did my best; I was in despair, and could not but let things go + as they were fated. You never came nigh all these years—it was + reasonable to suppose that you were dead.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And nearly dead I have been.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even as you were entering, he was pressing me for her marriage.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page192">[pg 192]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg192"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I came just pat, did I not?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thank the kind gods you have thereby relieved me of a heavy load, + and I fear have—but that is for me alone.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But know you nothing more than the young fellow’s name?’ demanded + Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I inquired in Rome. He bears a high character.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is a citizen then. What brought him here?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is a Pretorian Centurion with the Prefect at present in + Capreae.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ho! ho!’ murmured Cestus, ‘this may be useful. I am sorry you had + your journey to Rome for nothing, kinsman; but I am not too late, + as it happens, to ease your mind. I can, as you know, help you in + this matter, and I really came with much the same business in my + head. It is a long story, and had best be entered upon when we + have a flagon of wine between us, and the women asleep in bed + upstairs.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good; that will be to-night, if you are not too tired,’ replied + Masthlion, with a sigh of deep satisfaction. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Meanwhile, fob the Pretorian off; it may, perhaps, be worth his + while—who knows?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion retired to make himself presentable, and when both men + appeared below, they found a simple meal ready awaiting them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They did not recline on couches to their food, after the luxurious + manner of the higher classes, but sat round the table in the + simple old-fashioned way. Cestus ate and drank vigorously. Nor did + his tongue remain idle. Among many things, he informed them that + he had met with a severe accident, in which he had broken some + ribs, and in consequence of which his master had granted him leave + of absence to visit his kinsfolk, as soon as he was able to move. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He had nearly all the conversation to himself. His sister was + naturally silent, and her husband was too busy with his thoughts + to speak much. As far as the lovers were concerned, Neæra’s mind + was divided between disgust at having her blissful day spoiled by + the unexpected visitor, and the disagreeable feeling of knowing + that his stay was to be more or less prolonged. Her nature shrank + from this unknown relative—his appearance, his loud, + over-confident, self-sufficient style of talk, not unmixed with + coarse wit or impertinence. He was an + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page193">[pg 193]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg193"></a>unwelcome addition to + her family circle, especially in the presence of her lover. Many a + time did the warm blood flame in her cheeks, and the fire flash in + her eyes, as the Suburan’s tongue wagged on with its accustomed + fluency; and, not the least, on account of the free and easy + bearing of the talker towards her Centurion. Thus, when at length + the Pretorian grew wearied of the pertinacity and familiarity of + these attentions, and seized the earliest opportunity of taking + his leave, the fair, indignant girl was relieved, even though the + movement was to cost her the company of her lover. Angry, vexed, + and ashamed, she laid her head on his shoulder as they stood alone + before parting. He noted the red cheeks and the clouded brow, and + he smiled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What think you of your new-found uncle?’ he said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Would he had never been better known to me than hitherto,’ she + answered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You do not like him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘How could I?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And you never before heard of him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Never; would it were the same now!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is strange,’ he muttered. These last words were not audible to + Neæra, and after a moment’s consideration he bade her bring her + father for a few words. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are angered—you are vexed at this man?’ she said anxiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He can be of no consequence to me, nor need I ever see him + again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will never come while he is here, and he may stay—oh, so + long.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We will see,’ he replied, smiling, as he took her in his arms + again. ‘But go,’ he said, rousing himself; ‘time begins to press + upon me; it will be sunset ere I reach the island. Go, bring your + father.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Lucius, what meant he when he said, “Not father!” in the + workshop?’ asked Neæra earnestly, looking up into the soldier’s + face ere she loosed herself from his embrace. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They gazed into each other’s eyes. The black piercing orbs met the + lustrous gray ones, shining with their lovelight, as if to read + each other’s souls, and then he shook his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know not,’ he said; ‘it may be nothing—it may be + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page194">[pg 194]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg194"></a>something; you will + discover in time, my beloved. Think no more of it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra departed, and brought Masthlion. Martialis proceeded to + impress upon him the desirability of fixing a time for his + marriage with Neæra. He used all his arguments, but to no purpose, + for the potter refused all negotiation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In a reasonable time you shall know, but not thus soon.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good. The next time I come I will demand it,’ answered the lover, + in some heat. ‘Farewell!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion left the room, and the Centurion, as he embraced his + betrothed, said, ‘Your father is unreasonable,—of what use is it + to delay?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She murmured something to appease him, and he finally tore himself + away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In order that she might come into contact as little as possible + with Cestus, she began to engage herself in household work + elsewhere than where he was. This she managed to protract until + near the time for retiring, which she made earlier than usual; + and, thus, was almost altogether quit of the object of her + dislike. By and by the dame Tibia thought fit to follow her + example, so the potter and his brother-in-law were left together. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page195">[pg 195]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg195"></a> <a id="toc44"></a + ><a id="pdf45"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER IX.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The fitful movements on the floor of the room overhead ceased in + the course of a few minutes, and Masthlion knew that his wife was + in bed. During the last hour his nervous agitation had increased, + and had been hard to hide; he now, therefore, hastened to put an + end to this painful state of suspense. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you too weary to talk now, Cestus; or will you that we should + wait?’ he said to his companion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I’d as lieve have a chat with thee now; in fact, I feel in the + humour. I am in rare spirits at finding everybody well and happy,’ + replied Cestus gaily. ‘Bring out the drink, kinsman, and shut the + door; what better could one wish when we are alone together?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion quickly made the required dispositions and sat opposite + his brother-in-law before the bright fire alluded to. He stretched + his arm out at length upon the table, with his fingers nervously + moving and tapping thereon, whilst he watched the Suburan pour out + some wine into two cups. Cestus’s keen perceptions had already + observed the signs of his kinsman’s inquietude of mind, and he, + therefore, became just as deliberate and phlegmatic in his + movements, following a natural bent in his humour, which, with + equal satisfaction, would have watched the torture of a Sisyphus, + or the wriggling of a maimed and terrified insect. The blaze of + the logs threw their countenances into relief—the newly-grown + shaggy beard of the Roman, and his swarthy stained skin, together + with his blunt features, contrasted with the high, domelike, + intellectual forehead, overhanging the deep-set, bright eyes of + the potter, so anxiously, thirstily bent on the calm, lazy motions + of his companion. No other light being + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page196">[pg 196]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg196"></a>present, their distorted + shadows flickered and moved athwart the opposite wall in varied + and grotesque forms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Kinsman, you are anxious,’ observed Cestus, as he slowly dribbled + the wine into his cup until the liquid bubbled on the very brim. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I own it,’ replied Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Suburan raised the brimming cup carefully to his mouth and + took a deep draught, whilst the potter hastily took a sip which + barely wet his lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes,’ continued Cestus, ‘you are anxious because you have a very + strong notion that the time has come when that rare girl, who is + warming her pretty limbs in bed upstairs, is beginning to trim her + feathers to fly from the old bird’s nest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot deny it,’ replied Masthlion briefly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, it is the way of the world. You could never hope for such as + she to escape matrimony and go on, as a maiden, all her days?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would not be likely; she is as good a child as she is fair. + The point is already settled.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well then, if she is fated to leave you with her husband, why + should it trouble you the more to see me drop in? Did you think I + was coming to carry her off? It would amount to the same thing if + I did.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are trifling, Cestus,’ said the potter somewhat sternly. ‘It + is a sore trial to be bereft of an only child at any time, but + that does not now constitute the whole matter. While she was a + child all was well, but when she found a lover it behoved me to + think that she and I were not all concerned in the matter. Had she + been my own flesh and blood she could not have been more to me. + Yet she is only a charge; and, although I thought you dead, I made + the attempt to find you. When that attempt was vain, and you + appeared so strangely and opportunely, I was agitated. I am + anxious now, but in a different way—my load of responsibility has + left me. The child is the dearest thing on earth to me, and what + touches her touches me to the inmost fibre of my heart.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And with a perfect right, Masthlion. You have reared her and + tended her, and she is yours more than anybody else’s,’ replied + Cestus, nodding approvingly; ‘up to a few weeks + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page197">[pg 197]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg197"></a>ago I knew not whether + she lived or not—whether you lived or not. You had her as your + own, and you might have disposed of her according to your own + ideas, but for circumstances, which, unexpectedly, occurring a few + weeks ago, as I say, revived in me the greatest interest in the + girl. I want no account of your stewardship, kinsman, for I cannot + claim it—it is not needed; the girl bears it in her looks. I can + neither claim any duty or affection—I want no sentiment—my concern + is of a different nature. Nevertheless it is of sufficient + importance to me to ask you to go into particulars about this + gallant who has found the way to her heart.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus imbibed another good draught of wine, and after refilling + his cup in readiness for the next, he settled himself to listen to + the potter’s account of Neæra’s lover. When he had heard + everything that Masthlion could tell him he ejaculated ‘Ha!’ and + relapsed into deep thought as he gazed into the fire. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well! what is your opinion?’ inquired Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Opinion!’ echoed Cestus, ‘my opinion is that they have already + settled the matter beyond your interference, or mine. If they have + taken such a strong fancy for each other that is enough for + sensible people.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But the youth—the Pretorian—do you approve of him?’ said + Masthlion impatiently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is a question more of sentiment,’ replied Cestus, ‘and, as + the girl belongs more to yourself than to me, I will leave it with + you—if you are satisfied I am.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One thing troubles me,’ said the potter, knitting his brows and + passing his hand across his forehead, ‘I could wish he had been + more on a level with her station—she has been humbly bred in this + house—do you not think, Cestus, there is great fear of his fancy + cooling as time goes on? He will for ever be contrasting her + simple, plain ways with those proud dames of the city, and he will + repent. Ah, Cestus, I fear he will!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ said the Suburan, shrugging his shoulders, whilst a grin + broke forth on his face, ‘she must run the chance of that + accident. Perhaps there may not turn out to be such a difference + between them after all. To my eyes she seems as good as he is, and + practice will alter her. You + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page198">[pg 198]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg198"></a>have a fancy that your + daughter may some day tire of her elevation and return to her old + ways under the same old roof.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Heaven forbid! I trust she may be happy with husband and + children.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Just so. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">I</span></span + > + have no objection whatever,’ observed Cestus calmly, ‘but there + remains + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">one</span></span + > + who might, and, until that opinion is obtained, my tall young + Pretorian must practise patience and restrain himself, even though + he burst.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How! What do you mean?’ cried Masthlion. ‘Another—you never told + me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, I did not; it was not necessary or wise at the time, which I + think is some fourteen or fifteen years ago.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion nodded, and his face betrayed the most intense + eagerness. Cestus continued coolly, ‘I brought that child to you + as a yellow-haired brat, and told you she was an orphan of a poor + workman, an old friend of mine. The story was a lie and I deceived + you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The blood crimsoned the potter’s face, and he drew up his form. + Indignation glowed in his eyes, but curbing himself, he said with + lofty reproach, ‘A lie, Cestus—that was well indeed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, don’t fluster yourself, kinsman,’ continued the Suburan, + with the utmost + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">sang froid</span></span + >, ‘it was as good a tale to tell you at the time as any. It did + you no harm, for you knew no better; nor did I dream that the + necessity would ever come that you should. You were without a + brat, so I thought you would be glad of this one. I handed it over + to you as a stray helpless fledgeling belonging to nobody, and + your mind has consequently never been uneasy.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, and the truth?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did your mind never suspect as you looked upon the girl shooting + up? Did you never wonder and say to yourself, what kind of poor + swinkers were they from whom sprang such a brave slip? Why, it is + the first thought which would have struck me, had I never known + anything about her—a tall clean-made lass, like one of their + goddesses in their temples. I have watched her, kinsman, these few + hours—she has ripened just to what might have been expected. I + have seen the turn and flash of her eyes, the working of her + thoughts written plainly on her face—her whole bearing. Did they + ever spring <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page199">[pg 199]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg199"></a>out of the den of + work-a-day folks? No, her breed will show itself. Common homespun + and ignorance cannot hide it from those that know it—but what can + you know, Masthlion, of these proud aristocrats?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Aristocrats!’ exclaimed the potter, springing from his seat. + ‘This is another deception—another of your tales!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That you will discover before very long, I hope,’ replied Cestus + drily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And her people yet live, say you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One at least—that will be quite sufficient.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion dropped back into his seat with a suppressed groan. + ‘Then if this be true I have indeed lost her!’ he said, and he + buried his face in his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis nought to grieve over,’ remarked Cestus, shrugging his + shoulders in contempt at his companion’s want of shrewdness; ‘on + the contrary, you should be in a dancing mood with joy. You have + reared up the youngster to as fine a filly as one could wish to + see, and you may well expect to have your strong chest well + lined—better than ever it was before.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell me not of money—who thinks of money!’ cried Masthlion. ‘All + the gold in the proud city of Rome itself would never comfort me + one jot for the taking away of the child. Why did you ever bring + her to me, Cestus, and then I had been spared this?—but then, if + you had not, I had missed the happiness of the child’s presence + these fourteen years.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Exactly,’ replied Cestus, seconding that with alacrity, ‘and + then, kinsman, as we have already agreed that you must lose her + whichever way it goes, it is, therefore, best to be rid of her on + the best terms. Strike the balance and you have a great deal to + thank me for. Cheer up, man; things are seldom so black as they + are painted at first. You will not be left out altogether in the + cold, maybe.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Centurion and she have already pressed me to follow them to + Rome,’ said Masthlion dejectedly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! it is the only place fit for a sensible man to dwell in. + You may be as secret as you wish, or as public as you think proper + to make yourself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should be nearer to her of a truth,’ muttered the potter to + himself, ‘and could get a glimpse of her from time to time.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page200">[pg 200]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg200"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘True again,’ cried Cestus, overhearing; ‘that is to be done + quietly at any corner of a street; but it would be well to avoid + possible disappointment and not build upon any nearer + familiarity—knights and potters don’t match very well.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know it, Cestus, I know it! But yet it would be strange if she + could forget,’ murmured Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus took another pull at his wine, and looking across at his + companion’s troubled face, said briskly, ‘Come, Masthlion, this is + only speculation; let us get to the facts! Have you anything + belonging to the girl which might serve as a token of her early + years?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion rose up without a word and left the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That looks well,’ muttered Cestus to himself, and he was once + more addressing his attentions to the wine jar when he stopped + himself. ‘No! no! be careful, Cestus,’ he said; ‘you are only an + invalid yet, and only need what will do you good. You must get + strong again as fast as possible.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion re-entered bearing a small bundle neatly and tightly + bound. He untied and unrolled the package on the table. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There, Cestus!’ he said,—‘there are the self-same things which + she had about her when you left her here. They have been carefully + kept.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The small eyes of the Suburan flashed with joy as they rested on + the contents. He lifted them up one by one and examined them. They + consisted, as the potter said, of the tiny garments of a child two + or three years old; and, in addition, there was a small bag of + soft leather, not larger than the girth of a small-sized walnut, + to which was attached a fine steel chain to encircle the neck. + Pouncing on the bag Cestus extracted a carved amulet of polished + stone. His face fairly beamed with delight as he gazed. ‘Good!’ he + said, as he replaced the stone, and put the bag carefully away in + his breast, ‘this is of the highest importance; taken together + with yourself and Tibia they are enough for what I want. And now + to let you into the secret. In the first place, Masthlion, that + rare piece of womankind who is dreaming of her lover upstairs, + owes her life directly to me, the rough bear, whose face she + declined to profane her pretty lips with.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Her life!’ exclaimed the potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing less, kinsman,’ continued Cestus. ‘The same Balbus + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page201">[pg 201]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg201"></a>whom you knew as my + master, was a man of great estates and wealth. I acted as a kind + of bailiff for him in Rome, and feathered my nest very fairly + indeed. There was a kinsman of this Balbus, a young man, and not + very well off as regards worldly goods. In the course of events + this person and myself had grown to be very intimate and + confidential over various little matters in which I had served him + on the sly. He was well born, well spoken, and well dressed—a + gentleman born and bred; but, at heart, as great a scamp as any + footpad and cut-throat that haunts the roadside. Being only very + moderately supplied with money, in his own right, his mind very + naturally dwelt upon the enormous amount which flowed annually + into the coffers of his kinsman, old Balbus, my master. It is a + weakness of human nature, Masthlion, for a poor man to speculate + concerning a rich kinsman. But this youngster had a subtle brain + beyond his years, and was not content to speculate. To wait on + chance, in his case, was, in all probability, to wait and be no + better; for, had he even been the next heir, his kinsman, Balbus, + although got into years, was hale and hearty, and as tough as + leather. That was bad enough; but what made it worse for his + hopes, he was not the direct heir. There was one life between him + and what he schemed for. That one was all the more closely and + tenderly watched because it was all that my old master Balbus had + left him. Of all his family nothing remained to him but this one + life—a daughter’s daughter; the mother, the last of his children, + had died in giving it birth, and he was left, like an old oak, + with this young slip budding beside him. That young slip, as I sit + here before you, Masthlion, is the girl who calls you father.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter sat still. His gaze was concentrated with painful + intensity on the speaker. His fingers clenched the table like a + vice, and his breast heaved and fell in a tumult of emotion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You can easily supply the rest,’ continued Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion nodded without speaking, and his head fell on his + breast. His heart swelled to bursting. He dare not trust himself + to open his mouth to utter a sound. If this was true, and he felt + it was, the figure of his Neæra’s grandparent rose in his mind’s + eye—a haughty, stern, and aristocratical old man, extending a + proffered reward and polite thanks with a lofty condescension + which could not be mistaken for any<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page202" + >[pg 202]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg202"></a>thing but a final + dismissal; and there, beside him, the child herself, in her rich + robes, seeming too full of delight at the novelty and pleasure of + her new position to think very seriously of her separation from + the old. He pictured himself refusing the proffered gold, and + turning away to go back to his desolate and darkened hearth, far + away and forgotten for ever. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His fancy was warm, and his sensibilities as keen as a sensitive + woman’s. The probability of such a scene as this, which leaped so + swiftly and vividly across his brain, was almost too much for his + nature to bear. His throat pained him, and the water seemed to + burn its way into his eyes; so he sank his head gradually lower + until his brow rested on the table. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, the rest comes naturally enough after what I have said,’ + continued Cestus, seemingly taking no heed of his companion. ‘The + young man I speak of could act the hypocrite to a nicety. He was + clever-tongued, sociable, and took great pains to make himself + agreeable to his kinsman, old Balbus, who was, in many things, as + simple as a child, so that they were always very great friends and + companions, which was a great help to the plan which had to be + carried out. It was very simple, and the first step was, as I need + hardly tell you, the making away of the child which stood in his + path. I know I cannot set myself up as a model of a man, but what + follows will show that my heart was considerably softer in the + grain than this young serpent’s, which, if it exists at all—which + I doubt—is like granite. It was bad enough to rob the old man of + the only brat remaining, for he was so wrapped up in it—used to + sport with it and tend it like a woman, and was scarcely able to + allow it out of his sight. You remember the child then, potter—a + yellow-haired big-eyed youngster, and enough to make a fool of any + man who cared for such toys. Well, kinsman, I take no credit to + myself for the part I acted. No doubt it was rascally enough, but + I have no doubt in my mind whatever, that what I did, although + unconsciously, was the means of saving the girl’s life and + position. Had I refused the temptation of his bribe, some other + tool would have taken my place, and would have carried out his + instructions to the letter, which were to strangle the youngster, + drown it, cut its throat, smother it, or anything to silence it + for ever.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page203">[pg 203]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg203"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The monster!’ exclaimed Masthlion, raising his head and + shuddering with horror; ‘and but a youth too?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Only a youth,’ replied Cestus, ‘but with a serpent’s head. As I + said, we had grown to be very confidential on account of some + commissions I had quietly done for him, and he gradually began to + sound me with a view to getting my help in his operations. He + found me willing, and we soon came to terms. I was to kill the + child, and he was to give me a very handsome sum. Where he raised + it I don’t know, but that did not matter. It required no small + amount of patience and skill to get the child away without notice, + and weeks passed ere I was able to do it to my satisfaction. There + was no use in doing the thing desperately so as to leave the least + suspicion. A favourable time came at last, and I managed to take + the child away without attracting the least attention; but I could + never make up my mind to kill it, so I left it in secret and safe + hands for a few weeks, and then begged leave of absence to make a + visit. That visit was to you, and it was to bring the child here, + where I never thought to see or hear of her again. I told a tale + to my young master—how I drowned the child out of sight in a + marsh, and he was satisfied; and remains so, as far as she is + concerned, to this day. So far all was well. There was not the + slightest suspicion attaching to us. Balbus went nearly out of his + mind, and money, without end, was spent in searching after the + lost brat. My young master was foremost in the hunt, of course, + and I have heard the old man bless him many a time. Not a little + of the wasted money went, as I know, into his purse at last; for + it grew to be a common practice for cunning rogues to say they had + found the whereabouts of the child, and then demand a price. It + was freely given, and of course ended in nothing but + disappointment. After some time my young master got this business + transferred entirely into his own hands, and all such discoveries + were left to him to deal with. I have reason to believe he + invented a good many of them himself, and always took the best + part of the money into his own fingers. And so he waited until the + old man should die; and has waited until now, because he has not + the pluck to finish the business promptly, and get the old man out + of the way as well as the child. Had he had as much courage as + cunning, he might have been rolling in the wealth of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page204">[pg 204]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg204"></a>Balbus these ten years; + but he cannot screw up his pluck, so he dallies on, and hopes for + old Saturn and his scythe to help him—the fool! His prudent + farming of the funds spent in searching for the lost one has + considerably improved his stock of money; but the matter of late + years has almost died out. Balbus went to dwell on his country + estates, and took me with him. About six months ago I received a + letter from my young master, begging me to repair to Rome to see + him. I readily got leave and went to his house. He gave me a + commission to execute, which he professed to be very secret. + Whilst on my way one night late, in a lonely part of the city, + whither I had gone on his account, I was beset by a gang of + ruffians, and left for dead. There was life, however, left in me + when they had done, and, as luck would have it, I was picked up + and taken charge of. I since have discovered that the whole was + only a cunning plot to remove me and my knowledge out of the + world. I have been all this time recovering, and here I am. Balbus + is a saddened old man, but hale. My young master walks about, + relieved in the thought that he has cleverly got rid of me, who + knew enough to utterly confound him. He shall be disagreeably + surprised. You, kinsman, will befriend me, as well as my sister + Tibia. These few traps will confirm the matter. The girl will get + her own again, and I shall be revenged on a paltry, white-livered + knave as ever stepped the earth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus ceased, and a long pause ensued. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is all this truth, kinsman?’ said Masthlion at length. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That you shall presently know beyond all doubt,’ replied the + Suburan. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It seems all so strange to think that my Neæra should prove to be + nobly born.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The grandchild of a senator, no less!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah me!’ sighed the potter dejectedly; ‘then are we parted + indeed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That question of difference, between the Centurion and her, will + trouble you no longer, kinsman,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing will trouble me now concerning her, except that I shall + never see her more; she has passed beyond my care, alas!’ said + Masthlion, with deep emotion. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page205">[pg 205]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg205"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take a draught of wine, kinsman,’ observed Cestus; ‘it is a + wonderful balm for scratched feelings.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion, with a sad smile, filled up his cup—‘I drink to the + child’s happy restoration and her future welfare;’ and he added, + after a pause, ‘May she be tended as lovingly and tenderly as she + has been under this humble roof.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will drink to that with pleasure,’ cried the other; ‘restored + she shall be, without doubt, but, for the rest, I cannot say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They both drank and set down their cups, and Cestus remarked that + it was time he was in bed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough for to-night; it has given you something to ponder over, + and we can have some more to say presently. But, until the time is + ripe to act, potter, you must keep all this secret. Not a word to + the child, or to your wife, until fit time.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will not,’ answered Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Swear it, kinsman, for we may have to wait long yet.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I never broke my word,’ said Masthlion proudly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough; then I will trust to you,’ said Cestus. ‘Roll up those + traps and keep them safe; and, on your life, breathe not a word to + a living soul. Good-night!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus departed to his pallet bed upstairs, but Masthlion remained + sitting before the fire for a long time in deep reflection. The + small hours arrived, and his wife awoke to find her husband still + missing from her side. She stole downstairs to find him musing and + sighing, deeply and heavily, from time to time. The fire had + smouldered down to a few red embers, and the room was chilly; but + the heartsore man did not know. His wondering wife’s hand on his + shoulder roused him, and he followed quietly to bed, but not to + sleep. Tibia saw instinctively that something was wrong, and she, + just as swiftly, ascribed that something to her brother; but, + failing to gain anything satisfactory by her inquiries, she wisely + allowed the matter to slumber the while. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page206">[pg 206]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg206"></a> <a id="toc46"></a + ><a id="pdf47"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER X.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Dusk had already fallen on island and sea, when Martialis returned + to his quarters at the villa Jovis. He had departed in brilliant + spirits, and with the brightest anticipations; but the latter had + not been realised, and his mood had suffered. The untimely and + unexpected advent of the Suburan had been by no means welcome; + added to which, the failure of his purpose to exact a settled + arrangement for his union with Neæra had further irritated and + annoyed him. The parting caress of the laughing, lovely girl had + hardly relieved his chafing spirit, and the journey home was + performed at a prodigious speed both by land and sea. The violent + exertion allayed the sting of his feelings, but his mood was far + from smooth when he saw and lifted the ill-fated missive of + Plautia from the table, where the slave Lygdus had finally left + it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His first exclamation, as he read its brief lines, was + contemptuous and irritable, and he threw the paper impatiently + back on to the table. In another moment curiosity had its turn, + and he lifted it again for a further examination. The handwriting + furnished him with no clue to the writer, and he was equally at a + loss to imagine who could have occasion for summoning him in such + a mysterious manner. He remained in doubt whether he should give + the anonymous epistle any further attention or not; but his little + chamber seemed oppressive to him, and his ruffled thoughts + inclined towards any occupation which might relieve and turn their + current. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He scarcely thought it necessary to arm himself; but, being in + utter ignorance of what kind of entertainment he was invited to, a + moment’s reflection told him he had best be on + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page207">[pg 207]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg207"></a>the safe side. He, + therefore, put on a light, flexible cuirass under his tunic, and + took a sword, of the usual short, straight Roman pattern, under + his cloak. Thus prepared he once more took the way down to the + south landing, glad to be quit of his dark, cheerless rooms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The white rock, which Plautia had specified, was one she had + particularly noticed on her way from the boat. It was of chalky + formation, and was embedded in the side of a craggy eminence, + around which the rough path wound on its way down to the narrow + little beach below. This eminence, which was an irregular spur of + a hill, was very rough, and thickly covered with trees and + underwood of all kinds, thus affording an excellent shelter, + which, in accordance with our story, had already been taken + advantage of. On the other side of the footway was only a narrow + strip of green turf, fringing a precipitous descent to the sea + below. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Night had now quite fallen, and the young moon shed a hazy light + from its narrow crescent. The Centurion paced leisurely onward, + keeping instinctively on the outer edge of the path, and from + under the shadow of the rocks and brushwood which walled in the + land side. He was well muffled up in his large cloak, and, whilst + his hand kept a ready grasp of his sword beneath, his eyes + maintained the keenest scrutiny of every object and shadow as he + paced along. Not a sound nor a movement, except the light fall of + his own feet on the short mossy turf, broke the perfect repose of + the spot, and he had now arrived opposite the mass of white chalk + or limestone in question. Concluding that this was the appointed + place, he stopped and waited, whilst he cast a curious glance + around. He looked and listened in vain for a few moments; there + was the faint murmur of the sea below, and the fitful breath of + the night breeze ever and anon, and that was all. ‘Um!’ he + muttered doubtfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As he spoke, something moved out of the black shadow of a thicket, + and stood partly athwart the ghostly white face of the chalk rock. + He perceived, by the flow of drapery on the form, that it was a + woman, and surprise and wonder took more possession of him than + ever. He remained motionless for a space, and finding that the + strange figure did not move, he + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page208">[pg 208]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg208"></a>stepped forward two or + three steps; upon which the mysterious shape drew back into the + dark shadow of the thicket whence it had appeared. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This is the white rock,’ said the Pretorian; ‘who wants me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As his voice fell quietly on the calm air the female figure came + forth and confronted him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Martialis!’ said the voice of Plautia, with a faint tremor in its + rich tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He started and scanned her keenly. ‘That is my name,’ he replied + ‘Was it you who bade me come? I seem to know your voice. What can + you want with me, and who may you be?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Accept the grateful thanks of Plautia for your kind and ready + obedience to her wish.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Plautia—you—here! And yet I was sure of the voice!’ he muttered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She put back the hood of her cloak, and turned her face to him + full in the light. He surveyed, indeed, to his intense + astonishment, the beautiful face of the adventurous damsel; and, + although the feeble rays of the thin moon overlaid with their own + wan paleness the tell-tale tints of her rich flooding cheeks, they + rather, on the other hand, lit up the liquid brilliance of her + dark eyes. Her white hand stole from the folds of her cloak, and + rested gently on his arm. Young, high-spirited, warm and + impressionable, the look and soft touch of this lovely woman + thrilled him through in despite of himself; but his lips closed a + trifle closer, and his form stretched aloft almost imperceptibly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, ’tis I, Plautia!’ she murmured, with her haughty head + drooping downward, and her hand falling from his arm at the same + time. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am wonderstruck!’ he said in a colder tone; ‘in the name of + heaven, Plautia, how came you to be in such a spot as this—such a + place as this island?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No matter how, Centurion; I am here—that is enough.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But yet it is incomprehensible—have you been here long?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did you come alone?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page209">[pg 209]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg209"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have said it is enough that I am here, Centurion; you will not + oblige me to ask you not to be so uncourteous as to question + further?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am, to a certain extent, responsible for the careful guard of + this island retreat of Caesar,’ he replied rather grimly, ‘and the + unexpected presence of a stranger on its Argus-eyed shores renders + me naturally curious. Scarce the flight of a bird to or from these + rocks passes unnoticed—much less the arrival or departure of an + individual without authority.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How know you that I am here without authority?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Because were it otherwise, it is more than likely that I should + have become acquainted with the fact; and because no honourable + woman would openly seek the polluted air of this island. You + cannot have known this—or you have been misled, most likely. If it + be so, quit the spot without delay, for it is fraught with danger + to such as you. Did you send for me to help you? It must be so.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No. I know all you tell me. I am here in secret.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If you are sure of that, it mocks our watch and ward. But rest + content that you cannot hope to remain long without discovery, in + whatever nook you have found; at least you will tell me one + thing—whether you have been decoyed here, or whether you came of + your own free will.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of my own free will.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is extraordinary—some matter of huge importance must have + impelled you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of the most vital importance—to me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why then have you summoned me, a comparative stranger to you and + your affairs?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you begrudge me the time and trouble?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thus far surely not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have no fear that I will interfere with your duty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! Then I am at your disposal.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The breast of the lady heaved and fluttered unwontedly; her native + characteristics of haughty self-possession had given way to an + unusual tremor and discomposure; and this in the presence of a + Centurion only—a simple soldier. She whom the crowd of the highest + and mightiest in Rome + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page210">[pg 210]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg210"></a>had dangled around, + without causing her cheek to change its hue or her heart to throb + a whit the faster. Then, as if a sudden shame for her weakness + flashed across her mind, she drew up her ample form, and braced + her quivering limbs, at the same time raising her countenance to + his with an effort at her accustomed imperious nonchalance. But it + proved an empty piece of bravado which she was unable to sustain. + The young man, despite his expectant curiosity, remained + motionless, cold, and unsympathetic, and she shrank again before + him, with trembling joints and down-dropped head, like a leaping + wave from the hard stern face of a rock. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The uncertain light was friendly to these signs of perturbation, + and shrouded them so far from his observation, as to merely + impress his mind with the idea that they were nothing save the + symptoms of a little hesitation. A slight noise among the rocks of + the hillside struck their ears, and they both turned to listen. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What was that?’ she whispered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But all was as quiet as the grave; it might have been nothing but + an animal displacing a stone as it prowled in search of prey, and + thus Martialis replied. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come more into the shade,’ she said hurriedly, laying her hand + once more upon his arm; ‘some chance passer-by may see us here.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He followed her a few paces into the shadow of the brushwood which + lined the path, and, at the same time, carelessly threw his cloak + from his right shoulder, so as to leave his right arm free and + unhampered. It was a significant action to the initiated, and + seemed to say, that his explanation of the probable cause of the + slight noise in the bushes was not exactly in accordance with his + inmost conviction. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The quick eye and wit of Plautia perceived it, and she said + reproachfully, ‘Are you afraid, Centurion? You are armed!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She had, in passing her hand over the folds of his cloak, felt the + hilt of the sword which he held in his grasp underneath. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have a weapon with me, truly,’ he answered; ‘but as to being + afraid, I think I may say I am nothing more than + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page211">[pg 211]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg211"></a>cautious, as we soldiers + are trained to be. You must surely admit, Plautia, that I am + neither blamable nor foolish in preparing myself somewhat; for, + when a man receives a request to meet an unknown person, in a + mysterious manner, after dark, in an unfrequented spot, he is only + acting prudently when he does as I have done. It might have been a + throat-cutting assignation for all that I could tell. There are + even some persons who would not, probably, have cared to attend at + all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But you know now who has brought you—do you think that I would + lead you premeditatedly into harm?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No! I know of no earthly reason why you should do such a thing. I + have certainly never done anything to merit your wrath or revenge, + and such a thing could never enter your mind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is not a soul here but you and I, and it was to be thus + that I asked your presence. The toil—the danger is on my side, + believe me, Centurion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whether it was the shade in which they stood gave her increased + confidence it would be hard to say, but her low rich tones grew + steadier and more fervent, and both her white hands sought and + clasped themselves upon his brown sinewy fingers. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, Centurion, the toil and the danger,’ she repeated, speaking + rapidly and fervently; ‘you saw me land last night, and in what + company.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Last night!’ said Martialis, starting. ‘What—was it you who came + with that——?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No other—I and my slave dared and endured even the contact of the + wretch, and thus obtained a landing, in secret, on this haunt of + Caesar.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis withdrew his hand from her enclosing fingers, and placed + it in his bosom with a haughty gesture. She reared herself up at + this eloquent movement with a flash of her imperious fierceness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What! Do you think that I came as one of the train of that vile + slave of Tiberius? I, Plautia!—do you think it? Speak, Martialis!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be the easier and more probable thing to believe that + Plautia had embarked in ignorance of her fellow-voyagers,’ + returned the Centurion calmly. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page212">[pg 212]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg212"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yet why did you draw from me?’ she said fawningly; ‘it was even + as you say. It was an expedient arranged by another for landing on + the island, and I simply followed my instructions, knowing nothing + further. It has achieved my purpose—here I am!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are in the tiger’s lair, and the man who conducted you hither + is a creature of Caesar, and a vile reptile who fattens on his + patronage.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He dare not break his trust, knowing who gave him his charge.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I can guess who that same person is; nevertheless it does not + abate my opinion one jot. I dare swear your secrecy will be hardly + worth the name in a few hours—perhaps even now. There is no trust + to be put in such a wretch. Lose no time in putting the straits + between you and the island, let me commend you. Whatever business + has brought you hither, despatch it at once—this night should see + you away if possible.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have no fear.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Because you are ignorant of the danger you stand in. To such as + you, of all people in the world, the pestilential air of this + island is fraught with dire peril.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I care not, for I am with + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">you</span></span + >.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your position admits of little jesting, believe me,’ said + Martialis, in a voice which exhibited an amount of stern + impatience; ‘you are wasting precious moments—I am here at your + request: let me know in what I am to serve you, and I will at once + answer whether I can be of help. Were the hand of Caesar to drop + upon us now you would find your safeguard in as sorry a plight as + yourself. That you know right well, Plautia, and you delivered the + raillery with effective gravity. I neither ask nor desire to know + the cause of your extraordinary presence in this spot, but my + apprehension certainly is that you wish me to assist you to + leave.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your apprehension is wrong,’ replied the Roman beauty, in low, + nervous tones, barely to be heard; ‘I came hither impelled by a + feeling against which it was impossible to strive. It urged me + through the hideous fatigue and disgust of the voyage hither, and + it upholds me, undismayed, at the presence + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page213">[pg 213]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg213"></a>of danger. You impress + upon me that I am beset with dire peril. It may be so—I can well + believe it; but I am careless of it. Fear I never knew, and in + this hour of all it can find less room than ever in my heart.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her head sank down, and her murmured words seemed to struggle with + her hurried breathing, begot by a state of extreme tremor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion knitted his brows, and, for a few moments, he + remained in silent embarrassment. The deep shade of the thicket + was friendly to his companion, and shrouded the outward symptoms + of her feelings from his glance, but what his ears drank in was + sufficient to make his mind uneasy and suspicious. He had really + been under the impression that his companion’s presence in the + island was probably due to some affair of intrigue, and, indeed, + if her explanation had not seemed to so fully confirm the + protection or connivance of Sejanus, he would at once have arrived + at that conclusion, from the well-known fact of her intimacy with + him. In expectation, therefore, of some political plan or plot in + which she required him to join, he had been anxious to bring the + interview to an end, being utterly averse to entangle himself in + anything of the kind, or even to run the chance of being + discovered in her company. But now he was as little disposed to + force the matter to a conclusion, as before he had been anxious, + and, in uncomfortable doubt, he began, very naturally, to chafe + for having allowed himself to be so carelessly led into such a + position. Had he only been prudent enough to consider, he might + have at once concluded that nothing but mischief lay planted + between the lines of an anonymous letter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But the lady vouchsafed no other speech, and, anxious to appear + quite unconscious of any particular purport in her words, he + hastened to break the silence, in an assumed manner of artlessness + and lightness, which is often used, alike to stave off an + unpleasant subject and to play with one as delightful. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fear, I am well assured, is a weakness unaccustomed to your + breast,’ he said, ‘and, if I gather rightly from your words, you + confess to be in subjection, no less than the rest of your sex, to + the passion which they say rules feminine nature. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page214">[pg 214]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg214"></a>Nevertheless I wish, on + this occasion, for your own sake, fear had tempered curiosity a + little.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Curiosity!’ she returned with passionate scorn; then her voice + sank to its former nervous intonation. ‘And yet I said false, + Martialis, when I boasted of my fearlessness. I thought I was + proof,—thus far without it, and now, lo, it has found me out.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No! no!’ she continued rapidly, as he uttered some halting + commonplace, ‘not business of Prefect, nor of Caesar, nor yet + whim, nor curiosity, but only my heart and thee, + Martialis,—Lucius! Have you not seen? Do you not see?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Plautia——’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It might have been months ere Rome could see you again. The city + seemed void. I loathed it. My house seemed turned to a dungeon. My + occupations palled upon me. I was weary, and everything was + distasteful. I was no longer mistress of myself, and where my mind + dwelt, thither I was fated to follow. What could stay me? Not toil + and fatigue, nor yet the risk of the lynx-eyed warders of this + rocky hermitage of Caesar. Where the will is there is the way, and + what were a thousand times the obstacles in the way of mine? I am + near thee, Martialis—I have accomplished my purpose. I have come + and I confess to thee the reason, and I a woman. To you the world + would apportion the voice, and to me the silence; but I own no + law, no guide, but you and the promptings of my own heart. I have + broken the cold forms and rules which bind a woman’s unsought + secret within her breast, even at the risk of her life. I make no + excuse—I crave no pardon. Wherefore should I hide the truth? Could + my lips alter it, or you blame it? You cannot chide me. Am I less + a woman now than before? I have bared my heart to thee, Martialis, + but it is still a woman’s, and it has never bent to any sway but + yours.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Could the young soldier’s senses have been more subtly stirred had + he been a mariner of old, rousing himself in his idly-floating + boat to listen to the fatal, sweet ditties of a siren song + stealing into his ears through the tranquil, yellow mist of + evening? + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He felt his hand imprisoned tightly within the warm grasp of her + soft, white palms. Her breath played upon his cheek, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page215">[pg 215]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg215"></a>and the gloom of their + leafy shelter could not hide the shadowy, star-like lustre of her + eyes close upturned to his. His ears drank in the rich, thrilling + tones of her voice, quivering, like her glorious form, with excess + of passion. The delicate perfumes of her attire welled around him, + and invaded his faculties like the very essences of her + overpowering loveliness. The touch, the eloquent motions, the soft + abandon of this creature of superb womanhood: the strange, + bewitching phenomenon of her haughty imperiousness sinking into + the overwhelming flood of passionate love and tender submission + beglamoured his mind. His senses seemed overcharged. As one might + seek relief from a choking sensation, he reared his head + backwards, with a deep, noiseless breath, and swept his eyes + athwart his shoulder round the sea and star-lit heavens. + Extraordinary and dream-like as his whole experience of that night + was, it was no illusion, such as he began to think it might be. + There was the horned moon, bright and tranquil in the dark sky; + and there was the track of its silvery radiance dancing on the + softly-rippling waters below. The night-air, too, palpably rustled + the leaves around his head, and a soft, velvety touch at that + moment quivered through him. It was the delicate pressure of her + ripe, warm lips on his hand. It awoke the Pretorian to himself and + brushed away the brief mist of sensuous sweetness which had + enthralled him. To have remained wholly indifferent to such a + passionate revelation of the loveliest lips—to have rested unmoved + by the soft contact and surrender of the richest wealth of female + beauty Rome could show, would have been to renounce all in common + with human nature, even on the part of one bred with the + phlegmatic coldness and self-possession of a northern clime. But + Plautia had cast herself before one born to the same native + characteristics of ardent and impulsive blood as herself, though + not perhaps in an equal degree of intensity. With his pulses yet + tingling he recalled, by a flash of thought, all the evident signs + of pleasure and satisfaction with which she had hitherto greeted + his presence when chance had thrown them together for a brief + period. Her relaxed haughtiness, her glances and smiles were now, + it seemed, only too well fraught with real meaning. Her excuses + and pretexts for companionship, and a hundred little arts, which + had never caused + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page216">[pg 216]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg216"></a>him more thought than an + amused gratification, down to the latest evidence of all, in the + gift she had sent to the camp, were now supplemented and concluded + with a startling explanation. In common with the rest of Rome he + had admired her magnificent beauty of face and form, and, by a + most natural process of a man in love, he had as often criticised + her by the standard of the maiden enthroned in his heart of + hearts. He ever found the contrast, morally and physically, to be + wellnigh complete. As before, but now with tenfold more vividness, + his mind spanned the intervening distance and dwelt upon the fair + girl he had left but a short time before. It acted like the sudden + transition from the oppressive glow of a tropic dream steeped in + narcotic odours, to the waking freshness and cool relief of a + breezy dawn. Neæra’s image, ever ready to his invocation, rose + before him in its changeless purity and sweetness, its noble + dignity and calmness, and purged his spirit of the grosser + intoxication which burdened it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + While yet his mind was agitated by such fleeting emotions and + reflections, it was vaguely burdened with pain and dread, on + account of the vehement nature of the self-willed woman before + him. He was simple and chivalrous; and as he thought how she, who + could command so much, had dared everything to follow him to this + spot for the sake of an unfortunate attachment, his heart ached + with pain and pity—all the more as she was doomed to + disappointment. The only return she could accept he was unable to + make, and the fact of his entire innocence brought him no comfort. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Such was the main current of his thoughts in the short pause which + followed on the passionate words of Plautia. In his simple, + soldier way, he would rather have been summoned to face a legion + single-handed than be under the necessity of administering the + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">coup-de-grace</span></span + > + to the dearest hopes and wishes of a woman. Her posture was at the + moment half-reclining against his breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are cruelly silent,’ she murmured in his ear. ‘Shame! Would + you have me say more?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have done me great honour—great and unexpected,’ he answered, + stammering with embarrassment; ‘but I was not prepared to meet + such a surprise. If I am confused there is + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page217">[pg 217]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg217"></a>an excuse for it. I + thought—and yet, no—I do not know. That I should have held such + place in your regard is almost beyond my belief, and I should be + little surprised to discover that Plautia is beguiling a tedious + evening with a frolic. If so, I shall laugh with as much zest as + herself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘O brave frolic for a shallow wit!’ she cried vehemently; ‘and how + am I to go about to convince thee, if thou hast not already been + convinced? Do I merit no worthier words than those, Martialis?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I made no assertion,’ said the Centurion. ‘If I am answerable for + my utterances just for the time, I probably meant no more than to + point out more effectively my feelings of astonishment and + incredulity as to what has befallen me this night.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But that has passed,’ she said, in a low voice, and inclining + herself again closely to him. ‘Though surprised, Lucius, why + unbelieving? Can it be so beyond belief? Had you been hideous, + deformed, and as vile in mind as person,—a base negro, or Numidian + slave, it had been then time to wonder! But thank the gods for + being what you are—then why do you so undervalue yourself? Have + women the eyes of bats and hearts impenetrable as granite? Have I + not said enough? Would you have me plead? No—you cannot!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What of my brother Caius?’ said he, with a sterner accent in his + voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What of him—why, what of him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He loves you—nay, more, he is infatuated with you. It is public + knowledge.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And am I to blame? Can you reproach me? I have never wished it + nor desired it. I have scorned him. I would have driven him away + from me, but he would not be driven. Can I help his misfortune? It + is impossible. It must be a task for himself. I can never love + him, nor can he demand it, nor any force compel me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You say true. If it be his own misfortune to love without return + there is no law or force to help him. The same law, Plautia, + stands good between all. Poor Caius! there are more than himself + in the same unhappy plight.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion gently withdrew his hand from beneath hers, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page218">[pg 218]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg218"></a>and, turning half aside + toward the sea, folded his arms across his breast. Her hands fell + down before her, and her eyes contracted on his profile. The deep + gravity of his manner alarmed her and grated ominously on her + mind. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But you are in no such wretchedness?’ she said, with painful + earnestness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I—no! the gods be thanked, far from it,’ he replied quickly, + almost lightly and gladly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then why speak so meaningly? Such a common truth hardly needed + it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He did not respond, but remained stolidly gazing over the cliffs + upon the sea. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Will you not speak?’ she said, after a pause. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He turned upon her and took her hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Plautia, I would you had never come to this spot. It had been + better if you had never left home. Return at once. Let me see you + safely away, this night if possible.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her face grew as ghastly white as the limestone rock bathed in the + moonlight, and a deadly sickness seized upon her heart and numbed + her faculties for a moment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You wish to be quit of me—you spurn me!’ she cried, catching her + breath. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I wish to seek your safety and—and, Plautia, it is impossible + that I can love you,’ returned he, wringing the tardy words out of + his heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She caught her hand away and struck it against her breast, and + reared her form aloft in a moment’s ominous silence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have demeaned myself, then,’ she gasped, ‘to a man without a + heart. I have stooped myself, most likely, to be the butt of a + guard-room, and thence of the city—O miserable, weak, blinded + fool!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + No tornado ever broke more fiercely and suddenly on a peaceful + landscape than the fit of fury on the dull torpor of her + disenchanted mind. Shame and the keen anguish of disappointment + resolved themselves into a whirlwind of rage. It choked her voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fool—fool!’ she reiterated hoarsely. Her jewelled hand caught at + the drapery about her throat, and rent it away from the gleaming + beauty of her neck and wildly heaving breast, as if to relieve a + horror of suffocation. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page219">[pg 219]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg219"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not so—not so, Plautia!’ cried the startled Centurion, ‘you wrong + yourself and me—you have demeaned yourself in no way—you have + honoured me with an affection it is out of my power to return. + Your secret shall be ever sacred with me. As to my heart, Plautia, + it pains me too sharply for the unhappiness it would have avoided, + but cannot. All the love it can hold is given to another.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To another—another woman! Who is she?—Where is she?—What is her + name?’ was demanded, with something of the manner of a tigress. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have never known her, seen her, or heard of her, and to speak + of her will do no good.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I will know!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You may know some time hence, but it is to no purpose now.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She gazed at him for a moment with a furious glance, her head + thrown back, and her figure drawn up to its utmost height. Then, + strange to tell, in the next brief second every strained fibre of + her body seemed to relax, and, with a kind of hysterical gasp or + sob, she fell on his breast and gave way to an uncontrollable + burst of weeping. Her brief madness, burnt out by its own + fierceness, and departing as rapidly as it had come, had left her + at the mercy of the reaction, drained of strength and weak in + spirit. Nor was the expression of her changed mood of helpless + wretchedness in any degree less accordant with the vehemence of + her nature. Her frame was shaken with convulsive violence, and the + Pretorian was enabled to contemplate another phase of the volcanic + passions which had hitherto lain hid, to him at least, beneath the + crust of her calm unruffled haughtiness. The frenzied storm gust + had startled him, but the sudden drop into the depth of hysterical + woe and feminine weakness quite unmanned him. He had witnessed the + anger of men and the weeping of women ere now, but here was a + revelation. His heart turned chill at suggesting the hate of the + lava-blooded creature on his breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was useless to attempt to stop or soothe the tempest of her + feelings; like her wrath it was too fierce to last very long. It + began to abate in a few minutes, to the intense relief of his + agitated mind. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, Plautia, courage! This is too terrible—courage!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page220">[pg 220]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg220"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His voice restored her, and she lifted herself at once from his + bosom with the same proud mien the world knew, as if the teeming + moments had thoroughly purged her veins clear and cool of the + riotous fires of passion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You say well,’ she said, with stoical coldness. ‘My miserable + part being played—I will return.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To the opposite shore? It must be—I will try to aid you,’ he + began, with alacrity at the welcome change to action, however + hazardous. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No!’ interrupted she; ‘to my lodging at the old wine-grower’s + hovel. I have brought you here to-night from, perhaps, a more + pleasing occupation. Accept my thanks for your patient indulgence + of a foolish woman’s folly. More I cannot suffer you to undergo; + much less the loss of your night’s repose, in the dangerous + operation of smuggling me away from here, in direct opposition of + your duty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is nothing,’ he returned. ‘It would be more to the point if + I could impress upon you the danger of your sojourn here. I have + been the unfortunate, although unwitting cause, of your presence + here. That gives me grief enough without the fear of further evil. + As soon as the moon sets, which will not be long, I——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, Centurion, I will do as I have said. Be the consequences on + my own devoted head—I care not. I absolve you from all blame on my + account, therefore be at rest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is sorely against my will,’ he said sadly, for he could not + but feel a new and softened regard for her as one result of the + night’s experience. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is in full accordance with mine,’ she replied; ‘nay, leave me + to go alone, for it is but a few hundred yards. I wish it. + Good-night!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She gathered her drapery around her, and, stepping out into the + path, proceeded in the direction of Tucca’s dwelling with all her + accustomed stateliness of gait. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After her disappearance, the Pretorian yet lingered on in deep + reflection. The soft seductive spell of her beauty, and the + delicate perfumes of her person still lingered in his senses, and + his mind was full to its uttermost with speculations on the fate + of such passions as he had seen displayed that night. He pondered + on the transformation of the haughty, unemotional + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page221">[pg 221]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg221"></a>lady of indolence, + luxury, and refinement, into the daring, undissembling woman of a + secret assignation; and tried to realise her despair by + endeavouring to picture his own, had his love for Neæra been as + misplaced. So, with a mind saddened and agitated, as to bode ill + for his night’s slumber, he turned slowly away, at last, in the + direction of the villa Jovis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the sound of his footsteps had died away, there was some + rustling in the thicket above the spot so lately occupied. + Creeping cautiously downward over the rocky surface, a man reached + the edge of the road, and, peeping out, satisfied himself that the + coast was clear ere he stepped boldly forth. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis all right, Prefect, the road is open—the play is over, and + the actors have clean departed,’ he said aloud. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then let us begone likewise, Afer, in the name of the furies,’ + returned Sejanus ill-temperedly enough, as he reached his + companion and stretched his cramped limbs. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, it is quite certain that the Centurion has been more highly + entertained than ourselves,’ responded Afer drily; ‘but unbidden + guests must take their chance. In the meantime, let us fix such + scraps of speech, as did reach our ears, firmly in our memories, + and exercise our ingenious fancies in supplying matter to fill the + vast gaps in the scene. It will be just as amusing as the + original, and the lovely Plautia will correct it if necessary.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I’m agreeable, if you will undertake to obtain the correction + yourself from the damsel,’ snarled the Prefect, brushing his cloak + with his hand. ‘I think the result would repay any such trouble.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘At least you have proof of the sublime virtue of your Pretorian,’ + continued Afer; ‘that must be gratifying. Such a marvel of + resolute integrity could fearlessly brave a host of Sirens, + without stuffing his ears with wax as did Ulysses. Ill-starred + Venus dashing herself against this incorruptible Adonis!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Now the better time, therefore, for you to persuade her to turn + to warmer sympathies for consolation,’ remarked Sejanus + sarcastically. ‘The Centurion has followed his own idea in a + matter which will never offer itself to your choice, and it is of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page222">[pg 222]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg222"></a>no further consequence + to you or to me either. But as to the lady herself, she must go + to-morrow night, and you must contrive to acquaint her with that + fact early in the morning. I will arrange about the means of + departure. If she fails to obey and keep within-doors till she is + bidden to come forth, she does it to her grievous peril. Give my + cloak a brush with your hand, Afer, and let us be off.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page223">[pg 223]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg223"></a> <a id="toc48"></a + ><a id="pdf49"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XI.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia walked homeward with a sweeping haughty step, leaving her + head and face exposed to the dim rays of the moon as if + contemptuously careless of risk. When she reached the middle of + the dusky orchard which flanked the dwelling of Tucca, she stopped + short, with her head cast down, as if struck by a sudden thought. + It may have been a cruelly acute flash of reflection piercing her + pain-drowsied mind with spasmodic rigour, for, the next moment she + sank on her knees with a smothered groan, and thence on to her + face, with her arms outstretched and her hand clutching the turf. + Here, in the solitude and silence of the night, the most dread + hour for unhappy thoughts, she lay prone and helpless in the very + lap of mental torture. Every external condition was absent which, + in the light of day, might have lent distraction and relief. Her + face, buried in the mossy turf, was dry-eyed; nor could the + stinging pangs of wounded pride arouse a momentary diversion from + the horrible oppression and stupor of despair by a fit of frenzied + rage, to which her inflammable nature was at all times prone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The time flew on. The moon sank nearer and nearer to the horizon, + and was suddenly swallowed up in a craggy mass of cloud, rising + and spreading upward from the western sea. It moved on swiftly and + massively. Myriad after myriad of bright stars disappeared behind + the hurrying edge of its pitchy mantle rolling onward, in a + serrated line, from north to south. Before was the fast narrowing + expanse of glittering radiance; behind the unfathomable blackness + of Erebus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fitful, but louder murmurs swept up from the sea in place of the + gentle uniform breathing of the early night, and the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page224">[pg 224]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg224"></a>darkling waters shook + with a brisker frolic of dancing frothy combs, and dull shimmering + streaks and flashes of phosphorescent light, as if exultingly + waking to the dim watchword of a twinkling storm spirit. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Still Plautia remained motionless, as if bereft of life. The + gathering gloom of the outer air had thickened, amid the grove, + into inky blackness impenetrable to the eye. The tree stems and + boles were entirely obliterated, as well as the shape of the woman + lying prostrate amid them, steeped in oblivious anguish. A sharp + short gust of wind swayed the invisible branches above, and dashed + noisily amongst their leaves; after which a lull, and a dreamy + rustling, as in the calm depth of a summer night. Then came the + fierce rush of a blast roaring amongst the branches and bending + them over as with the flattening pressure of the hand of a Titan, + whilst a whizzing tempest of rain and hail swept along in company, + and made its shrill rattling on the leaves heard amidst the + bluster. It made its way freely through, and fell, with its icy + coldness, on to the bare head of her beneath. It roused her. She + lifted her head; and raising herself slowly, so as to lean upon + her hands, she gazed stupidly into the Stygian blackness which + enveloped her. The roar of the storm filled her ears, whereas her + last remembrance was of the calm stars and moonlight. Her mind + re-asserted itself, and recovered from the bonds of its + torture-bed for the present, as from a dread nightmare. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Shivering, she raised her chilled limbs from the ground, and, + pulling her cloak around her head, she stood, amid the roar and + dashing of the elements, striving to pierce the darkness and + determine in which direction to grope her way from the grove. + Failing in this she stooped to feel for the narrow footpath worn + in the short grass. She was successful, and, assuming that the + storm proceeded from the open sea, and consequently more or less + from the direction of Tucca’s cottage, she commenced the tardy, + troublesome, but necessitous process of following up the path, in + the face of the wind, by the assiduous touch of her fingers, in a + stooping and sometimes creeping posture. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When she had gone a few yards in this toilsome manner she caught + sight of a glimmering light. It disappeared, and she called at the + top of her voice, but the furious roaring of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page225">[pg 225]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg225"></a>the wind amid the trees + rendered her tones inaudible to herself. The light reappeared much + closer, and as she saw it coming to meet her she stopped. It + proved to be carried by the ancient husbandman himself, attended + by her faithful slave, a woman of middle age. Tucca held the + lantern as much under the shelter of his sackcloth storm-cloak as + was possible, in order to save its feeble flame from the wind; and + as it barely gave light to their feet, and their senses were + pre-occupied with the bluster of the elements, they failed to + perceive the form of Plautia standing motionless in the path + awaiting them. Speaking being useless, the latter stayed their + steps by laying her hand on Tucca’s shoulder, so much to that + individual’s sudden consternation that he very nearly dropped the + lantern. Turning the struggling candle-rays up to her pale, stern + face, he heaved a sigh of gratification, and, scarcely waiting for + her sign to return homeward, he doubled on his track with + alacrity, being too well satisfied already with his experience of + the night. To cover the short distance to the house was a labour + of no small difficulty in the teeth of the tempest. The light was + extinguished at once, but that was of no consequence to the old + man, who knew as well by night as day every inch of the homestead, + where he had passed the whole of his lengthy days. Plautia held to + his shoulder, and her cloak was gripped by her slave, and, in this + manner, they gained the cottage, with their garments dripping and + their faces smarting with the wind, rain, and hail. As soon as her + voice could be heard, Plautia’s attendant began volubly to testify + to her delight at the success of her expedition, in which she had + almost compelled the grumbling Tucca to join; but Plautia curtly + checked her and called for some wine, which she drank copiously. + Tasting a mouthful of food she then retired to her room, followed + by her faithful retainer, who would have given her chance of + freedom to have had her burning curiosity satisfied as to the + errand of her mistress that night. But the pale, pre-occupied, + stern face of the lady, together with an ominous, fretful + impatience of manner, daunted her, so she proceeded in silence + with her duties of disrobing and preparing for rest. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia lay and tossed the night through, till nearly dawn, in + sleepless wretchedness. The shrieking of the storm around + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page226">[pg 226]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg226"></a>the creaking, shuddering + cottage seemed a fitting accompaniment to the incessant gnawing of + her bitter disappointment, and it was long ere sheer exhaustion + brought an uneasy slumber to her relief. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A loud knocking at the outer door of the house awoke her. She + could scarcely realise that her eyes had closed at all, and sat up + to listen. The narrow little window, near the ceiling, was faintly + luminous with the struggling light of very early day, and, though + the wind was still high, it had palpably moderated. She could hear + the loud, regular snore of Tucca within, as yet undisturbed by the + early caller, whoever it might be; and it was not until the + pounding of the door had been repeated thrice, that the + slumberer’s voice was heard demanding the name and business of the + visitor. Plautia’s suspicions were keenly excited, and she rose + from her pallet and placed her ear to the crevice of the door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who is it, and what do you want at this time?’ asked Tucca. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Open the confounded door and see!’ was shouted in reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is it you, noble Zeno?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is, noble Tucca.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The bar of the door was undone, and Tucca said, ‘I thought it was + your voice, good Zeno—come in, but don’t speak so loud lest you + waken——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia could hear no more, but she easily supplied the remainder + of the speech. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is just what I came to do,’ returned the other; ‘I am grieved + to do it at such an unseasonable hour, on such an unseasonable + morning, as well for my own sake as hers, but I have no option. + Go, knock her up, and tell her who waits to speak with her. While + you are doing that I will keep the cold out with a drink of your + best, Tucca.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia heard the old man remove the trap-door, which covered the + steps descending to his cellar, and upon his return he came and + tapped at her door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well!’ she asked. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please you, noble lady, I am loth to disturb you, but I am + bidden to it by Zeno, Caesar’s steward, who has come to have + speech with you, and waits even now.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page227">[pg 227]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg227"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + These words caused her an involuntary thrill. Martialis was right, + and she felt that she had been betrayed. Her suspicions were + confined to a very narrow range, and the angry flash of her eyes, + and clenching of her hand upon her bosom, were eloquent + indications which boded ill for Tigellinus. Her native + dauntlessness impelled her instinctively to adopt a bold, + unshrinking policy. A woman of weaker nature would probably have + been tossed and whirled hither and thither amid the eddies of + shuffling timidity, and finally stranded on the doomed reef of + hysterical stubbornness; but Plautia’s high spirit rose with + danger. The recklessness of unhappiness and despairing thoughts, + moreover, is a stimulant which is apt to outrun calm fearlessness + into temerity and bravado. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell Zeno, Caesar’s steward, to come again at a more fitting time + of day,’ she said loudly and peremptorily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Greek heard, and, approaching the door of her apartment, + answered for himself in the softest and most persuasive of his + tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have to crave your pardon, most gracious lady, for the untimely + interruption to your sweet slumbers. But, alas! I have no option + but to obey my instructions, which were to have a few words with + you on behalf of Caesar.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I will come.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She quickly enveloped herself in a loose mantle and stepped forth + into the main apartment, where Tucca had lighted an oil lamp to + assist the gray, uncertain light of dawn. The old man himself was + down on his knees, vigorously blowing at a fire he had placed in a + brazier on the hearth, whilst his wife was invisible in the depths + of the sleeping box or crib, opening from the other end of the + room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno had withdrawn more into the centre, and saluted the + appearance of Plautia with an obeisance of extreme deference. It + partook of the profound humility offered to an oriental potentate, + and had the dexterous Greek searched the world through he could + not have found a more perfect incarnation of haughtiness than in + the youthful beauty before him, who trod the earthen floor of the + hovel in her deshabille, as if she were a Semiramis clad in + splendour and stepping to her throne of state. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page228">[pg 228]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg228"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She regarded him for a few moments with a gaze such as a sovereign + might have fastened upon a trembling wretch waiting for judgment. + Zeno, having recovered from his deep inclination, stood with his + head slightly bent and his eyes cast down to the floor with an + expression of respectful attention. He was of that race so + notorious in the Imperial city for its matchless facility and + address in framing its face for all occasions; and it cost him no + more effort to play the lowly vassal to the imperiousness + confronting him, than it did to assume the petty tyrant among the + frightened scullions of his household. His dissimulation, at the + same time, did not interfere with the indulgence of an amount of + personal vanity before the eyes of a lovely woman. He posed his + slender figure in its most graceful attitude, and turned his face + in the best light for the display of its symmetrical beauty and + soft complexion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are sent by Caesar to me?’ began Plautia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am, gracious lady; I am the steward of his household,’ replied + Zeno, in his softest voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘And a Greek?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">Zeno bowed.</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of Athens,’ said he. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You must be mistaken in coming here to me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was bidden to come to Tucca’s cottage and address myself to the + noble Plautia, newly come from Rome,’ was the bland response. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Most strange! How could Caesar know my name and my presence + here?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know not, lady, nor seek to know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am a stranger to Tiberius in every way. There is no more about + me and my business now, than there has ever been to concern him. + What can he want with me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is in Caesar’s heart Caesar’s servants dare not seek to + know. To hear is to obey. But the ruler of the world has a heart + for every one of his subjects; why then should Plautia, one of the + most beautiful, be surprised at receiving the Imperial notice?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia smiled in lofty scorn, but the gravity of Zeno’s face was + unmoved. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Say, then, what you have to say without further question,’ said + she. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page229">[pg 229]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg229"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My master’s own lips bade me say that, having heard of your + arrival, it was neither to his credit nor to his own satisfaction + that so lovely and accomplished a visitor to the island of Capreae + should be allowed to remain lodged in the hut of a husbandman,’ + said Zeno, sweeping his hand and eyes round with an expression of + disgust and contempt; ‘he therefore despatched me, at the + earliest, with his greeting, and instructions to convey you to the + villa Jovis, where you may command such attention as befits your + position, until you think fit to bring your visit to Capreae to a + close. May it please you, therefore, to attire yourself, that + Caesar’s bidding may be fulfilled as quickly as possible, and that + your gracious self may be rid of this vile place. The morning is + stormy, but the rain has ceased, and a covered litter waits + outside, in which the slaves will bear you under the shelter of + the palace roof in but a few minutes.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You may return at once to the palace, and tell Tiberius that I + thank him for the proffer of his hospitality,’ said Plautia, in + the same calm, lofty manner; ‘but my stay in Capreae is so short + that this cottage will amply suffice for my accommodation for the + remainder of the time. I am no less grateful to him, however.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward’s face assumed an expression of deeper gravity than + ever—of palpable sorrow indeed. His fingers restlessly played with + the hem of his cloak during a few moments of silent hesitation, + and his eyes moved uneasily from one object to another, until at + last they rested, with an appealing look, upon the face of Plautia + herself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To do as you tell me,’ he said,—‘to return to the palace, leaving + you here, would prove my instant disgrace and ruin.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What have I to do with that? I sought not to have anything to do + with you or your master.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I crave your pardon for speaking of my unworthy self,’ said Zeno + humbly, in a lower tone. ‘It is indeed of little consequence what + happens to me; but if Plautia will understand me, what I sought to + impress upon her was, what she probably fully comprehends already, + that Caesar’s word must be fulfilled at the cost of anything and + everything if need be. I dare not return without you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Which means that my desires were never meant to be + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page230">[pg 230]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg230"></a>consulted—that your + orders were to take me, willingly or unwillingly,’ said Plautia + disdainfully. ‘Why did you not deliver your mandate at once, + without all this false mockery of deference?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, no, by your leave, gracious Plautia, neither mandate nor + mockery!’ cried the Greek, who seemed struck with horror at the + idea. ‘I should deserve to die like a dog if my clumsy tongue had + caused you to harbour such a thing in your mind. I should be flung + from the cliffs had I dared. Ah no, therefore, I beseech you in + mercy to your servant, dismiss those fatal words. Deference and + homage are the natural prerogatives of Plautia; and is it + possible, that a nameless slave could make a mockery of what will + flow sincerely from Caesar himself? No, it cannot be!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Psaw!’ uttered Plautia, impatiently turning from the histrionic + abjuration of the steward. ‘Whom have you with you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She swept to the door, and, unlatching it, looked out upon the + dismal landscape. A raw, cold wind dashed in her face; the trees + tossed and waved, and the foam-streaked sea and sky seemed to + mingle in a cheerless, dismal hue of gray. Under the lee of the + cottage was a covered litter set down, whilst a dozen or more + slaves were huddled close by, making the most of their rough + woollen cloaks and the shelter of the friendly wall. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The half-closed eyes of the Greek followed her, and his lips + curved in silent laughter. As she stepped back he sprang to close + the door for her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A few slaves only,’ he said apologetically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I expected to see a gang of Pretorians with swords and chains,’ + she replied, with as much sarcasm as her hauteur would admit. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno suffered his humility to make bold with a smile, which + disclosed his white teeth. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah no!’ he softly said, ignoring the biting allusion to swords + and chains; ‘I and my slaves had the better fortune. Centurion + Martialis and his Pretorians would have been as rejoiced as I am + to have had the honour of escorting you, but they have privileges + enough, without robbing your humble slave of a grateful task; they + are even now hard at work with + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page231">[pg 231]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg231"></a>their exercises, as is + their custom, within the walls of the villa Jovis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is enough that I am to go with you, most worthy steward,’ + returned she coldly. ‘You have more than sufficient force with you + to compel me, as well as to guard me, if need be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her mention of the Pretorians suggested to the Greek the artful + introduction of the name of Martialis, and he raised his eyes to + her face with an unconcerned glance to try and discover some + effect of his words. But he was totally disappointed, and she + retired at once into her own apartment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + During the colloquy the ancient Tucca had contrived to allow the + fire to retain his attention, blowing a few puffs now and then to + excite the sluggish flames, and piling here and there an ember, + being to all appearances absorbed in the task. As the door closed + upon the Roman beauty he turned up his shrivelled, leathery + countenance toward the Greek with a leer, which seemed to + extinguish his eyes in the dirt-engrained wrinkles of his face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Worshipful Zeno!’ he chuckled, rising from his knees and lifting + his filthy hands in exceeding admiration; ‘worshipful Zeno!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is all fair and smooth now, old wine-presser,’ returned Zeno + in a guarded voice, giving him a playful buffet on the shoulder in + high good humour. ‘What a high and mighty goddess it is! Why, the + granddaughter of old Tiberius up yonder is a mere cottage girl to + this! But the villa is a rare mill for such! She leaves Capreae + soon—ha, ha!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And you know how I helped you?’ rejoined Tucca. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Truly!’ replied the other, and he went to the door and signed to + his slaves. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Returning, he finished his wine, and then paced thoughtfully up + and down the floor till the object of his care should make her + appearance. In a few minutes she entered, attired for her short + journey and followed by her female slave. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am ready,’ she said briefly, and Zeno opened the door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The litter was set down opposite, and his hand drew back one + curtain, whilst a slave, on bended knee, drew back the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As she set her foot inside a whining voice bade her ‘A fair + journey.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page232">[pg 232]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg232"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, I forgot!’ said Plautia, turning back to the cringing Tucca + in the doorway; ‘here is payment for my lodging.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By your leave, gracious Plautia, not a sesterce!’ interposed the + vigilant Zeno; ‘he shall receive his due.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, from me—Caesar may add what he please!’ rejoined she + haughtily. ‘Stand back—I would speak with him!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They retired a few steps at her bidding, and she held out a gold + coin toward the old man. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here—this for your trouble!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He clutched the shining piece in his filthy, horned fingers with a + grasp of surprise and delight, and thereupon she added in a lower + tone, + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have betrayed me, wretch!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I—most bounteous lady?’ he exclaimed, starting. ‘Not a word—not a + whisper, or may the gods strike me dead at your feet!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His wavering glance wandered from her stern, penetrating eyes to + the form of Zeno, who stood apart with folded arms and frowning + gaze fixed upon him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—no! May the gods strike me dead at your feet!’ he repeated. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough—I shall know—and beware!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She turned away from him feebly iterating, and without more delay + entered the litter and reclined therein. The slaves lifted her up + and proceeded on their way, at a pace, which was somewhat retarded + by the company of her faithful attendant, who walked by her side, + and without whom she refused to move one yard, in spite of all + Zeno’s efforts to the contrary. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The bleak morning wore on, but was as yet young when Afer, cloaked + and hooded against the raw, blustering weather, knocked at the + door of Tucca’s dwelling, and demanded to see Plautia. When the + grimy, greasy wine-grower explained her departure to him, with + much obsequious cringing, the knight was so incredulous that he + stalked into the hovel to examine for himself. Finding the state + of the case to be as related, he desired to be informed whither + the lady had gone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I did not inquire—not I,’ said Tucca cautiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Went she alone?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Well—no!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘With whom, then?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page233">[pg 233]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg233"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Her slave was with her.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And no one besides?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well——’ drawled Tucca. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, be speedy!’ cried the knight impatiently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There were others, most illustrious, for certain, + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr233"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">but——’</span> + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you dare to play at words with me? What others?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Slaves!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What slaves, and whose? Must I beat it out of you, wretch?’ + angrily quoth Afer, taking a step toward the reluctant husbandman. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caesar’s, most worshipful!’ cried Tucca, hastily retreating a + corresponding step; and then he continued, in a whining tone, to + bemoan the hard fate which delivered him and his house over to the + anxieties and responsibilities attached to the visits of + nobilities and highnesses. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As he whimpered and hoped he had not said as much as might bring + him harm, Afer swept past him, with a contemptuous exclamation, + and left the house. He pursued his way through the town, toward + the villa of Mercury, which crowned the hill overlooking the north + Marina. Climbing the ascent, he entered the gates of the palace, + and sought the Prefect in an inner apartment, with the freedom of + a favoured confidant and friend. Sejanus was alone and busily + engaged in writing. He nodded to a couch, and bent his attention + again to his writing. His stylus continued to move busily along + for about a quarter of an hour, during which period Afer’s + attention was divided between his own thoughts and schemes and the + absorbed countenance of the minister bent over his work. Then the + latter laid down his stylus, and, reading over his epistle, closed + it up and sealed it. Then he put it in the bosom of his dress, and + left his seat. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well,’ said he, stretching himself and yawning, ‘now I am at + liberty; so let me hear of your business. You are late, so I + presume you have already followed up last night’s folly. In what + sort of a humour did you find the fair Plautia this morning after + her repulse, and in what sort of humour did your tact and + eloquence leave her?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have not seen her,’ replied Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wherefore! You are remiss, Afer,’ rejoined Sejanus, with a slight + wrinkle of his brows; ‘it was somewhat im<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page234" + >[pg 234]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg234"></a>portant, as I hinted. + You ought to have gone at your earliest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have been. I have come straight away.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How then—is she sick and bedfast?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No; the matter has been taken out of our hands, and all trouble + spared to us—she has already taken flight.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said the Prefect, with great gusto, ‘that’s well—nothing + could be better! Sensible woman!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But she has not gone alone, I find.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How then—has my Centurion changed his mind?’ demanded the + commander, with a tone of disgust. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No; but some of Caesar’s household visited her and escorted her + hence before my arrival.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Phew?’ whistled the Prefect softly. He rubbed his chin slowly, + and they gazed at each other for a few moments in silence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ha!’ ejaculated Sejanus, regarding the bare wall opposite and + still smoothing the lower part of his face, ‘this is taking the + load off our backs most effectually.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis as good a way as any for you, Prefect, though not perhaps + for the sweet lady herself. She is in excellent keeping.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, let us hope so—it must stand as our Imperial master has + arranged it, at all events. She has only her headstrong folly to + thank for her fate. She cannot say but that she had ample + warning.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The fact, nevertheless, remains, that with her subtlety and good + looks, she may worm her way into the Imperial favour, and be + pleased to make mischief if she be so inclined.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hm!’ said Sejanus, ‘we will see. Come! Tiberius has arrived at + the villa above and I go to him at once. If he should open his + lips to tell us anything of this it would be as well to be truly + astonished to hear it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You would not be very prudent to play a part, Prefect,’ said Afer + drily. ‘If Tiberius has had such prompt information of the lady’s + presence, depend upon it there will be not much more that you or I + could impart to him. The best course will be a candid one, without + any disguise.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Disguise, Afer!’ ejaculated the Prefect scornfully; + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page235">[pg 235]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg235"></a>‘am I a truant schoolboy + fearing the rod of the pedagogue? What atom of concern is it to + me? Had she been mine, and of interest to me, I would have + demanded restitution from Caesar himself, and he would not dare to + retain her. I will tell him all, or little, or nothing at all, + just as I am inclined. Go, bid the people prepare and we will + start.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page236">[pg 236]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg236"></a> <a id="toc50"></a + ><a id="pdf51"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Things were changed in the small household of Masthlion. The same + daily routine proceeded, but it was carried on under the + depressing shadow of a cloud which darkened the brow of the + potter. He was no more than human, and transient shadows had been + there before; but, in the memory of the two females who shared his + home, never such an unwelcome symptom of abiding care as that + which now haunted their eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was their self-imposed autocrat, and it was natural that the + gloom of his mind should be reflected on their own, just as the + landscape takes its hue from the skies. Their sleepless + solicitude, rooted in tender love, outweighed even the + fear-quickened service of the trembling slaves of Caesar; and + never was man less exacting in his demands upon such a boundless + store of devotion to his needs, or yet more innocent of direct + effort or intention to deserve it. It was the simple tribute to + his nature, which bore not a ripple of vanity or self-sufficiency + to break the unruffled flow of his cheerful serenity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Living in the full gratification and contentment of mutual + affection, he yet never suspected the depth of reverence which lay + rooted in the minds of the two women and sanctified their love. He + was incapable, by nature, of arriving at such a pitch of + self-consciousness. His was the disposition which would have been + the touchstone of a termagant’s foul humours, and a standing + invitation to her persecutions. Fate had blessed him in averting + such misery by giving him the companionship of two gentle natures + the reflex of his own. The current of existence in his own nest + had, therefore, been uniformly calm and quietly happy, even + through his early struggles. Bitter reproach, the frequent adjunct + of poverty and privation, had no + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page237">[pg 237]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg237"></a>existence in his poor + house, for Tibia, his wife, was too devoted and worshipping to + harbour an adverse thought. Nor was there any ground, had she been + so minded, for he had toiled like a Titan, and ever maintained his + native cheerfulness. The trial of those days had long passed, and, + with a surer footing and a better competence, the child Neæra had + come to fill the void in their childless home. She needed little + of the example and training of her supposed mother to follow in + the same path of devotion to the potter. His nature asserted its + sway over her mind and heart, and they were inseparable companions + from the first. Indeed she cared for no other when he was by, and + even in her childish ailments would suffer no other nurse than the + rough-handed, toil-worn man. Often he had been brought out of his + workshop to the side of the child’s pallet, after his wife had + exhausted all arts and contrivances to soothe her fretfulness; and + it was strange to see the sudden composure steal over her as, + begrimed with clay and the furnace, he took up his place beside + her and clasped her tiny hand in his. And yet, perhaps, not so + much to wonder at, when one perceived the tenderness which welled + in his dark, deep-set eyes, and crooned in the soft, soothing + tones of his voice, as it poured into her eager ears some tale of + wonderland. Of such superlative divinity is the gentleness of + strength. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The trouble of Masthlion’s mind was borne, in obedience to his + nature, silently and patiently, but was none the less evident to + the keen anxious eyes of the women. Always devoted to his + workshop, he now passed more time than ever in its smoky walls, + rarely appearing save for meals. He spoke little and his look was + absorbed; but, many times, Neæra caught his glance resting upon + her with a haggard expression which smote her with poignant pain. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + All this upon the simplest reasoning was ascribed to the influence + of Cestus—because the change was simultaneous with his appearance + in their midst. It was hardly possible to make a mistake in the + matter. Tibia, at least, was certain. We have seen her stealing + downstairs, to find her husband sitting, steeped in grief, before + the cold ashes in the brazier, after his first interview with his + brother-in-law. She had subsequently endeavoured to obtain an + explanation from him, but, though his heart ached as well as + feared to tell her, he was obliged to + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page238">[pg 238]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg238"></a>preserve his promise to + Cestus, and undergo the additional pain of bearing his trouble in + secret. Nor was she any more successful when she applied to Cestus + himself, who, with his usual readiness, disclaimed all knowledge, + and in fact looked rather surprised. Thus she was constrained to + remain with a disagreeable shadow of a mystery hanging between her + and her husband—the first experience of the kind since their + companionship; and, perforce, in such a position as rendered her + painfully helpless to give him any sympathy and help whatever. + Neæra’s concern for her father, on the other hand, was mixed with + a guilty feeling which pricked her sorely and would not be argued + away. Those glances, which she caught at times fixed upon her, + seemed full of reproach, and were well-nigh insupportable. To her + exaggerated fancy they seemed to say, ‘Look what you have done! + Thus have you repaid my love and care by your wilfulness.’ In this + way she connected his trouble with her relation to Martialis, and + no more bitter conclusion could be arrived at, since it placed in + direct antagonism the two beings she most loved on earth. She + reflected how gradually and reluctantly the potter had given way + to her betrothal. How, at first, he had almost absolutely refused + to listen at all; his journey to Rome, and final, tardy + assent—given, as she felt sure, not because he approved, but + because he had not been able to discover any tangible ground or + excuse for objection. But, she further reflected, even then, at + the worst, his anxiety took no such dark shape as at present. He + never avoided her, as he appeared to do now, to her unspeakable + sorrow. Then he conversed freely and without restraint on the + matter, and, if more anxious and earnest at times, he never + entirely lost his customary cheerfulness. It was with the arrival + of her uncle from Rome the change had at once become manifest, and + one day, when alone with the Suburan, she taxed him with it, and + desired him to explain the coincidence, if possible. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Now it happened that Cestus, in the course of his sojourn in the + house, had yielded to a feeling of admiration for the beautiful + girl, which was really sincere; and the feeling of respect which + accompanied it was not only derived from consideration for the + future, but actually due to her qualities themselves. He had very + early changed his customary, bold, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page239">[pg 239]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg239"></a>impudent manner of + address in her presence, and relieved it of as much vulgarity as + possible, with the effect of gradually lessening the aversion with + which she at first had regarded him. He took pains to still + improve the position, and with success. His fluency of tongue and + natural ability for description stood him in good stead; and Neæra + began to incline very readily to hear him talk to her about the + great city and its people—a subject of which he was a profound + master. One day he made her a gift, and, as he had the tact to + make it unostentatious as well as seasonable, it was very well + received. Thus, artfully, and by degrees, her early repugnance to + the Roman was conquered, to the latter’s genuine satisfaction. He + secretly took a profound interest in her, and was never tired of + observing her ways. It gave him pride to reflect what an important + factor he was in her career, and to think that, save for him, such + a beautiful creature had been entirely lost to the world. These + feelings were inspired and lifted beyond mere mercenary and + selfish considerations by the same native superiority, which + seemed to command his deference, and assign her to a higher + sphere. Nor did the effect of his intercourse with her end here. + Her beauty and purity were unconsciously leavening the dark depths + of his mind, and quickening unaccustomed thoughts with a new + spirit of nobility and refinement. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With these influences silently at work, the time which the Suburan + was spending, in his sojourn under the roof of his relatives, was + productive of more good, even morally than physically; whilst + Neæra’s presence easily reconciled him to the lapse of time which, + as day after day passed on, seemed to bring him no nearer to the + proper accomplishment of his great end. Whatever kindly + metamorphosis was taking place in his thoughts and disposition, + that one resolution which had brought him hither suffered no + change or modification. It rose superior to the rest—the gloomy, + immovable mountain of his mind, to the dark bosom of which all + meditations tended and circled, and beyond which speculation never + ventured a step, as if existence had there an end. One of his + favourite excursions was to the nearest headland on the western + coast, whence the island of Capreae could be seen afar resting in + the waters. There he would sit and gaze upon its rugged + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page240">[pg 240]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg240"></a>outline; amusing himself + by imagining the movements of his patron, hugging himself with + delight, and chuckling audibly, as he conjured before his mind’s + eye the fancy picture, oft-repeated, of the confusion, the rage + and despair of the knight, on that joyous day of revenge, which + was hurrying on. At such moments, which were very frequent, the + Suburan’s blood would tingle in his veins, and his spirit chafe in + vehement impatience at the tardy approach of his wished-for + opportunity. He would stretch forth his fist and shake it, in + helpless wrath, at the rocky isle which afforded his enemy an + asylum, and where he himself was unable to enter,—nor dared, had + he the opportunity. So often as he felt impelled, though against + his reason, to the same fruitless survey, so often the island + seemed to mock him with its changeless form, its very sloth amid + the waters, its silence, its impenetrable rocks and impervious + mystery. It emitted nothing from which he might glean a reliable + idea of the disposition of affairs within its jealous bosom. He + could do nothing but gaze at the irritating sight with a kind of + fascination, and anathematise it, with all it contained, from + Caesar downward. His cunning and vigilance were helpless, and he + was compelled to realise that nothing was left to him but patience + and watchfulness. As long as Afer remained in Capreae he could not + work out his plan. He was, therefore, eager and anxious for every + appearance of Martialis from the island, in the hope of learning + of the early departure of the Prefect and his friends for Rome. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was revolving the possibilities of such an appearance one + afternoon, whilst lending Neæra some assistance in carrying a + basket of new earthenware into the front shop, and arranging them + on the shelves. When he had finished, he leisurely swung his cloak + around him before he set forth on his usual stroll to the Marina, + and admiringly watched the graceful movements of the maiden’s tall + figure, as she put the finishing touches of arrangement to the + wares on the shelf above her head. With a final, critical glance, + she turned round and met his gaze. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well,’ she said smilingly, ‘are you not gone?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was doubtful which way to take,’ he replied; ‘but if you have + anything more for me to help you with I would as lieve stay.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page241">[pg 241]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg241"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, nothing at all; but wait one moment, uncle,’ she added + quickly and softly, whilst her face at the same time assumed an + earnest look as if struck by a sudden thought. ‘Tell me what ails + my father?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As she stood upright, with her head poised a little backward, her + stature equalled his, and her calm, gray eyes looked full into his + own. With another questioner, those small orbs of his would have + twinkled keenly, as his tongue rapped out a ready evasion or + bantering retort. But now they wandered to the pots on the + shelves, during a moment of unwonted embarrassment and silent + indecision. It was only for a brief moment, however, and his + glance met hers again. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What ails your father, Neæra?’ he said quietly; ‘I don’t see that + he ails anything. He seems as sound in health as ever, to my eyes. + Why, what is the matter with him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That I am asking you—not as regards his bodily health; that is + sound enough, as you say, thank the gods. But there is some + trouble—something preying on his mind: have you not noticed it?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am sorry to hear you say it,’ replied Cestus, slowly shaking + his head; ‘but I am not so well acquainted with his ways and + humours as you are.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He has no ways and humours,’ she retorted swiftly, with a slight + but significant rearing of her form—‘at least no strange ways or + humours. He is ever open, cheerful, and light-hearted, without a + shadow of ill-humour. Now he is silent and gloomy, and hides away + from us—what is it?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was a tremor in her voice, and in the eyes, which still were + steadfastly fixed on his face, he saw the trembling gleam of + tears. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, how should I know better than his daughter?’ he said, + looking uncomfortably at the pots once more. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘His daughter knows nothing save this, that this trouble, whatever + it may be, which weighs upon him, began at the time you came here + from Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, then,’ said Cestus, shrugging his shoulders and drawing a + deep breath as if relieved, ‘if that is but the measure of the + evil, it is easily mended by my shouldering my wallet and tramping + back to Rome. You should have told me this before. I wouldn’t be a + burden to the house, and be the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page242">[pg 242]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg242"></a>cause of bringing a + shadow on your pretty brow for all Surrentum.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah! I meant not that,’ she said hastily, with a delicate colour + flushing her cheeks. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He shook his head, and his broad face expanded still more with a + grin. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I’ve noticed that you usually say what you mean, Neæra; so tell + me now plainly to go, nor shall I be offended at your plain + speaking.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If you put that meaning on my words you are wrong, and I ought + not to have spoken them. What I thought was, that you might have + brought him ill news, or something which weighs on his mind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I! why I have not seen or heard from him for fourteen long years! + We might as well have been dead all that time. What could I have + brought with me to trouble him? Like enough, it is as you say. + He’s bothered to have a ne’er-do-well about him and his. I’ll try + and find out; and, if ’tis so, I’ll march straight away.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I remember that he was strangely overjoyed to see you,’ replied + Neæra, gazing steadily at him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And without doubt he was, for he is too good-hearted to be sorry + to see even a vagabond like myself turn up again. But I will do my + best to try and find out the trouble and move it, and, failing + that, move myself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If you are so determined to find yourself in fault I cannot help + it, since you will not believe what I say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The best of guests can outstay his welcome; what then must it be + with me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As you will,’ ejaculated Neæra curtly, and she turned again to + the pots on the shelves with great dignity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus grinned and his eyes twinkled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘At least you couldn’t deny that if I went to-day you would feel + as if a load was off your shoulders, and you would sit down to + your supper with a better appetite.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You know that is not a fair way of speaking, and I shall not + answer,’ she said, turning round with reproof in her eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well! well! I am not so foolish as to expect that I can be like + one of yourselves in the house,’ he replied, not caring + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page243">[pg 243]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg243"></a>to push the matter any + further. ‘It is your good treatment which has made me selfish. + However, I may be able to do you all a good turn some day, and + show you that I can remember a kindness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is no need, and you have no right to persist in talking + like this; we have given you no cause—our house was never so + shamed as to turn a guest from its doors.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, that I will swear,’ said Cestus humbly; ‘I am a good deal in + jest, but my conscience is not altogether easy. The fresh air of + this place has pulled me round, and I am as strong as ever. I will + go back to Rome like a giant—why should I cumber you any longer? + It would be bad manners. Moreover I am city bred, and the peace + and quiet of this place, beautiful as it is, begins to make me + fret after crowded streets. Such is nature. The roar and bustle of + Rome would weary you just as soon, and you would be thankful to + return to your fresh air and sleepy town. Would you like to go to + Rome, Neæra?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Ah!’ she said.</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cunning Cestus to put such a question to a young provincial girl. + It was for nothing but the mischievous curiosity of watching the + sparkle in her eye, and the deep heave of her bosom at the very + mention of such a thing. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Will you go back with me for a time?’ said the voice of the + tempter. ‘No one would take better care of you than I: no one + knows the city and its ways better than I—every day for weeks + could I show you new sights.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Neæra could only say no, and shake her head in a despairing + way. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I would not be happy to leave my father.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Let him come too.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be useless to ask him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For your sake he would come.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For the sake of a pleasure trip?—No! Besides he has been there, + and not long since returned.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And was not that on your account? What he has done once can he + not do again? You know right well that he is never so happy as + when you are pleased. His own enjoyment would be as great as + yours.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is out of the question,’ said Neæra firmly, though her + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page244">[pg 244]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg244"></a>cheeks flushed; and + Cestus, who had seated himself on a stool, regarded her with + evident, though restrained enjoyment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, it is quite true he has been to Rome on your account and no + other,’ he continued, ‘and it is just as true, in my mind, that he + will go there again on your account.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra raised her eyes to his and the wondering expression was + sufficient demand for explanation without speech. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is no need for me to take you. You will go there by and by + in better company, and your father and mother, mark my words, will + follow to be near you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her cheek gathered a faint colour again, but an expression of deep + sadness stole over her face, and she turned her head aside. The + Suburan pored keenly upon the perfect loveliness of her profile, + which showed in singular relief under the white light streaming + upon it from the open-fronted shop. He studied it intently, and, + to judge from the expression of his countenance, with great + satisfaction. Not altogether with the ordinary gratification which + naturally arises from the contemplation of beauty, but, in this + case, a particular satisfaction proceeding from the powerful + recollections which her face inspired. A similar sweetness, a + similar pure symmetry and nobility, was recalled to his mind, and + he admired, therefore, with a double pleasure. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have no fear, your father will follow,’ said Cestus assuringly. + ‘One need not be an augur to foretell that.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, I think it is only I myself that give him this trouble,’ + replied Neæra, with a heavy sigh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not at all!’ responded Cestus, never telling a lie with more + pleasure. ‘I don’t know what’s the matter, but it isn’t that. It + will all come right—it isn’t sunshine every day. Wait till I’m + gone—I only want to see one person before I go, and perhaps you + will tell me how long I shall have to wait.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who do you mean?’ said Neæra absently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, the man who will, before long, take you to Rome—the + Centurion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know not that he will take me thither, and what can you want + with him?’ said Neæra. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Merely a question or two—you see he has but a poor opinion of me, + I am afraid, and I would like to part better + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page245">[pg 245]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg245"></a>friends. I may be able + to do him a service some day—who knows?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He comes when he can,’ said Neæra. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ replied Cestus, ‘that’s as sure as death; but can you + give me nothing nearer?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing—he might be here to-day, or he might be a month. But what + do you want to ask him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing, except for a little information connected with some + business of my own; and to tell him to get you away from here as + soon as possible, so that I may be able to get a glimpse of you + again before long in the city.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He laughed and rose from his seat about to go forth into the town. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The proud dames of the Centurion’s order will perhaps pretend to + sneer at you,’ he went on, ‘but you need not mind—you will have + the laugh of them, for you will be the handsomest wife in the + city. ’Twill be a great change from Surrentum to Rome—from a + potter’s daughter to a noble name. But never fear; you will be as + pat in the place as you are here. Proud dames and damsels! the + handsomest wife in Rome—you will have the laugh of them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I seek to interfere with none of them,’ said Neæra; ‘you talk + idly, uncle; I am still the potter’s daughter.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is so!’ said Cestus; ‘now I’m off!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He stepped to the door of the shop, and, after the manner of many + people, and more especially those whose time is not too fully + occupied, he hesitated when he stood on the step, as if to collect + his thoughts into a single steady current of deliberation before + he finally advanced. This momentary halt for reflection was + accompanied by an abstracted glance round the familiar objects + out-of-doors. To the left was to be seen nothing but the moss and + creeper-grown wall of the road, which crossed at right angles, + some fifty yards away; to the right, the sparsely built and quiet + lane trended away toward the town. The only signs of life therein, + at that moment, were two or three groups of children playing, a + couple of dames standing in the roadway to gossip, as they met + carrying their water pitchers, and, at a distance of a hundred + yards or so, two men leisurely advancing. Turning from the blank + prospect on the left to the sight of these two + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page246">[pg 246]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg246"></a>individuals on the + right, the lack-lustre, pre-occupied gaze of the Suburan snapped + electrically into acute attention. Instinctively he shrank back + behind the shelter of the broad doorpost, and, for the few brief + moments, he assumed the functions of a savage animal, or its + imitator, the savage hunter. His ears seemed to prick up; his body + took an attitude bent slightly forward, with muscles braced and + corded, and head thrust prominently out. His heavy thick brows + were knitted down so low as almost to obscure his intense gaze, + and his stiff stubbly-bearded lips were clenched and protruding. + Altogether the change was so rapid, and his present appearance so + menacing and absorbed, that Neæra, about to resume her occupation, + was struck with surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her eyes naturally followed in the direction of his concentrated + gaze, but owing to her backward position inside the shop, nothing + met her view. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is it?’ she said, stepping to his side to + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr246"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">look.</span> + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her voice recalled the Suburan to himself, and straightening + himself up, he cast a parting glance at the new-comers, now close + at hand, and turned away into the house, saying hurriedly he had + forgotten something. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The strange behaviour of Cestus stuck in the mind of Neæra, and + she stood in the doorway puzzling her brains for a reason. + Suddenly she became aware that the two men had drawn within twenty + or thirty yards, and were regarding her with a direct gaze. + Recovering herself abruptly, she turned away inside, and remained + with her back to the road, until they should pass on. But in this + she was disappointed, for a foot sounded on the step, and a voice + said, ‘You can wait, Erotion!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In the meantime, Cestus left the shop, and rushed into the little + room, previously described as a kind of state apartment, which lay + between the shop on one side, and the kitchen on the other. Into + the wall dividing this room from the shop was let a small square + window, unglazed, which admitted air and light at second hand. It + was rather high up, and a couple of small statuettes stood in the + opening. Cestus bounded on to the couch which stood underneath, + and, stepping unto the topmost pinnacle of its framework, he was + enabled to bring his eyes sufficiently high to overlook what + passed in the shop. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page247">[pg 247]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg247"></a>He furthermore arranged + the little statuettes closer together, in order to still more + shield the small portion of himself from any possible chance of + observation. All this was inspired by instinct, which never + admitted of any doubt, and he had only just taken up his post, + when Afer, and his Greek, Erotion, stopped before the door of the + shop. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I knew it when I caught sight of them,’ muttered the Suburan, + with burning eyes and tumultuous breathing. ‘What brings him here, + of all places in the world? What is in his brain now? What does it + mean? Does he know anything?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was quivering with intense excitement, and, but for the dark + stain which he still used for his skin, his face would have been + ashy white. A thousand fears and forebodings tore his mind, whilst + nervous dread and hate shook him till his frame quivered like a + leaf. With his faculties at their utmost stretch he watched and + listened for what should follow. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After a close scrutiny, as if to assure himself, Afer entered the + shop, and Cestus observed, with satisfaction, that the lynx-eyed + Erotion remained in the roadway. The further the Greek was away + the freer he breathed, for he knew his profound subtlety of old. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra heard the leisurely step of the knight behind her, but did + not turn until he spoke and called her attention to his presence. + Then her gaze rested on the visitor, whose person was clothed in + its accustomed perfection of style and taste, even to a fold, and + whose white and carefully-kept hands glittered with gems. + Customers of rank and position were not altogether new to her, + since Masthlion had a certain reputation for the character of his + work, so that she was in no wise disconcerted on account of the + superior grade of the comer; but there was that in the expression + of his closely-set, glistening, black eyes and supercilious lips, + which affected her uncomfortably. He, moreover, treated her to a + leisurely survey, which might have passed without remark, had its + object been the merits of a horse or dog, but which the beautiful + girl resented inwardly for its impertinent freedom and boldness. + The half nodding, condescending approval which plainly showed on + his face, roused her indignation even more, and, with a flush on + her cheeks, she drew up her tall frame, and returned him a glance + of high displeasure. Afer faintly smiled, evidently amused + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page248">[pg 248]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg248"></a>thereat. He curled his + thin lips, and spoke again with a faint drawl in his tone, whilst + Cestus, above at his post, ground his teeth in suppressed rage. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This is the shop of Masthlion the potter?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is!’ replied Neæra, briefly and coldly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer scanned her over and smiled again—the girl was certainly + favoured with good looks, but, at the same time, it was amusing to + observe to what great extent the knowledge of the fact had + increased her importance in her own eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have heard that he is skilful in his work, and I came to see + for myself; these are his handiwork, I presume?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He nodded to the ware with which the shelves were filled, and his + query was answered in the affirmative. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will look at them. You are his daughter; is it not so?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am,’ replied Neæra, and resolving to be rid of the company of + this individual, whose impertinence and patronising air were so + irritating, she added that her father should attend to his wants + himself, and she accordingly turned to go to the workshop and + fetch him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No! no!’ exclaimed Afer, detaining her with his hand, and giving + a slight laugh, ‘I have no consuming desire to make your worthy + father’s acquaintance; and, besides, there is no occasion to take + him from his work. He is industrious, and would not like it, and, + moreover, knows very well that the care of his customers is in + better hands as it is. I prefer—and who would not—to have your own + fair hands submit these specimens for my approval, and your own + fair lips to sound their praises.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Will you please to look for yourself, noble sir, and see whether + there be anything suitable?’ answered Neæra, curtly and loftily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Naturally,’ he replied, with a cold smile, ‘but am I not to have + your aid in my selection?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot perceive how I can be of help; you know your own taste + better than I.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is true I have been thought to have some small share of taste + in such matters, and to comprehend thoroughly what little I + possess; but in the midst of such a bewildering collection of + treasures as I see here around me, my perception + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page249">[pg 249]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg249"></a>is at fault, and + requires strengthening. I require one specimen, and I leave the + selection to your superior judgment.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight allowed his eyes to sweep round at the ‘treasures’ with + infinite scorn. Surrentine ware was well known, but it was only of + a lower order, and held no place in the eyes of the art critic, or + on the shelves of the wealthy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whether Neæra comprehended her customer’s tone or not, her face + gave no sign; but, without the least hesitation, she stepped + before him and reached down a vase, about twelve inches high, and + held it to his hands. It was more elaborate in design, and more + highly finished than any in the shop, and a fellow to it remained + on the shelf. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This pair, then, is the best and the handsomest I can offer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am content,’ he replied, with the faintest little sneer, as he + touched the vase with the extreme tip of one of his white jewelled + fingers, and turned it slightly to one side and then to the other; + ‘they shall have a niche in my atrium on the Esquiline, and the + rest of my wretched little Roman pots and pipkins shall bow down + before them. And the price thereof, the paltry equivalent to such + masterpieces?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + We have no record of the market price of Surrentine industry, but + with the utmost readiness and + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">sang froid</span></span + >, Neæra calmly named a price that caused the knight to start and + frown portentously, being an undoubted authority on such matters, + and a keen bargainer by nature as well as necessity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus, in his observatory, opened his mouth and eyes in blank + astonishment for a moment; for, having passed no small portion of + his idle time in the shop, he had learned tolerably well the + prices of the simple goods, and of these articles now offered in + particular. They had remained unsold since his arrival, whilst + ranks of others of simple utility had found owners, in the + meantime; so that Cestus, well acquainted with them, was amazed to + hear the girl ask a price at least ten times greater than that + which he knew to be their fixed value. He stared down from his + loophole upon her, but she stood calmly waiting before her + customer, and when the glance of the Suburan wandered to the + expression on the face of the knight, his former patron, his + delight was such as nearly caused him to laugh outright. ‘Now + stand to your bargain, you cur,’ he + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page250">[pg 250]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg250"></a>muttered, amid many + chuckles. ‘By Hercles, she’s touched him; she couldn’t have thrust + deeper; she might have known him as I do—clever wench!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You approve, then?’ said Neæra. ‘Shall I call your slave to take + them?’ She made a move as if to take down the vase remaining on + the shelf, but he raised his flashing fingers deprecatingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay,’ he replied, as his look of disgust relapsed once more into + its former superciliousness; ‘I don’t question your taste for one + moment, but I take leave to challenge your memory—you must surely + be mistaken as to the price you put on these wonderful specimens. + In my humble opinion it is quite prohibitive, and out of all + proportion to the intrinsic value of the things.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have done as you desired me to do.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, yes; but the cost?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is what I have already told you, and I cannot alter it one + penny.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is out of reason, and on that account, much as I would wish to + profit by your judgment, I shall be compelled to forego it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ snarled Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And truly,’ continued Afer, ‘the sum required is so large, that I + doubt whether my slave’s purse contains sufficient to discharge + the debt, even supposing I think right to incur it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pah!’ was the muttered commentary of the Suburan, given with + fathomless contempt, ‘the liar! He knows to a farthing what the + fellow’s pouch has in it—nothing beyond a few copper coins, I’ll + warrant; and woe betide him if he can’t square his reckoning when + he gets home.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In that case, I suppose, I should be right in saying that such a + poor wretch as myself could never hope for credit,’ continued + Afer, with a sneer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are a perfect stranger, sir,’ replied Neæra. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Exactly—with no recommendation. I shall, therefore, be compelled + to select something more in keeping with my humble resources of + ready coin, which, I am afraid, will be an impossible task, if + prices are all levied at the same modest computation.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This, then, perhaps you may approve of,’ said Neæra + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page251">[pg 251]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg251"></a>promptly; and going to + the opposite end of the shop, she took and handed to him a small + brown vessel, two or three inches high, without any more + pretension to beauty than any ordinary glass bottle. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, now you have hit my taste exactly,’ exclaimed Afer, receiving + the plainest of plain articles in his hand with the blandest smile + of exquisite irony; ‘you have indeed gauged my ideas to a nicety. + The other articles were really as much beyond my artistic + appreciation as their cost was above my poor purse; but this is + delightful in its beautiful simplicity—I wait to hear you name its + price.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra informed him. ‘Good! I accept,’ said he; ‘it is modest + indeed. It is, I think, within my means, and I am relieved in + mind. Hither, Erotion! Take this, and pay what is asked of you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + While the young Greek was producing the two or three copper coins + which were needed, his master arranged his cloak and took his + leave. Neæra took the money from the slave, who bestowed upon her + an admiring gaze, with something of the same license as his + master. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am glad to find your father’s fame has not been belied,’ + observed Afer; ‘it is only too evident. The next time I come I + shall come better provided; yet, even with this little treasure + which I have been fortunate enough to secure, I shall no doubt be + able to induce many others to follow my example.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So saying, and showing his white teeth with a smile, he left the + shop followed by Erotion, who, on his own account, turned as he + passed through the door, and smirked behind him, leaving Neæra + standing with the deepest indignation in her face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They had scarcely passed from view when Cestus hurriedly + re-entered the shop, and going to the door peered after them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did you see them—do you know them?’ exclaimed Neæra. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, yes, I saw them come along—I have seen him somewhere + before—I will try and think before I come back,’ answered Cestus + hastily. ‘I will go through the fields, I think, for a stroll.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He retreated through the house, and crossing the small patch of + garden in the rear, emerged into a cart-track. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page252">[pg 252]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg252"></a>This ran more or less + parallel with the street, and skirted the gardens and little + fields belonging to the houses. Here and there was a path for + convenience of communication between the main and back + thoroughfares, and Cestus ran ahead until he reached such an one + which commanded a ready view from end to end. At the bottom of + this he waited a few moments, until he saw the forms of Afer and + his slave cross the upper end, and then, being sure he was in + their rear, he walked up into the street. He either forgot his + altered appearance, or had such small faith in its ability to + mislead those whom he was now dogging, that he followed with the + extreme care of a hunter tracking a wild animal through its native + woods. He kept them in view at the furthest possible distance; + stopped when they stopped, and cowered behind walls or anything + which came handiest, to avoid the slightest chance of being + noticed. One of the first actions he observed was that of Erotion, + who, in answer to something which his master said, threw away to + one side an article he carried. Cestus instinctively guessed what + it was, and following on, passed the fragments of the small, + recently-purchased pot lying at the foot of a wall. This act + confirmed his suspicions, that his former patron’s object in + visiting Masthlion’s shop was distinctly not that of buying of the + wares it contained. The Suburan, in consequence, plunged still + deeper into an agony of suspicion, and as often as he soothed + himself with the fact that it was impossible that Neæra’s identity + could be known, so often he plagued himself afresh with the + question of its probability. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Step by step he pursued the leisurely track of the knight until + they reached the centre of the town, where Afer visited one or two + shops. After this they entered the baths, and Cestus was left to + cool his heels for a considerable time outside. He was a + sleuth-hound of undaunted mettle, however, when once on a scent, + and there being a wine-shop at no great distance, whence he could + watch the door of the building his quarry had entered, he + proceeded thither, and sat patiently over a bowl of thin wine. He + was determined to see the last of them, since he could neither + live nor move in peace, if haunted by the possibility of + encountering them at any chance time face to face. After a long + delay his patience was + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page253">[pg 253]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg253"></a>rewarded by the sight of + the knight issuing refreshed from the bath, and taking his way, + followed by his retainer, toward the Marina. Here they perhaps + meant to take boat to the island, thought Cestus, with a sigh of + relief. But no, he was disappointed; for they entered an inn of + considerable pretensions, and the Suburan was doomed to another + lengthy delay, whilst the knight was most probably dining. The + afternoon was wearing on. The dusk was beginning to thicken when + the watcher’s eyes were once more gladdened by the appearance of + master and slave. He rejoiced to see them saunter across to the + steps which led down to the Marina. Thence he had no more need to + follow, but, leaning over the cliff, observed their movements + without difficulty and danger, and ere long watched them speeding + over the darkening sea before a fair breeze. Cestus gave a deep + sigh of relief. When they were nearly out of sight he turned + homeward, and, for a season at least, was at liberty to devote his + attention entirely to his own deliberations. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page254">[pg 254]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg254"></a> <a id="toc52"></a + ><a id="pdf53"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XIII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Away from his haunts in the Imperial city, where his wits were + kept ever bright and sharp by the friction of crowded humanity, + the Suburan had fallen under the lethargic influence of utter + inoccupation in a comparatively lifeless provincial town. His + mind, latterly, may be said to have only smouldered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It has been seen how instantaneously and unexpectedly it was + roused into high excitement and activity from a state of mere + passive existence. Just as the blast of a forge-bellows kindles, + in an instant, a dull smoking heap of black ashes into a glowing + fiery mass, so the sight of Domitius Afer inflamed the listless + spirit of Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fearing lest he should betray some symptoms of his perturbed mind + to the keen eyes around the supper-table at home, he wandered + along aimlessly until the time for that meal should pass, and his + thoughts become more serene. To assist the latter process he + visited one or two wine-shops which crossed his random path, and + fortified himself with some hearty draughts of liquor. Thence he + passed on to the outskirts of the town and sought the silent roads + and darkness. Here were solitude and the brooding stars, + circumstances most apt for philosophising. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His ignorance of the actual position of affairs left him a prey to + the most distracting surmises. It was in vain he argued and proved + to himself continually, that his secret lay, for the present, safe + with himself and the potter only; and that Afer could no more have + any knowledge or suspicion of the girl’s identity than a bird of + the air. This was assured, he said; and yet what was it that + brought his quondam patron to the potter’s shop? Was it to buy? + No; that <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page255">[pg 255]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg255"></a>was a mere pretence. + What did he want with such wares? What he had bought he had thrown + away. Even in his harassment the Suburan’s face twisted with a + grin, as he recalled the scene in the shop, and the expression of + the knight’s face when acquainted with the price of the vases. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The conclusion, therefore, forced itself on the mind of Cestus, + and would not be dislodged, that Neæra was the object of the + ominous visit. And, again, how was it, and from whom had he learnt + of the existence of the girl in such an out-of-the-way corner of + the town, where his foot was never likely to tread of its own + accord? It was true that Masthlion had a certain reputation for + his work, and that the beauty of Neæra being known, it might have + reached the knight’s ears amidst other tattle. This might have + prompted his curiosity; but the coincidence was too strong for the + reasoner’s peace of mind, and no argument was potent to comfort + him. His thoughts, restricted to such a narrow field of inquiry, + writhed and twisted in torment. Then at length, exhausted and + chagrined with the fruitlessness of his efforts, he gave way to a + paroxysm of rage. He shook his clenched fists, and his mouth + vomited the most frightful curses on the head of his treacherous + patron and all appertaining to him, including the impenetrable + island, whose sealed silence held him at bay. The first glimpse of + his would-be murderer had aroused and added fuel to his mingled + fear and detestation. This, combined with the sense of his + insecurity and comparative powerlessness in his present situation, + put him almost beside himself for a few delirious moments. No one + passed him at this point, or they might have been superstitiously + affrighted at the fierce gestures and the shrill, hissing notes of + this shadowy form in the dark road. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The short frenzy, however, sufficed to purge his veins somewhat, + and when its fury had fled it left him comparatively calm and + collected. He became aware of an appetite which needed appeasing, + and he turned his steps homeward. When he entered the house, he + found that the time had flown considerably beyond his reckoning, + and that the family were all in bed. He was not sorry, however, at + this, and, after eating the supper which had been left standing + for him, he went to bed, where his excited thoughts kept him from + sleep till nigh the time when early risers were beginning + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page256">[pg 256]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg256"></a>to stir between the + bedclothes, and collect their thoughts for a new day’s labour. + Then indeed he slept heavily, and came down late, to find every + one busy in their daily occupations—Masthlion, as usual, locked in + his workshop. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whilst eating his breakfast Neæra came in, fresh and fair as the + morning itself, but with anxious thought in her lustrous, gray + eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You did not return yesterday until we had all gone to bed,’ she + said. ‘It was because you are persisting in what you said about + your presence being the cause of my father’s trouble of mind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not at all,’ replied Cestus, whose mind was too fully weighted + with other matter to trifle with this question, ‘I met with an old + friend, and we sat talking about old times till late—that’s all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You vexed me by saying what you did.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was rude,’ replied Cestus, as he rose from the table, ‘and I am + sorry. Your father cannot do without me for a time yet, and I do + not intend to quit you. I was joking—I am too comfortable and you + are too kind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, then you know what ails him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have been thinking, and I have an idea; but I will find out and + tell you. It is a fine day—I must be off out into the sunshine. + What a pleasant morning for a trip from Capreae.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He looked sidelong at her, and marked the faint tinge which rose + to her cheek. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You remember that man who came into the shop yesterday,’ she + remarked. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yesterday!’ murmured Cestus, with lack-lustre eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes! you looked at him and his slave as if you took an interest + in them; then you hurried away and came back when they had gone.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Oh—ah!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You said you knew them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know that I have seen him in Rome, and that he lives on the + Esquiline; but what he does here I don’t know. Very likely on the + same errand as my poor self—change of air and a holiday.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is he a great man?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page257">[pg 257]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg257"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In his own estimation, doubtless—he is of knightly rank, I + believe.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘His behaviour did not keep pace with his rank then—I hope he may + not pay us another visit.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis very likely he may if he has come to sojourn here for a + time. If he does don’t fail to tell me of it, and of all he says. + He is one of your well-dressed scamps, and thinks that every + good-looking poor girl is fair prey—the city swarms with such. But + let me know, and don’t be afraid. I am city-bred like himself, and + know a thing or two, and will soon put an end to his little game + if he means anything.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus squared his shoulders as he uttered this brave speech, and + went, with something of a swagger in his gait, to reach down his + cloak. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, I’m not afraid,’ replied Neæra calmly, ‘and I have my father + at hand.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, that’s true!’ said Cestus slily, ‘and another still better, + who could tear the cur limb from limb—nevertheless, don’t fail to + let me know. I have some previous knowledge of the fellow, which + makes me curious, and I may easily be useful.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thus delivering himself he went forth into the bright sunlight and + the crisp keen air. Instinctively his feet turned in the direction + of the road which led to the southern promontory of Minerva. It + was a customary route of his, but it was also on a main line of + communication with the island, and the desperate chance of meeting + with somebody, or something, which might afford a glimmer even of + news, burned stronger than ever in his breast. This something was, + however, painfully vague, and the somebody really limited itself + to only one person. The sight of Martialis would have been as + joyful to him as rain to the thirsty in the desert, taking even + into consideration, that what the Centurion could impart, even if + he should prove to have the inclination, would hardly be likely to + throw any light upon his peculiar needs. Added to this was the + fact of the young soldier’s aversion. But Cestus was not easily + abashed or discouraged, and had no fear of being able finally to + command attention. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He reached his observatory and sat down to rest and deliberate. + Capreae lay before him amid the blue sea, with + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page258">[pg 258]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg258"></a>the white gleam of its + palaces tipping its rugged peaks and peeping amid its terraced + groves. With this lovely picture filling his vision, he sat for + full an hour absorbed in thought, and then noting the position of + the sun, he rose and walked away homeward. He had reconciled + himself to his position, and had come to the conclusion that his + only policy was to wait and be watchful. He also determined, on + the least suspicion of danger, to carry off the potter and his + family to Rome—Neæra at least; if, however, he could persuade them + to go at once so much the better. He could do nothing at + Surrentum; he was tired of it, and he would feel safer in the + city, whither he would eventually be obliged to go to carry out + his scheme. Why not, therefore, go at once and wait there? The + thought also tormented him, that something might occur which might + rob him of his revenge. He burned and itched to set the wheels of + his machinery in motion, however slightly, and he resolved that + day to take the first step for that end. If it was no more than a + mysterious hint to certain people, that something was in the wind, + it would be sufficient for a commencement. His spirits rose and + his steps quickened as this determination was arrived at, and, + re-entering Surrentum, he proceeded to the dwelling of a + professional scribe near the Marina. He entered and found that + individual busy at his table, inditing an epistle to the dictation + of a young and good-looking woman, who instantly became silent and + turned away her head at the Suburan’s entrance. The writer, who + was a bald, shrivelled, and short-sighted old man, did not + immediately perceive the cause of the sudden stoppage of his + customer’s eloquence, and casting a longing look at a large open + book at his elbow, cried out testily, ‘Well, well, what next?—oh + it’s you, is it? you’ll have to wait outside till I’ve finished!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A love letter, eh! All right, I’m sorry to interrupt,’ replied + Cestus, giving a leer at the young female who tossed her head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He went outside and waited till she came forth, and then returned + to take her place at the scribe’s table. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well!’ snapped the old man, tearing his eyes from his book with a + vicious wrench, as if the patronage which brought him his + livelihood were a nuisance instead of a thing to be thankful for. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page259">[pg 259]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg259"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tablets, wax and thread of your best, old man; bring them out and + let me see them,’ answered Cestus. ‘I and a comrade have a good + joke in hand, and I want you to write a line or two of mystery. + You must put your best finger foremost, and shape your letters so + as to make them look as if they came from some + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr259"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">aristocrat.’</span> + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He drew a piece of silver from his pouch and threw it across the + table to the scribe, whose watery, old eyes glinted as his grimy + fingers caused the coin to vanish with an astounding celerity. + Cestus laughed, and the same grimy talons selected the articles + required, which the Suburan took into his hands. He examined them + carefully, not with a view of satisfying himself of their quality, + about which he knew nothing whatever, but for the purpose of + assuring himself that they bore no mark or impress which might + afford a clue to their origin. This proving to his satisfaction, + he told the old man to go on with his reading, whilst he + considered upon the style the document was to take. After a few + minutes’ deliberation he bade the scribe take his pen and write + the following with every care:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-left: 3.6em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘You may praise the gods and rejoice, Fabricius. When thieves + fall out then may honest men look to get their own. The treasure + you lost shall return to you. Prepare to receive it and deal + vengeance. These tablets ere you receive them shall touch her + very hand. You have often been deceived, but now wait the truth. + Do you recognise this ribbon? Keep it carefully till the + remainder is forthcoming. Patience and, above all, silence! I am + beset; and to breathe a word would be destruction to me and to + her. Beware, therefore!’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That’s all—now read it out!’ said Cestus; and the old scribe did + so accordingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Suburan laughed in his most boisterous style, and rubbed the + palms of his thick, strong hands together vigorously with every + appearance of satisfied delight at his composition. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Bravo!’ he exclaimed; ‘that’s just it, to the very + letter—tolerably plain and tolerably mystified. If this don’t turn + out the best frolic of my life call me a chuckle-headed fool. Get + you the thread and wax ready, father!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He stepped aside meanwhile, and took from his bosom a small + package. Out of this he drew a faded piece of ribbon + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page260">[pg 260]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg260"></a>and cut off a small + portion, putting it between his teeth, whilst he tied up and + replaced the package again. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He laid the piece he had severed on the table, and said, ‘Put that + inside and seal up carefully.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There—that’s all right!’ said Cestus, thrusting the tablets into + his breast. ‘Farewell, father!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The scribe, who was already poring over his book, with his long + peaked nose nearly touching the leaves, gave merely a rusty grunt + as his customer stepped out into the passage. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay!’ cried Cestus, coming back, ‘Hark’ee, father!—would you not + like to hear this pretty joke of mine?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pish!’ snapped the scholar, with savage contempt; and with an + indescribable series of shrugs of his lean body, he huddled + himself irritably over his book. The Suburan’s guffaw shook the + small dwelling as he turned away and proceeded to the nearest + wine-shop. Small as was the commencement, he had, nevertheless, + entered on his campaign. So he drank his wine and water with + unusual satisfaction and elation. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page261">[pg 261]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg261"></a> <a id="toc54"></a + ><a id="pdf55"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XIV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Suburan had the letter written and completed to his mind, and + the next step was, of course, to have it delivered. For safety’s + sake this was an arrangement to be carried out with due + circumspection; and, as he already had an idea in his mind, he + determined to put the missive away safely for a time, to see if + the opportunity he hoped for would present itself. He came out of + the wine-shop, took a turn on the Marina, the favourite lounge of + the townsfolk, and then turned homeward. The direct thoroughfare + suited him no longer. Avoiding the street he made his way to the + rear of the potter’s premises. He resolved there should be no + awkward meeting of unwelcome faces if he could help it. As he drew + near, passing through the irregular patches of garden and pasture, + he heard the sound of horses’ feet. He looked toward the main + road, already described as running nigh to Masthlion’s house, and + saw a horseman garbed in military dress galloping at a swift pace + northward. He was already at some distance, and a few yards + further on his course the road dipped out of sight. At this point + the rider suddenly reined up, waved something white, and then was + gone. Cestus, with something like an oath of disappointment + between his lips, hastened on a few steps, till the little + workshop of Masthlion, with its smoking chimney, came into view. + Then the struggling anathema rolled forth in full and hearty + distinctness, for there, on the little low wall surrounding the + garden-patch of the potter, was Neæra, standing motionless, with + her white answering signal in her down-dropped hand, and her eyes + yet fixed on the distant road. He had arrived just in time to + witness the disappearance of Martialis, the Centurion. He whom he + had expected and watched for with such restless anxiety, and to + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page262">[pg 262]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg262"></a>whom he had mentally + arranged to consign his letter for the safest delivery to its + destination. His extreme disgust and disappointment found its + customary relief in a furious spasm of frightful language, all the + fiercer in that he was obliged to suppress it, because of + neighbours sprinkled here and there nigh at hand in their little + plots of garden ground. When he looked again for Neæra she had + disappeared. He followed into the house with a visage dark and + sullen as a thundercloud. The first to meet him was Neæra herself; + a strange contrast, inasmuch as joy sparkled in her eyes and + bloomed on her cheeks. It was testimony enough to the glance of + Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hath not the Centurion been here but now?’ he asked, gloomily + enough. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes!’ replied Neæra, with yet more colour in her cheeks. ‘What is + the matter?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Matter enough,’ was the sulky answer; ‘I have been dying to see + him and to have speech with him. I was even on the road this + morning, thinking that he might pass by chance, and if I had not + gone into the town I should have caught him. He must have followed + me almost on my heels. Curse my luck, why did I not come straight + home?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You were unlucky indeed, uncle; but he will not be away more than + a few days.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even that may prove too long,’ growled Cestus. ‘Said he anything + about affairs in the island that you can remember, Neæra? That the + Prefect was intending to return to the city before long?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, nothing. But had it been so, Lucius would scarce have been + returning to Capreae again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ grunted Cestus, as Neæra glided away about her business, + well satisfied with the existing arrangements of the Centurion’s + commander. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus sought the little upstairs chamber, where he slept, and, + having hidden the letter to Fabricius in a safe place till + required, he cast himself on his pallet, wearied in body and + intensely irritated in mind. Here he fell asleep and found the day + far gone when he awoke. His precious missive occupied his first + thoughts, and he went down into the town to try and discover some + chance of sending the same—a public post + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page263">[pg 263]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg263"></a>system being unknown. In + this he was lucky. A trading vessel had touched on her voyage to + the Tiber, and he found the master thereof perfectly willing to do + as he required. Cestus went and brought the letter and delivered + it into the seaman’s hands, with full instructions and a liberal + subsidy. A visit to a wine-shop, where the liquor flowed + plentifully, completed the transaction, and then Cestus took leave + of his new friend with many parting injunctions. A couple of days + passed, during which Cestus never left the immediate vicinity of + the house for any great length of time. He felt constrained to the + exercise of vigilance, but the restraint upon his accustomed + habits of liberty and self-indulgence soon began to prove very + irksome. Nor did anything happen during that time to hinge the + least interest upon. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I had chanced to leave the place for two or three hours, + something would have been sure to have turned up,’ he grumbled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But what little had occurred had permanently unsettled the + equilibrium of his mind. He was beset with a certain kind of vague + uneasiness, dull, intangible, but sleepless; of the disagreeable + nature of an ill presentiment, which set the profoundest + intellectual subtlety at defiance. His restlessness increased, and + the current of his thoughts set, with increasing constancy and + eagerness, toward his native Rome, till the longing resembled that + of a sick man or exile. The feeling rose so strongly, that the + early removal of himself to the great city took its place as the + first and most absorbing care of his mind. The family of the + potter, of course, he, of necessity, included with himself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On the third day after the departure of Martialis, he was sitting + alone over the fire in the house, with his elbow on his knee and + his hairy chin on his hand, deeply occupied in arranging his + method of procedure, or rather in deciding on the manner of + approaching Masthlion on the subject, since the potter’s assent + was the only real difficulty to be met. His meditations were + interrupted by the touch of a hand on his shoulder. He looked up + and saw Neæra standing beside him. He made as if to rise, with the + deference he had acquired in her presence, but, without removing + her hand from his bulky shoulder, she pressed him gently down in + his place. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page264">[pg 264]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg264"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You were very deep in your thoughts, uncle; you never heard me + come.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That’s true enough,’ he replied, with a smile; ‘but your footstep + lacks weight to rouse a sleeper or day-dreamer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You were not asleep, unless you sleep with your eyes open,’ said + Neæra. ‘You were deep enough in a day-dream, therefore. I can + guess—was it not of Rome?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, that among other things, I am bound to say,’ replied + Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have come to ask you about my father. Have you ever thought of + him since we last spoke?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I—I have not had a convenient opportunity,’ said Cestus, with + hesitation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What, not in all this time? Ah, that is a poor excuse!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To speak truth, I was thinking of him when you came in,’ said + Cestus, guiltily dropping his eyes to the fire; ‘I was making up + my mind to talk to him before night.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is dusk already,’ said Neæra, shaking her head gently as if + scarce believing him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is so,’ replied Cestus, sweeping his glance round the little + room, where the shadows were gathering thick, and the flickering + flames of the fire in the brazier were beginning to define + themselves on the walls; ‘but there yet remains plenty of time. I + am going to open a weighty subject with him, so I am taking time + to consider.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And what may that be?’ asked Neæra, seating herself on a stool + beside him and looking into his face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus kept his glance on the fire as he replied: + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is not indeed so grave a matter after all, but he is sure to + make it so. I want him to cut loose from this tomb of a town and + take up his abode in Rome. It is the only place for a man of + skill. Here he is buried.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here we have been very happy and content, until lately,’ + responded the fair girl, with a sigh. ‘I don’t think you will + succeed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, if you would help me,’ observed Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My father is the best judge, and I will abide by what he says.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He must go eventually,’ said the Suburan, emphasising the word + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">must</span></span + >, ‘so that you might as well persuade him to move with me at + once.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page265">[pg 265]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg265"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Must go! And what is there then to compel him?’ said Neæra + quickly, in surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Suburan’s eyes twinkled as he shot a sidelong glance at her + beautiful face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing but yourself,’ he said quietly; ‘that is why I asked you + to persuade him now rather than leave it later.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra wrinkled her pretty brows and perused her companion’s + dark-hued shaggy face with an anxious, inquiring look. Then she + shook her head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot understand,’ she said; ‘to say that of me seems to be + nonsense.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Don’t you see?’ exclaimed Cestus, reaching out his arm, and + laying his thick forefinger on her hand, as it rested on her knee, + ‘don’t you see? When you become the wife of Martialis he will take + you to Rome, and by and by your—Masthlion will be unable to live + without the sight of you, so he will assuredly follow. It is as + plain and sure as the sun in heaven.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The faintest shadow of a smile rested on her lips, and she dropped + her gaze from his face to the burning logs. The delicate lids + drooped over the lustre of her eyes, and a warmer tint suffused + her skin. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It will be time when I go to Rome,’ she murmured; ‘wait till that + comes to pass.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Therefore you will not help to persuade him to go now, as I + recommend?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will not say a word.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Think of the blessed change—the sights and shows, such as you + never dream of. When you are there you will say, “How did I live + in such a dog’s hole as that?”—meaning Surrentum.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I think I have passed too many pleasant days here to think that + ever,’ replied Neæra; ‘but my own inclinations have nothing to do + with it, nor shall they.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then again,’ continued Cestus, more artfully, ‘the Prefect has + been a long time in Capreae, and cannot be expected to remain + there much longer. He will return to Rome, and with him + Martialis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This was a subtle stroke, but he got no reply, save only a low + rippling laugh and a shake of her head, which was turned + persistently towards the fire. Whereupon he shrugged his + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page266">[pg 266]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg266"></a>shoulders, and silence + fell between them for a considerable space, which he employed in + fixedly watching her as she sat with her hands clasped across her + knee, apparently lost in a reverie. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The bright glow of the fire bathed her face and figure, and threw + them into striking relief in the now dark room. The Suburan, with + his elbow on his knee and his head dropped sideways on his hand, + feasted his eyes with the lovely picture she made, which drew no + small portion of its charm from the grace of her unconsciousness. + It awoke his mind to a strange activity. Out of the dim past he + conjured up scenes which remained engrained in his mind as sharp + and distinct as events of yesterday. Amongst these was a bright + and vivid morning on the Janiculum Hill in Rome; the glorious city + spread beneath glittering in the morning beams.... A beautiful + child dancing and skipping in pure delight; a hasty dash under a + high garden wall, and down a narrow obscure lane.... Then again + the depth of a dark, rainy, hot, summer night, when he entered + that self-same room, weary with travel and prolonged toil of + search for his destination.... The deposit of his tiny sleeping + burden, and the astonished faces of the two inmates of the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fortune had favoured him; it was the reward of his humanity. As he + looked on the heedless maiden, his heart warmed with satisfaction; + and for some brief moments, he felt at peace with all and + everything. How exquisite she would look clothed as a white-handed + patrician and set in the marble halls of a palace. Her beauty had + utterly conquered him. It was a new and novel experience to have + lived in daily contact and companionship with a being so delicate. + Her sprightliness and spirit charmed him, whilst her purity and + gentleness softened and quelled him. It was no ordinary degree of + pride which tingled in his breast at the fact, that she was more + indebted to and more dependent upon him than any one, although she + knew it not. Should she learn now from his lips? The heart of this + rough, vice-sodden, crime-laden man beat like a girl’s as he + contemplated the action, and gazed on the exquisite profile before + him. How those deep-fringed orbs would glow and flash in wonder, + and the delicious curves of her lips tremble with emotion! His + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page267">[pg 267]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg267"></a>cool reason was fast + departing, and his tremor increasing, as the fascination before + his eyes hurried him on to the consummation of his sudden desire. + In two or three minutes more he could not have resisted the + temptation to hold the heart and soul of the fair girl breathless + at his disposal. All question of policy had fled, and he was + preparing for his task, when the grate and thud of a bolt being + drawn, sounded on their ears through the open door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is father!’ exclaimed Neæra, rousing herself suddenly and + turning round in expectation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A deep sigh, either of relief or disappointment, escaped the lips + of Cestus, and he straightened up his body. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The creak of the potter’s workshop door was followed by his step, + and the next moment he entered the room and advanced toward them. + They looked at him in astonishment, for a wonderful change was in + his aspect. He was clearly in a state of great mental excitement, + not to speak of evident delight. The soot of the furnace on this + occasion rather overspread and subdued the reddish incrustation of + clay on his person, and in his hand he carried a globular vessel + of dull, coarse-looking glass. He held it up before him as he + entered, in such an eager manner, as to draw their attention to it + at once, without a word from his lips. His deep-set eyes sparkled + in the firelight with infinite vivacity, as they flung their + flashing glances first from one to the other, and then to the cup + in his hand, and back again. His eager hurried step brought him up + to the Suburan and the maiden almost at a run, and then he stopped + short, with the vessel uplifted in one hand, and the forefinger of + the other pointing to it. A strange laugh, or chuckle of supreme + joy or exultation, escaped him, and he moved the article, with its + accompanying index finger, first before the face of Neæra and then + of Cestus. They arose silently from their seats and stared at the + potter with strange wonder, and something of alarm, at this + unusual proceeding on the part of a man of habitual reserve and + serenity. It was a spectacle almost as little to be expected, as + for a statue of the grave goddess and her owl to step down from + its plinth and cut a caper on a temple floor. They saw that his + features and his frame were trembling with extreme agitation; and + failing to comprehend its cause in a + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page268">[pg 268]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg268"></a>glass cup of not the + slightest pretensions to use or ornament, they remained, with + anxious gaze, to await some further development of such unwonted + symptoms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Look—it is done—it is found—I have found it—I, Masthlion!’ gasped + the potter, with another laugh. ‘At last—at last!’ he cried, + rolling and smoothing the vessel in his grimy hands, with the + ecstasy of a miser fondling his treasure heaps. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Grave doubts arose in the mind of Cestus as to the actual state of + his kinsman’s mind; and giving him a glance of suspicion, and + another of contempt on the paltry object of his delight, he + growled as follows—‘As far as I can see, potter, it is a thing + that ought to be well lost beyond redemption, and a thing of + regret, if found again in any dusthole.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion vented another chuckling laugh, and turned his eyes on + the face of Neæra, who rested her hand on his shoulder, and + touched the glass with the slender fingers of her other hand. + Timidity and doubt were in her actions and on her countenance. She + returned his gaze with affectionate concern and said soothingly, + ‘You seemed pleased to have found it, father. Had you lost it + long? Why do you prize it? Tell me!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It has never been lost; nevertheless I have but now found it. Ha, + ha! Child, do you think I have taken leave of my wits? And, + indeed, I think I have, for joy,’ laughed Masthlion, straining the + girl to his breast and giving her a fervent kiss. ‘Go, bring your + mother!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra glided away into the upper regions of the house on her + mission; and, at the request of Masthlion, Cestus took a brand + from the fire and lighted an iron lamp which hung from the + ceiling. By the time the feeble flame threw its cheerless light + upon the scene, Neæra returned with Tibia. The latter, with + probably a hint of her husband’s unusual humour, came forward in a + peculiar roundabout fashion, as though she were describing the + segment of a circle with the potter as a centre. Her face, + wreathed in wonder and some fear, was riveted on his, throughout + her course, as if her head were magnetised. When she arrived + finally on the opposite side of him, she stopped. Masthlion + regarded her with an amused smile, and Cestus grinned, almost + audibly. Neæra, standing at one side, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page269">[pg 269]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg269"></a>glanced from one to the + other, with a slight wrinkling of her brows, and drew a step + nearer Tibia; but the dame remained absorbed in her husband, and + indifferent to the amusement her odd manner had caused. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Husband!’ she ejaculated at last. ‘What is the matter?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis what I sent to tell you,’ he said, laughing. ‘Look!’ He + seized her hand, and held up the vessel before her eyes in the + same way he had done to the others. ‘Here is the result of + twenty-five years’ toil and patience. Here, at last, is success, + after disappointments and bitterness beyond my tongue to tell. Do + you remember the old times, wife? Ay, can you ever forget them? + They were too well ground into you—starvation and rags are not + easily forgotten. I was the cause; and though you often blamed me + and reproached me in your heart, you never murmured.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia shook her head gently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, well, I deserved it, at least. I was a man possessed with + an idea and no money—an unlucky combination for mortals who are + obliged to eat to live. I learnt my trade as a youth, and one day + in my master’s shop I chanced upon a piece of refuse glass of + peculiar quality. I showed it to my master, but he scarcely looked + at it. He was a man of no ideas beyond his daily work. There was + that about this piece of glass, however, which set me thinking, + and filled me with an idea of such strength as to be called + infatuation. It has been like a stone of Sisyphus to me till this + day, and now I have conquered it. For twenty-five years I have + worked to discover the secret of that stray piece of glass, more + or less madly—eagerly—according to circumstances, but always + constantly. My father, when he died, left me a little hoard of + money. Then I left my master and built a workshop of my own. It + was then, too, I married my sweetheart; and like a young, eager, + hot-blooded, thoughtless lad, would have laughed to scorn the + notion of a space of twenty-five years being necessary to the + working out of my problem, had it been told to me at that time. + “Come,” I said to myself, “my money will keep us a couple of + years, and by that time, I shall have found out my secret, and + fortune will lie before me.” In two years I was as far off the end + as ever—do you remember, Tibia? In three years I was further + still, for we had struggled on, in vain + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page270">[pg 270]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg270"></a>hope that each day would + solve the mystery, and my patrimony had come to an end in the + process. Every experiment was as futile as the one before it, and + I had become numb even to bitter disgust and despair. Ah, and how + I worked! Night and day—it was like a fever dream. And you, Tibia, + would come to help—it was your presence that helped more than your + hands, wife. Then came the day when the last coin had been spent + in fuel for the furnace, and the experiment had failed as + miserably as all the others before it. It was dusk as I tested my + work and found it wanting, and I sat down stupid and sick. I began + to dream horribly, or else a fever had reached my brain. I sat + there like a helpless log, as if bound hand and foot, whilst the + walls seemed to dance around me in a giddy whirl, and the roof to + rear up and swoop down upon me with a frightful sensation that + will live in my memory till I die. Then in that dread hour it was + you who crept in beside me. Yet you did nothing but lay your hand + silently on mine, and that saved me. You remember it, Tibia?—I + cried like a girl. I was overwrought in mind and body. I was like + the steel blade which is strained in a curve beyond its strength, + and then snaps, to spring and quiver no more. That night we begged + our supper, and next morning I rose another being. I was a + dreaming youth no longer, and I set to work to make pots like my + dull master, and allow my phantasy to find its opportunities for + indulgence, when time and means allowed. I did not do this from + change of inclination, for my ambition burned as strongly as ever; + but to live was a necessity. The gods gave me patience, and I + toiled for livelihood, and for means to give me leisure to resume + my search. The gods have blessed me in both: we are beyond fear of + want, and I have, at last, discovered the secret which led me on, + like a will-o’-the-wisp, for all these years. Here it is to bless + us—me, for my toil, and you, wife, for your patience and + long-suffering! I was cruel in those early years. Many a time + since then have I acknowledged it. But I was possessed—eaten up + too much with my own mad hopes and visions to be able to see a + wife pinched and starved. Heaven knows, wife, what your thoughts + were in those days! You never spoke, and I dare not ask. Now I may + be able to repay—who + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page271">[pg 271]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg271"></a>knows? At least the + secret is found, whatever it may lead to. If it was ever known to + the world before I know not; but I have heard the scholars say, + that the most ancient people, the Egyptians, in their days of + power, were skilled in works beyond the comprehension of these + days. Yet their knowledge is all buried, forgotten, lost, like + their temples and cities. What they knew and discovered will have + to be sought for again. Thus this matter of mine may once have + been known well enough, when the world was ages younger, in the + days of the giants. Let that be or not; it is of no consequence to + me or any one. It is enough for me to think, that no one lives and + breathes who saw, or ever heard, of such a glass cup as this which + now I hold. What would you say, now, if it were impossible to + break this vessel? What would the wealthy patrician think, if his + costly glass treasure, goblet, or heirloom should be of such + composition that his careless slaves should be powerless to harm + it?—that the delicate fabric, exquisitely cut and designed, + brilliantly pictured and tinted, instead of being dashed to + fragments on his floor by the clumsy fingers of a slave, should be + so durable as to survive the mishap, and be lifted again, with + nothing worse than a dent, which a skilful artist could restore? + And of the priceless gem of the artist, so of the humble vessels + of the kitchen. That stray fragment of glass which set my brain on + fire, and gave me five-and-twenty years of toil and unceasing + thought, by some strange trick of chance, had been fused with + certain properties in certain proportions. Chance had accomplished + what it has taken me all these years to find out, and there, at + last, its composition is developed. Watch now and you shall see + how this piece of glass is matched by none in existence!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion’s face was flushed with tumultuous speech. His trembling + hand pulled his wife aside to give himself more room. Then he + lifted the glass bowl as high as possible above his head, and + threw it down on the floor, with all the force he could command. + There followed no crash and flying of countless splinters, but + only a dull thud, and the hardly tried glass rolled over lazily + two or three times with a flattened side; otherwise it had + suffered no damage. The potter drew himself up and looked round + with pride and triumph in his eyes. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page272">[pg 272]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg272"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra clapped her hands and kissed him. Her face reflected his + supreme joy and satisfaction. Tibia stood silently, with her hand + still grasped in her husband’s, as it might be in the manner of + those bygone days of trial he had told them of. She said nothing; + but her eyes passed from the object on the floor to her husband’s + face, and there remained. She was a silent woman, and spoke no + word of congratulation; but the pride and devotion in her face + were eloquent enough. Masthlion, looking down into it, read it + there. Both females regarded the wonderful piece of glass with no + small amount of curiosity; but it was little else than mere + curiosity. As an extraordinary discovery it interested them but + little; as the means of bearing rapture to the breast of the + discoverer it was precious beyond compare. Their eyes indeed + visited it, but straightway left it to dwell on the recovered + radiance which beamed on the face of its maker. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The attention of Cestus, on the other hand, was absorbed in + exactly the reverse way. With great interest he stooped to pick up + and examine the flattened glass vessel. He turned and twisted it + about with the most minute scrutiny. Then, with his thick, + powerful fingers, he tried to straighten out the dint. But in this + he was unsuccessful, so he began to shake his head and hum + disbelievingly through his pursed lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis not clay,’ laughed Masthlion; ‘it needs a mallet and a tool + or two. Come, I will show you!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They followed him to his workshop, where he took a piece of wood + rounded at one end like a pestle. With this and a mallet he + pounded the injured side of the glass back into its original + shape—the glass yielding to the heavy blows like a piece of + plastic metal. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There!’ he cried, throwing down his tools and holding forth the + restored glass in triumph, ‘it is neither pretty nor useful, I + admit; but the principle is there, which is everything. One must + first find the precious pebble before it can be carved and + polished. So enough for the present. Haste, wife, and get us our + supper—I must be at work again to make a more sightly cup, as + quickly as I can.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The women vanished. Their voices could be heard in + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page273">[pg 273]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg273"></a>animated chatter as they + passed hither and thither in the gladdest preparation of a meal + they had known for some time. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, kinsman, you say nothing. What do you think of my bantling + in glass?’ said Masthlion to the Suburan, who stood leaning + against a bench with folded arms and knitted brows. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis something undoubtedly new, potter,’ replied Cestus. ‘And do + you say you can make clear glass and fancy cups and vases, such as + one sees in Rome, in the same way—unbreakable?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Certainly—why not?’ answered Masthlion. ‘No shape, colour, or + fashion whatever can make any difference to its principle of + indestructibility.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why then, potter, I may safely give you joy of your new fashion. + It has been a long time coming, but it has come at last. And + provided you can keep your secret, and deal sensibly with it, I + should say you ought to coin money. Give me your hand, + kinsman—you’ll be as rich as Caesar! And recollect when your + secret has two in it, it is no secret at all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Trust me for that!’ laughed Masthlion, as Cestus gripped his + hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And yet something more, potter. This little affair must needs + take you to Rome. You may as well wrap up your piece of glass, + with the secret of its making on a parchment inside, and go bury + them in your garden, as stop in this place to make wealth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is nothing to prevent me going on making glass here as + heretofore,’ replied Masthlion, with a shadow stealing over his + face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing!’ returned Cestus energetically, ‘even if you lived for + the next hundred years. But what an ending to your twenty-five + years’ work! Cradled and buried in these hills for the benefit of + housewives and kitchen wenches round about Surrentum! No; you must + have a wider market for your wares and your name. Rome is the + market of the world, and to Rome all the world looks for the + latest fashion. There is where name and fame is to be had, and + everything which follows name and fame. There you will find the + powerful patron to father your handicraft—and a powerful patron is + everything, kinsman, even in the matter of glass cups.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page274">[pg 274]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg274"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What I have toiled for so long, and at last brought to light, + will be to the direct use and service of the world. So much so + that the world will find it out and accept it. It will matter + little whether it goes to Rome or to Surrentum to obtain it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ha! ha!’ laughed Cestus sarcastically; ‘much you know about the + world and its people to say that! Do you think they will come and + kneel down when you lift your finger? You have enough to bring you + fortune if you go the right way to get it. The wrong way is to + stay here and dabble, or, perhaps, let some one else worm your + secret to better purpose. This is what you are bound to do. Go to + Rome. Make a cup or vase, of the finest workmanship you can turn + out. Then choose you out a great man, and show him your curiosity. + The more people about him at the time, the better chance of being + talked about. If the noble will buy your vase, so much the better. + At any rate be assured that it shall have a place on his table. To + effect all this is to bring success, if there is anything in your + discovery at all. But, however, there is luck about all things. + The best schemes, at times, fall flat—no one knows why, whilst the + worthless send people crazy together. You must do your best and + take your chance of the humour of the time. This is the way to + push business—the only way—’tis done every day—pooh, man! If I + knew what you know, and had your handicraft at my finger ends, + should I stop here? Not I! I should be off into the world and tap + a gold mine. Then, if it suited my fancy, in a few years come back + to the old nest and build myself a palace.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Even with my plain, simple country ideas, Cestus, I think I have + something of good sense beyond your own,’ said Masthlion quietly, + at the end of his companion’s speech. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Really, in what way, kinsman?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In that I have not yet allowed my mind to measure the extent of + my palace, or the worth of the gold mine that is to build it,’ + said the potter grimly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said Cestus, ‘but observe, I spoke only assuming you to be + successful. If you haven’t enough faith in your own discovery to + give you hope, then, of course, there is an end.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page275">[pg 275]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg275"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have faith, and great faith! Else would I have toiled so long + and wearily? Its worth is plain to the dullest sense; but when + success comes, then it will be time to allow the mind to run riot. + Nevertheless, Cestus, it may astonish you to know, that ere you + spoke, I had already resolved on a plan of making my discovery + known, which very much resembles the plan you advise—and without + need of leaving my home.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Suburan shook his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Simple being as I am, I have already the idea that a good patron + is necessary.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Of course.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then, since that is settled, I have resolved that my patron shall + be the most powerful of all—the ruler of the world, in fact. + To-morrow, if I can be ready, I will go and show the fruit of my + labour for the approval of Caesar himself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What—Caesar!’ cried Cestus, starting violently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caesar—Tiberius Claudius Nero Caesar,’ replied Masthlion, with a + quiet smile at the blank amazement on the features of his + companion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Biberius Caldius Mero Caesar—phew!’ muttered Cestus, mechanically + giving the Emperor his well-known nickname, which his Imperial + wine-bibbing propensities had earned for him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So murmuring, the Suburan sank back again into his reclining + posture against the bench, glaring at the potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, it would seem that I have taken a bolder flight than even + the city wit and cleverness of my Roman kinsman could devise.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is such a thing as taking too bold a flight for one’s + welfare,’ replied the other, recovering his voice; ‘and country + ignorance will plainly do many a thing which city wit would call + folly. Had it been the last Caesar now—had it been Augustus, + perhaps you would have been sensible. But this one! To go to + Capreae—to run the risk of being drowned, or spitted, ere you set + foot in the tiger’s lair—or, failing that, to be hauled before the + tiger himself, and straightway hurled from the cliffs into the sea + for a mad-brained potter! Gods preserve us, Masthlion—have you + taken leave of your senses?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page276">[pg 276]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg276"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I may have seemed like it some minutes back, but I have returned + into my usual sober spirit now. At all events, I have the wit to + see clearly what I intend to do.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You would never see Caesar—you would never be allowed to approach + within eyeshot—not even to set foot on shore!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nonsense, kinsman! Do you think we of Surrentum know not better + than to believe an idle tale such as that? Do you think we are not + better acquainted with our neighbours in Capreae, at our very + doors here, than to be affrighted at such an ogre’s fable as + yours? I will both set foot on the island and see Caesar to boot. + Is it not often done by the folk along the coast here, whenever + business demands?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And who never return. What of the dozens who are tortured and + strangled and flung to the sharks by the blood-thirsty old + hermit?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Would the people ever continue to go if that were the case?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you say none are treated in the way I say?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There may be some so unlucky if they have offended; and Caesar is + somewhat harsh and imperious as tyrants often are. But I am a + neighbour and a Surrentine, and can make a fair reason for + permission to go into Caesar’s presence—I have no fear or + uneasiness. Stercus of the vineyard up there, frequently goes to + Capreae and enters the Imperial presence.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By Hercules! I would I had known this before,’ quoth Cestus + eagerly; ‘would it be possible for me to do the same thing?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should not like to say,’ answered Masthlion, shaking his head; + ‘strangers, from a distance, seem to be out of favour on the + island. We natives have more license. Why, I know not; but + strangers—especially those who go without authority, or + business—will most likely rue their boldness. If you, a Roman, + were to make a visit, out of sheer curiosity, you would, most + likely, meet with rough handling.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph, then there is some advantage in being a Surrentine and not + a Roman,’ said Cestus ironically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So it would seem, in this instance,’ replied the potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then you may claim it with pleasure. It is hardly worth + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page277">[pg 277]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg277"></a>having when it includes + the probability of becoming a meal for the fishes. And even what I + have heard the Surrentines themselves say of old Tiberius, gives + me no better relish for him than I had before. Therefore I say, + don’t go! Take your wares to a safer market. Even suppose you were + safe enough in the ordinary way of things, as a native, a little + matter might upset the Imperial humour—a slip, a word, heaven + knows what! The royal humour might be upset even before you had + the first chance at it, and then what next? What glass pot would + save you then?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I would never run the risk. I have the means of lying by till the + sky is favourable,’ returned Masthlion, with a calm smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are resolved then?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Quite.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A wilful man will have his way,’ growled Cestus, pulling at his + beard nervously. He was very ill at ease, and he knew enough of + the potter’s nature, to be well aware of the uselessness of any + arguments to turn his determination when once arrived at. He felt + no confidence in what he had heard concerning the peculiar + privileges in Capreae toward the natives of the district, and, in + fact, was more than half assured, in his own mind, that his + kinsman was running as great a risk, as if he were going + empty-handed to a lion in its den. What if he never came back—if + he was never heard of again? It would be to lose the most + important witness in his case. That would be a terrible + misfortune. The Suburan’s heart was a load within him for + heaviness. Perplexity worried him very soon into a temper, and he + stood with brows clenched, and teeth grinding under his bearded + lips, whilst Masthlion proceeded calmly with the preparations for + his expedition. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It seemed to increase Cestus’s irritation to watch his + tranquillity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You seem to be tolerably easy, in your own mind, I must confess,’ + he snarled at length. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion looked round, and noted the ill-humoured expression of + his companion’s countenance with some surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Easy in my own mind,’ said he; ‘I am, truly enough—I feel more + contented and happy than I have done for many a day; and I have + good reason too, I think.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page278">[pg 278]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg278"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be sure it is not an evil omen,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Of what?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Ruin—death!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tush—you are talking nonsense. Set your mind at rest; I know what + I am about, and nothing shall stop me from carrying out what I + have fixed upon.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then if I cannot teach you common prudence, perhaps you will + listen to some one else. Your life and your carcase are your own, + and you can do what you like with them; but there are matters + other than your own, and also people dependent on you, who ought + to have some consideration. Have you told your wife and the girl + what you mean to do?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No; but it means only the telling,’ replied Masthlion, with the + faintest hesitation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am not so sure of that; and besides it is your duty not to run + any risk on their account.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing venture nothing win. As I have told you, you have got + silly fancies into your head. The risk I run does not trouble my + conscience on the score of those I leave behind me; so have done, + Cestus, and trouble me no more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus approached him, and taking his arm with one hand he pointed + to the door with the other. ‘Do you forget, also, what duty you + owe to the girl singing within there? You say you love her like + your own child—do you forget that you are one of the chief + witnesses in the task of restoring her to her proper station?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A shadow fell on the potter’s face and his frame shivered. ‘No, I + do not forget—how could I?’ he murmured, as his head fell on his + breast. ‘You will take her from me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will take her to Rome—it will be necessary for you and Tibia to + accompany us. Where, then, is the separation? You settle in Rome, + and carry on your work nigh at hand. The matter is ripe and will + wait no longer. Within these two days I had resolved to tell you. + I have written to her grandfather to expect her, and we must go. + Come, let us go in to supper and settle it; but without, as yet, + telling the reason. You cannot but see that all this suits you in + every way—nothing better.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion remained silent for a few moments, with his + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page279">[pg 279]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg279"></a>head cast down and his + fingers twining themselves nervously. Then he went apart, and + stooped low on his bench, with his face in his hands. Here he + remained for several minutes motionless, during which time Cestus + began to pace impatiently up and down the floor. At length the + potter stood up. The old care and heaviness was back on his face + once more, from the burden of which he had had such a brief + respite. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Cestus,’ he said huskily, ‘for my sake and my wife’s, and it may + be for hers for all that I can tell, I wish occasion had never + been to have brought you back again. We must suffer; but that is + nothing if it be for her good. I have of late thought over what + you have said. In one way and another it seems fated that she must + leave us. I have also thought that our home here would be very + dark without her, or even the consolation of knowing that she was + within easy reach. I had half resolved, therefore, to follow to + the city. She may be lost to us, it is true; but still they could + not rob us altogether of the sight of her. That—that, at least, + would be a comfort. This will decide me then. As soon as I return + from Capreae we will go, and, at least, make a trial of a new + home—though it is a hard task to transplant old trees.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As soon as you return from Capreae!’ echoed Cestus, his incipient + satisfaction giving way in a breath to disgust. ‘You will still + persist in that madness. It must never be! You have no need of + Caesar—what benefit to you is a man who lives like a hermit on a + rock? The rich nobles in Rome will be a thousand times the service + to you—you shall not go!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will!’ cried Masthlion, stung into anger and despair by the + fierce tone of his kinsman; ‘I will do my duty to the labour of my + life—its fame shall be mine and shall cling to me though + everything fall away.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Life included,’ sneered Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Let it, if it be so fated. It seems less bright than it did.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page280">[pg 280]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg280"></a> <a id="toc56"></a + ><a id="pdf57"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When they were called in to supper the two women were awaiting + them, bright-eyed and radiant, at a modest, but well-filled table. + Their new-found cheerfulness, however, was doomed to a brief + existence. Cestus remained silent and gloomy; and Masthlion, + equally taciturn, despatched his meal rapidly, as though it were a + task to be well rid of. Their dampened spirits were still more + depressed, when the potter, immediately on swallowing the last + mouthful, announced, in a blunt, matter-of-fact way, his intended + visit to Capreae. With a certain amount of dismay they at once + expressed their disapprobation of the undertaking. It oppressed + them with a sense of dread—it was of too great a magnitude. The + very name of Caesar filled them with awe. They used their best + efforts to dissuade the potter, assisted by the interjectory + remarks and sarcasms of Cestus; but they plainly saw that their + efforts were doomed to be vain. Masthlion bade them put away their + fears, and, with something of his natural manner, clapped his wife + gently on the shoulder as he went back to his workshop. Without + being reassured, the women went silently about their work of + removing the supper things, their hearts as heavy as before they + had been cheerful. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-style: italic">you</span></span + > + put this into his head?’ demanded Tibia suddenly of her brother. + Her glance was suspicious and her tone unusually sharp. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have I put it into his head?’ replied Cestus, with concentrated + scorn. ‘Oh, to be sure. Had I put it into his head, in the first + place, I should hardly have taken the trouble I have to drive it + out again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His sister being silenced he said no more, and sat tilting himself + backward and forward, in moody silence, on his stool. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page281">[pg 281]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg281"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra bestowed on him one or two lofty glances, which plainly + showed that her ideas flowed in the same direction as the dame’s. + She said nothing, however, and glided hither and thither, in and + out, in her occupation. Presently she went quietly to the door of + the workshop, and, tapping gently, asked for admission. Cestus + caught the sounds and stopped his restless motion. The door + creaked open, and by and by it closed again, and Neæra returned + into the passage. The Suburan’s quick ear heard the voices of the + two females mingling outside. There was a smothered sob, and + presently a light foot sped up the stairs. Tibia then came into + the room to give a parting touch to its arrangements before + retiring for the night. Her face was more dejected than ever. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She has been in to see him,’ observed Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia nodded yes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And did no good, I can tell.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The dame this time shook her head, and remained standing, with one + hand on her hip and the other underneath a kind of apron which she + wore over her gown, as if ready to lift it to stanch the drops + which struggled into her patient eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Very well, then,’ continued her brother, ‘we may as well give the + matter up, for the man will go his own way. It’s of no use to show + him his madness. That being the case, there is something you must + know without any further delay, since he is determined to throw + himself away. Wait and I will bring him in.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is busy, Cestus,’ dissuaded she. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He will have to make a few moments’ leisure, however,’ was the + reply, and the Suburan went accordingly to summon the potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The latter obeyed without demur on learning the reason for his + required presence. Cestus shut the door and took his former + position on his stool. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Brother-in-law, since you will not listen to reason concerning + this errand of yours to Capreae, and since I have small hope of + ever seeing you return, Tibia must hear, in your presence, what I + have already told you alone. Your life is your own, and if you are + determined to shorten it at once you can do so, I suppose. That is + your own matter, and you can settle it with or without your wife’s + help. But in the matter of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page282">[pg 282]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg282"></a>the child called Neæra, + I am concerned; and as you are about to rob me of my best witness + in her case, I must arrange matters as best I may, so as to be + able to do without you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You put it in a pleasant way, kinsman,’ returned Masthlion, + smiling; ‘but as you are bent on putting me to death I won’t argue + the point. Nevertheless I agree with you that it is time Tibia + should know what we know about our child—I still call her ours, + you see. It was only at your wish that I have kept silence as long + as this. Tell her the story—I cannot.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia sat looking from one to the other in her mute way, her hands + lying folded in her lap, and her eyes full of anxious curiosity. + What new trouble was this which was about to be launched upon her? + Was it the secret which had darkened her husband’s face so long? + Was it not enough to be told that he was about to throw away his + life on the morrow? Cestus, her brother, was the cloud upon her + house. It was time he left it, since matters had seemed to go + strangely wrong with the hour of his arrival. What of the child + Neæra? He had brought her there—did he want to take her away + again? + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her gaze fixed on the Suburan as this thought broke upon her slow + brain. Her brows knitted slightly, and her eyes seemed to contract + and congeal, for a moment, into lifeless glassy balls. She had a + manner of meeting bitter trouble, as it were, with a motionless, + voiceless, passive numbness. It resembled the action of some + animals and reptiles when seized in the grip of a ferocious enemy. + The functions of body and brain seemed withdrawn into an + impenetrable inner casket, leaving all else relaxed, lifeless, and + torpid. It is the supreme effort to resist exquisite torture, this + power of self-paralysation, this contraction of all sense into the + numbness of oblivion; whilst to the beholder the spectacle of mute + suffering is the most heartrending of all. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus, without further delay, began the same narrative he had + already related to Masthlion. Tibia sat like a carven image, with + her hands clenched in her lap and her head half bowed. Once only + during the recital she started slightly, when she heard the noble + parentage of the child she had tended, and she gave a swift, + half-startled glance, first at Cestus, and + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page283">[pg 283]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg283"></a>then at her husband. + When the end came and the speaker’s voice ceased, and she heard + the decree that Neæra was to be given up to her own people, her + fingers twitched nervously for a time. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This, then, is what has haunted thee and darkened the house!’ she + cried out sharply to her husband, as she threw her apron over her + head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The anguish of her glance cut the potter to the heart. A silence + fell on the room for a minute. Masthlion could not summon a word, + and Cestus swung uneasily on his stool. Then the latter cleared + his throat and tried to smooth matters, with arguments already + familiar to the reader. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, Tibia, you have tended the child till she has become like + your own, and it is hard, I admit, to hear she must leave you. But + consider, she was bound to go, for the Centurion will marry her + and take her away to Rome, at all events. Why trouble them? The + only way, if you cannot abide without being near her, is to go + after her. I have already told Masthlion this, with all the common + sense one can be capable of, and shown him how it is the best + place for employment in all his work.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have already agreed; if Tibia is willing we will go to the + great city,’ said Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay—but not now—not at once!’ replied Cestus sharply. ‘Only, as + you say, when you come back from Capreae. That is another thing + altogether. It is a promise on condition with a vengeance, when + there is every chance you will not be alive to perform it. + Hark’ee, Tibia, I am eager for us all to go at once, for this + reason, that I am anxious concerning the girl. There have been a + couple of fellows from Capreae in the shop lately, for nothing in + the world but to see the child herself. I saw them, heard them, + watched them. What does this mean? Why, that some fine night your + house may be broken into, and the girl carried off to the island + by a gang of Caesar’s blackguards. Once there, you may cry for + ever to get her back. Is it not time, think you, to be moving such + a good-looking lass out of the reach of the tiger’s claws? Will + you leave her to the chance of such a fate, for the sake of a + fool’s errand, on the score of a glass bowl?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The fool’s errand shall be carried out, look you,’ inter<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page284" + >[pg 284]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg284"></a>posed Masthlion sternly, + ‘so no more of that. Nevertheless, if you scent danger so close, + there is nothing to prevent you all taking ship or horse + to-morrow, if need be. I will follow when I am ready to bid + farewell to Surrentum.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And that is your determination?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is—I leave the rest to Tibia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then she and the girl and myself will go hence without delay.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Speak for yourself, brother,’ said Tibia, standing. ‘When I go my + husband goes also.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The girl, then, I shall take alone,’ cried Cestus furiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If she will go with thee,’ said Tibia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He started up so violently that he upset his stool, and he stood, + for a moment, stuttering with passion. Failing to produce an + intelligible sound, he stamped his foot savagely and rushed out of + the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion gave a grim sort of a smile and went to his workshop. + Ere he could shut the door, Tibia slipped silently after him. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page285">[pg 285]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg285"></a> <a id="toc58"></a + ><a id="pdf59"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XVI.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To return to Plautia, whom we left on the way from Tucca’s cottage + to the villa Jovis, in the stormy, gray dawn. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her litter was set down at a side door of the palace, and Zeno, + the steward, stood by to hand her out. His proffered courtesy was + loftily ignored, so he turned on his heel and led the way inside. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Not a living soul was to be seen; it was, doubtless, before the + usual hour for any one of the Imperial household to be astir about + the duties of the day. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Greek brought them into a small peristyle close at hand. He + threw open the door of a handsomely appointed room, and the noise + brought forward, from within, three or four young female slaves, + particularly noticeable for their good looks. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My prison?’ ejaculated Plautia grimly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Greek’s face grew pitiable with an injured look. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caesar has ordered these apartments for your use; and these + slaves will be under your orders,’ said he, bowing her in with a + deep obeisance. Plautia gave a haughty nod and passed in with her + own attendant. Zeno gently closed the door upon them, and his + deprecating look gave place to a satisfied grin, as he hurried + away to a different portion of the palace, in order to report to + his master. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia found that the room formed one of a suite. After the + unwonted experience of a husbandman’s kennel, the space and + luxurious arrangements of these apartments could not fail to draw + from her a sigh of satisfaction, in spite of her position. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The state of her mind was indeed unenviable. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + After the horror and misery of the night in her wretched quarters, + the brief moments of slumber, which fell, finally, on + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page286">[pg 286]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg286"></a>her exhausted senses, + had not sufficed to relieve her fevered mind. They had seemed, + instead, to have only sunk her faculties into the first leaden + state of suspension,—to have lulled the wakefulness of her + tortured brain, and plunged it into the horrors of a narcotic + sleep, amid whose heavy vapours, her struggling reflections became + the distorted phantasms of an oppressive dream. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Even yet her mind had not recovered sufficient elasticity to + entirely throw off this soporific load. Stupor still seemed to + clog her senses and maintain her in a condition of waking sleep. + The scenes of the past night still floated through her brain and + mingled with what was actually occurring, as if on common ground + of unsubstantiality. The pale, soft crescent of the moon hung + phantom-like in her distempered mind, just as it had struck upon + her gaze over the Pretorian’s shoulder; save that now its bulk + swam magnified, and its paleness shone intensified to ghastliness. + Then the play of his warm breath on her forehead, and one or two + of his gestures, which lived, as if fire-impressed in her + brain—all the sharper, in relief to the dark, blurred, frenzied + moments of sudden agony and despair which had followed, like a + gulf of blackness. After this her mental awakening in the pitchy + darkness and crash of the sudden storm, the misery of the night, + the phantoms of her short drowsiness, the coming of Caesar’s + messenger, the cold gray of sea and sky, the palace—it was all + like the unbroken course of a shadow-play. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She moved through the rooms, and, in the furthest, found the + marble basin of a bath with all appliances. With more animation, + she turned instantly, and bade the flock of young slaves prepare + it for her immediate use. To have been obliged to forego, for a + considerable period, this luxury so necessary to a Roman, had been + not the lightest privation she had incurred in her headstrong + expedition. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The crystal water, foaming and flooding out of the brazen + dolphin’s mouth into the polished basin, was so welcome a sight as + to rouse her not a little. Whilst preparing to enjoy it, one of + the slaves answered a summons at the outer door, and brought back + a message, saying, that Caesar would pay her a visit in an hour. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Infinitely revived and invigorated, Plautia returned from + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page287">[pg 287]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg287"></a>the bath to eat and + drink. She had recovered also so much of her ancient humour, as to + visit with a sharp word and a frown, a slight clumsiness on the + part of the trembling girl who served her on bended knee. The + lady’s face had lost some of its customary richness of colour, + whilst dark rings showed under her eyes, as evidences of the + night’s passionate tumult; but to one of her physical robustness + and wanton health, it required an enormous and continuous strain + to make any material inroads on her outward appearance. The slaves + apportioned to her, who had dwelt in secret on the splendid form + and beauty of their new mistress, wondering what princess she + might be, and whence she had come, now marked the imperious flash + of her eyes with inward quaking. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia dismissed them, and awaited the coming of her Imperial + visitor. The thoughtful knitting of her brows and lips were + beginning to relax under the drowsiness which crept over her, when + the pale, blotched face, and tall, stooping form of Tiberius + glided slowly into her presence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He stopped in the middle of the room, and his brilliant eyes fixed + themselves upon her with a scrutiny which she seemed to feel in + every part of her frame. Not a sign, however, glimmered in their + depths, or stirred the gravity of his countenance, to show that + her appearance in any way moved him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She rose from the couch and gave a slight obeisance of her head, + which he returned. He was familiar enough to her by sight; but + now, on close personal contact, there was something which struck + her uncomfortably. Whether it was the piercing ruthlessness of his + gaze she knew not. She began to think uneasily, that she had been + wise if she had listened to the advice she had scouted more than + once already. Her keen feminine perceptions flashed out upon him. + It was the odour of the tiger of which she had been so heedless; + and yet, withal, an old, stooping, emaciated, unsightly man. Her + thoughts, from some curious fancy, momentarily left her own + concerns, and conjured up alongside Caesar the form of his + handsome, ambitious, dashing Prefect. The comparison left its mark + on her mind. Returning to herself, her indignation and her + courage, she awaited to hear him speak. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Plautia, I bid you welcome to my house,’ he said, in his slow + way. ‘Not until last night did I know you had favoured + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page288">[pg 288]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg288"></a>the island with your + beautiful presence. I have hastened, therefore, to give you a more + fitting reception than the hovel of a husbandman can afford. It + was unkind thus to steal upon my island home with the intention of + leaving it again as silently.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have no claim upon your hospitality, Caesar,’ replied Plautia; + ‘I came hither on a trifling concern of my own, and sought to + disturb no one. The poor house in which I lodged was freely + chosen, and willingly endured for the short time of my stay. + To-day was to have seen my departure, and indeed will do so. I am + grieved that you should have learnt of my presence, and so caused + you kindly trouble on my account. If my intrusion into Capreae is + wrong and impertinent, I crave your gracious pardon and + indulgence. Indeed, no disrespect was intended.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dismiss all that from your mind,’ said Tiberius; ‘the only fact + which gives me pain is, that you should have sought to deprive us + of the delight of your fair presence; I repeat, it was unkind.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is not for me to thrust myself upon a stranger’s + hospitality—much less upon Caesar’s.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hospitality despised is the grievance, Plautia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old Emperor’s manner was highly-bred, perfectly graceful, and + polished, and a smile gently parted his lips. Nevertheless, in + spite of the delicate, deprecating speech which fell so softly, + slowly, but fluently from his honied tongue, every word seemed but + the tinkling of artifice. Had she dared to retort as she felt, she + would have said that hospitality enforced was as grievous a burden + as hospitality despised. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With this idea firmly in possession of her mind, she recognised + her jailer before her, and felt the grim hardness of the captor’s + hand toying with her through the soft sheathing of ceremony and + politeness. Nevertheless it was not her nature to feel fear, and + she never quailed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is all past,’ continued the Emperor; ‘youth and loveliness + are right and might in themselves. In their presence it is + possible for no ruffle of the mind to remain unsmoothed. Now that + you have graciously honoured my house, all is well, and——’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page289">[pg 289]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg289"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pardon, Caesar! I was brought hither, favour or no favour,’ + interrupted Plautia majestically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But now since you have honoured me,’ continued he, with the same + unruffled smile, ‘my spirit is at rest. Be pleased to use my house + and all it contains, as if it were your own. Your will shall be + law within the limits of Capreae. Small as this island is, it + contains some beauties, which we shall be eager to show, and which + have been deemed worthy of notice. It may be you have never + visited them before.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Once as a child, I think,’ replied Plautia, with a rigid aspect. + ‘Your proffered kindness is beyond words of mine to acknowledge, + but I regret that my engagements will not allow to take advantage + of it. I must return home without further delay—it is imperative.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius shook his head and forefinger at her playfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I could not allow you to carry out a determination which you + would regret to your dying day. The island would grow black with + scowls were I to suffer the fair Plautia to quit it in such haste. + Besides which, the furious wind and sea renders it impossible. + Hark, how the storm roars!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will risk the sea and the wind—I fear them + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr289"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">not!’</span> + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Possibly; but it is otherwise with those whose business it would + be to transport you to the opposite shore. Nor would I consent for + one moment to the hazard—and though a feeble old man, I am obeyed + somewhat.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No one shall run any hazard for me, if it come to that. I will + pay any fisherman the cost of his boat twice over, and go myself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius suffered an expression of admiration to gleam on his face + as the deep colour flushed in her cheeks, and the mettle sparkled + in her eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Permit me, fair Plautia!’ said he, stepping forward and raising + her hand to his lips; ‘what have I lost in not knowing you before? + What so delightful to aging eyes as the spectacle of youth and + beauty and high spirit? Doubly grateful to me the assurance, that + the spirit of my people will hardily live and flourish. ’Tis such + women as you who have nourished the masters of the world, and with + such as you left behind me, I may die in the comforting knowledge + that dominion will not leave them. But to cross those miles of + stormy water alone! + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page290">[pg 290]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg290"></a>Ah, it is wonderful + courage—it conquers me! But it cannot be—it is madness! Were I to + allow it I would esteem myself your murderer. No, no, you must + live, and be the mother of heroes!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is imperative that I return home immediately, and I entreat + that you will not seek to detain me,’ said Plautia, with fierce + rage eating her heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It remains a marvel to us how you came to land here without the + fact being duly reported,’ said Tiberius, as if he were stone + deaf; ‘it was a feat quite in accordance with your spirit, to be + able to cheat the vigilance on which we pride ourselves. Can it be + possible that you alighted in our midst as the soft goddess + herself would do?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Had it been so, I would have retired in the same manner ere + this,’ she replied, with scarcely veiled scorn. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor laughed silently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thank heaven,’ he said, ‘which leaves you dependent on mortal + means of locomotion like the rest of us, and so preserves your + presence to us. I, myself, prefer warm flesh and blood to these + airy immortals whom we never know, save in the fables of the + poets. I leave you, therefore, for the present, lady, with the + satisfaction that you cannot depart through the air. I am the + richer in your acquaintance, which must be extended. Now that I + have the assurance of my own eyes of your comfort, I will intrude + no longer at present.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For that receive my thanks, Caesar,’ she cried, advancing, as he + retired; ‘but circumstances make it impossible for me to remain—at + all hazards I must quit the island.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To-day it is quite impossible,’ returned Tiberius, gliding nearer + the door; ‘to-morrow, I am satisfied, your mind will be changed. + Till then, farewell, fair Plautia!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As the last word left his lips he contrived to retreat, and + summarily close the conference by shutting the door upon it, yet + so dexterously as to leave no impression of unseemly haste. + Plautia sprang after him, but her devoted slave seized her skirts + and besought her to be prudent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fool!’ cried her mistress in a fury, flashing out at the same + time a superb oath and a blow. Her retainer started back in + affright, and Plautia rushed out into the peristyle. Not a sight + or a sound of a living being were distinguishable. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page291">[pg 291]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg291"></a>She flew along what + seemed to be the Emperor’s most likely line of retreat, and boldly + called upon him in loud tones. But nothing answered save the short + echo of her own voice: the place seemed deserted. Passage ran out + of passage in bewildering intricacy. Again she stopped and called, + and again the echoes sank around her into dead silence, as she + stood with her senses strained to their utmost. Was the palace + really inhabited? If so, what part? She pressed on again, keeping + to what she assumed was the main corridor. Suddenly her course was + stopped by a door. In the dim light she sought in vain for a + handle or latch, or anything which might cause the door to yield. + Nothing but a smooth hard surface met her touch, wherever it + strayed: there was not even a keyhole. Wasting no time, therefore, + she instantly turned back. On either hand she had passed the + entrances of room after room. She darted in and out, exploring + them with wonderful energy. She was fully roused, but more with + passion than sense of danger. Her explorations, however, availed + her nothing. Some of the apartments were furnished, and more were + just as the workmen’s hands had left them. All alike were + uninhabited. Forming another resolution, she relinquished this + task, in order to make her way back to her own apartments. The + time to be consumed in this, however, was a matter dependent on + chance, since her movements had become merely at random. With + nothing to guide her she hastened along, doubling on her track now + and again when she considered herself to be wrong, or when her + flying steps led her into a + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">cul-de-sac</span></span + >. At last she struck the right path, and finally ran out into the + peristyle of her own rooms, very much relieved in mind and temper, + and scant of breath. She found she had made a circuit of the maze. + Nearly opposite, her slave was standing by the open door, where + she had been left in the agonies of doubt and fear. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis nothing but a maze of empty passages and rooms,’ exclaimed + her mistress, bursting on her savagely. ‘Where the people dwell, I + know not—nor where the old dotard has disappeared to. I had caught + him if you had not held me, fool. Come, let us see if we cannot + find the outer door through which we entered, and so let us + begone; it was nigh at hand somewhere.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page292">[pg 292]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg292"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia had no recollection of the way, but her companion had been + more attentive. They went almost straight to the narrow outer door + which they required. To their joy it opened to their touch, and + they passed outside. Before them was a long stretch of ornamental + garden of irregular shape, but rectangular in the main. It was + picturesquely laid out with artificial mounds, grottoes, and + groves, in the miniature semblance of a sylvan wilderness, and the + whole was encircled by a wall. In this outside domain, as + within-doors, no living being was visible. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The storm still roared and blustered. The winding irregular + parapet of the wall was the horizon, and above it the gray watery + masses of clouds drove across the sky. Even, sheltered as they + were, the trees and shrubs of the tiny thickets and groves bent + low to the blast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It had, of course, been previously necessary to pass through a + portion of this garden to enable them to reach the door of the + palace. They proceeded at once to search for the entrance, and + found it amid the winding depths of a grove and ornamental + rockery-work. It profited them nothing, however, for the door was + as fast and firm as the wall in which it was embedded. They + hurried on, looking for an opening, or a weak spot in the ring of + masonry, for it was too lofty to afford any hope of surmountal. To + hide it from view had taxed the utmost ingenuity of arrangement; + but the efforts of the gardeners had met with considerable + success. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the two females had swiftly threaded a succession of + miniature alleys, glades, groves, and rocky glens, to the furthest + end of the garden, and were skirting along the opposite side, on + their return journey, their eyes were suddenly gladdened by + observing the forbidding wall slope abruptly down, and continue at + a considerably lower level. Moreover, here and there the earth was + heaped up in grassy mounds, within three or four feet of the top. + Up one of these Plautia sprang with a cry of joy. Reaching the + summit, she stood aghast, for, as she peered over the parapet, + nothing stood between her and the gray foam-streaked water, more + than a thousand feet below. Leaning over, she looked down the + smooth wall, cunningly faced with the verge of the sheer cliffs, + right down into the waters, roaring and dashing into spouts of + foam against the rocks far away at + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page293">[pg 293]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg293"></a>the bottom. Nothing but + a sea-bird could ever set a foot there. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She shivered and drew back, and the slave gave a cry of dismay. + One or two observations more, where opportunity offered, gave the + same result, and thus they arrived back at the palace. There was a + wall of smooth-dressed stone on one hand, high and unscaleable, + and on the other was a leap of a thousand feet, plumb down into + the foaming sea. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Roman damsel looked from one to the other with a fierce + glance. She was entrapped, beyond doubt, and like a trapped animal + she stood for a few moments, as if at bay, with scowling brows and + labouring breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slave observed, and stood discreetly back. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come!’ said Plautia, suddenly wheeling toward the entrance of the + villa, ‘we can do nothing out here but starve ourselves; we must + play the fox and not the lion; let us get in again and wait for a + fool’s face.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page294">[pg 294]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg294"></a> <a id="toc60"></a + ><a id="pdf61"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XVII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Baffled and chafing, Plautia stretched herself on the couch again, + and, this time, fell into a profound slumber, whilst her slave + nodded and dozed, in company, upon a cushion at her feet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + No sooner did the former awake, greatly refreshed, than one of her + attendants glided into the room, saying that the Emperor’s steward + was awaiting admittance to deliver a message. The handsome Greek + was brought in, and he handed her the tablets he bore. Plautia + opened the missive, and found it to be a scrawl in Caesar’s own + hand, desiring her company at breakfast, or luncheon, by whichever + term the Roman prandium may be called. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘His highness honours me,’ she said frigidly; ‘but I am not well, + and must be excused.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Does your ladyship wish me to take that message to Caesar?’ said + Zeno, with subdued regret in his tone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She nodded, and swept majestically into her dressing-room, where + the mirror gave her the satisfaction of beholding a recovered + bloom in her cheeks. She had never been prostrated a day with + sickness in her memory. Yet to accept a place of her own free will + at the table of her jailer was monstrous—at least so her indignant + thoughts ran at that moment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With recovered mental tone, her feminine curiosity began to + indulge itself in a more minute inspection of its surroundings + than it had hitherto found inclination for. In a small closet she + came upon an array of female vestments. Caesar and Capreae were in + general forgotten for a period, amid the rustle of beautiful and + costly fabrics. Presently came another message, that Charicles, + the Emperor’s physician, was in attendance, and would see her at + her convenience. Plautia + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page295">[pg 295]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg295"></a>gave a grim kind of + smile, and directed inquiry to be made who had sent the physician, + and why. The answer was that it was by command of Caesar himself, + who was much concerned to learn of her indisposition. He also + said, that if sufficiently recovered, he would expect to see her + at the Imperial supper-table. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Say to Caesar I am grateful for his thoughtful attention,’ said + Plautia; ‘but my illness will not require a physician’s aid, and + will amend itself by and by.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Contained in the rooms was a small library of books, and to these + Plautia at last turned her attention, when everything else had + yielded its full amusement. She lacked the fanciful and + imaginative powers which are enslaved by books. She had no + resources, no world within to draw upon, like the solitary dreamer + or student, who usually finds his own company the most + entertaining. Her temperament was practical and her habits active. + The resources of the great city, with its variety and bustle, had + never failed to provide occupation to fill her time; but here, + cooped in the corner of a house, on an island, the situation was + wholly different, and already loomed as a serious matter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She read for some time, and then was wearied. Her own thoughts had + remained passive too long, and began to reassert themselves very + actively to the subjection of her author. The book was finally + tossed aside, and its reader betook herself to pacing ceaselessly + and aimlessly through the rooms, with her hands behind her back + and her eyes bent on the floor. She gave full rein to her + thoughts, and they sought the deep-worn rut of their former fierce + torrent, as naturally as the quivering needle-point seeks the + pole. Her brows grew dark and heavy once more. Suddenly she shut + herself up alone. + </p> + <div class="tei tei-tb">* * * * * * *</div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was a brighter gleam in the air when, after a time, she came + forth. The small windows, high up, seemed more radiant, and + outside, in the peristyle, there was even hazy sunlight. The storm + had broken. The place seemed to stifle her. Catching up a cloak + she sought the garden. The heavy gale had dropped into a steady, + brisk breeze, fresh, bracing, and salt. The low, hurrying pall of + gray vapours had + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page296">[pg 296]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg296"></a>melted away, and, far + overhead, the clouds were luminous. They were shredding and + breaking fast into feathery masses. Here and there already peeped + the deep blue of the heavens. The sea still tumbled its foamy + billows far below, but, from the great elevation of the villa + garden, the agitation was scarcely noticeable. It seemed like a + huge plain thickly flecked with snow, across the surface of which + moved gleaming halos of radiance shooting down from the sunny + rifts overhead. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia, on reaching the door previously described as fixed in the + high wall, turned to the palace attendants and bade them bring the + means to open it. They were visibly struck with embarrassment, but + a tall handsome girl, who seemed to have authority over the rest, + was constrained to find an answer, as the brow of the lady began + speedily to blacken over. She said she would be obliged to go to + the steward, having no authority herself in the matter. Plautia + bade her do so, and she hurried away accordingly. Presently she + returned with the reply that the steward was absent in attendance + on the Emperor, and that nothing could be done until his return. + Plautia turned sharp on her heel, without a word, and continued + her walk. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In half an hour she was again within her room, attempting a + perusal of her book. But, though her eyes rested on the letters, + she never read twenty lines. Very soon she was again wandering + here and there, aimlessly and wearily, under the influence of her + disturbed thoughts. Presently she found herself standing before + the mirror of her dressing-room, gazing at her reflected face with + an unconscious and preoccupied stare. Becoming attentive, or + waking up, as it were, she noticed that either the fresh breeze + out-of-doors, or else the ferment of her mind, or both combined, + had more than restored the rich warmth of colour which was the + crown of her vivid type of beauty. Its brilliance was, perhaps, + even a trifle more than customary; yet it was magnificent, and no + one understood that better than herself. She drew herself up, + folded her arms across her ample bosom, and smiled sidelong at + herself with proud satisfaction. A new idea had possessed her, and + she nodded approvingly to herself. Her black orbs sparkled with a + careless, reckless light. One passion had ruled her, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page297">[pg 297]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg297"></a>but that was all over. + She had drunk to the dregs of the anguish which stimulates + despair, and she would meet Caesar on his own ground. Wearied and + harassed beyond her patience by the disappointment which poisoned + her thoughts, and which was yet increased by the unaccustomed + restriction and monotony of her position, she rushed from the idea + of remaining passively watching. With the recklessness of a + gamester who has lost all, she would go boldly forth. To act on + the aggressive, with such potent weapons as her wit and beauty, + would be more likely to achieve her liberty, than standing + defiantly at bay in the corner of a cage. It might, moreover, + bring her more than mere liberty. She knew not what fate might + have in store for her; and, in truth, she cared little. At least + she might calculate upon the relief of some amount of novelty and + excitement. It is better to die in a dash for liberty, than to lie + and rot away in a dungeon. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was then resolved. She would recover from her indisposition, + and appear at Caesar’s supper-table, wreathed with smiles and + graciousness. It might be called a feminine masked reconnaissance + in force. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She, therefore, caused her intention to become known to the + domestics when the hour for supper approached; and through them it + was conveyed to the Imperial ears. To arm herself was the next and + most important business. Her own wardrobe, under the circumstances + of her visit, was most humble and scanty; but, in the plentiful + supply already alluded to, she had neither difficulty nor scruple + in selecting an attire to her satisfaction. The protracted and + minute process of the toilet completed, she stood forth brilliant, + peerless, and resistless. The admiration of the women broke forth + in murmurs as she swept on in the wake of Zeno and his people, who + had come to marshal her to table. + </p> + <div class="tei tei-tb">* * * * * * *</div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + From supper, at a late hour, she went back to her room triumphant. + Exultation shone in her eyes, and, for a time at least, lulled the + sticking pain in her heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Copious floods of wine flashed in Caesar’s cup, whilst his gaze + was riveted on the matchless beauty of his guest. The + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page298">[pg 298]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg298"></a>cool-headed, temperate + Prefect, whom the Emperor had purposely brought into unexpected + contact with his guest, looked on and laughed in his sleeve. On + Plautia, at times, he bestowed an ironical smile, the spirit of + which she defined, and resented inwardly. Atticus, Flaccus, and + Marinus, three devoted personal friends of the Emperor, drank + their wine, gazed their fill at the superb woman, listened to her + lively wit, and gave back what they could of their own, in an + excited ecstasy and jauntiness of foolish middle-age. The night + waxed, and the faces of the waiting slaves grew weary. But the + wine still splashed into the gold goblet of Caesar, and his eyes + scarce moved from the girl before him. These only betrayed him to + the watchful; for his slow, cautious tongue, scarcely looser with + wine, said little. The time flew on. Draught followed draught + still faster, until Plautia rose to go. The pallid face of + Tiberius had become gradually suffused with a faint tint of the + warm floods which were pouring through his veins. His kindling + eyes had begun to sparkle and blaze like a basilisk’s. The + swift-witted damsel seized the moment, and, with the briefest + delay, left the table and the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The rich jewel which had set the ring was gone. The flame in the + Emperor’s eyes lacked its fuel, and quickly sank like the chilling + embers of fire. His gaze became a vacant stare, and then swiftly + relapsed into the glassy stupidity of intoxication: but all in + complete silence. The remaining six men, after a parting cup, took + their leave of their Imperial host, who made no sign in response. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + One of the guests walked away from the palace, under the bright + stars, with a hot brow, and tumult in his breast. The Prefect, his + companion, suddenly startled the quiet night air with a loud + laugh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is she not clever, my Titus? Is she not superb? Did she not play + a pretty game? Ha! ha! ha! Is it not a droll world this of ours? + An emperor besotted on what a poor centurion has spurned! Wouldst + thou have turned a goddess adrift who had knelt to thee? O, mighty + Centurion! O, poor Caesar! Was she ever so glorious as to-night? + But hark you—it was false fire. I caught the spurious tone—did you + not, Afer? But she was incomparable—do you not hear, my friend?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page299">[pg 299]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg299"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer ground his teeth, and muttered something unintelligibly + between his lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She was, do you say? You are insufferably dull, my friend. You + have drunk too much, or not enough. It is lucky our companionship + is only to be short. Here is my way! + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Vale!</span></span + > + sleep off your sombre fit!’ Afer went on, but not to his bed. He + burned with a fever which could not endure the cramping walls of + his lodging. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The first faint, luminous gleam of dawn in the eastern sky found + him watching, motionless, under the walls of the villa Jovis, and + then, and not until then, he went away homeward. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page300">[pg 300]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg300"></a> <a id="toc62"></a + ><a id="pdf63"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XVIII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Some days subsequently, Plautia stood with her arms resting on the + parapet of the garden wall which edged the cliffs. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her mood was one of profound abstraction, and the fixed gaze of + her eyes seemed to be unconscious of the endless beauties of the + scene which lay within the scan of that giddy height. The rays of + the autumn sunlight, mingling with the opal-coloured light, the + deepening shades of the whispering sea, the changing tints of the + mountains, and the white gleam of the cities fringing the sweep of + the distant shores, were far from her mind. No sound arose to the + secluded spot on high, save the mysterious murmur of nature, so + favourable to an utter absorption of mind, until the grate of a + human foot behind aroused her with a start. Turning round she + beheld Afer standing within a few yards, gazing at her intently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Since the banquet the manner of Plautia had become that of one + quite reconciled to her situation. Nay, it rather betokened + satisfaction and pleasure judging by outward manifestation. She + had seemingly earned complete freedom also, since she came and + went wherever and whenever she pleased, without being subjected to + any galling symptom of restraint. Her apartments were free of + access to whosoever chose to visit her, though these were + necessarily few in number. To Tiberius himself she jestingly + contrasted her later freedom with her first day’s experience. He + lightly returned, that he prided himself upon the better judgment + he had shown, in perceiving the unreality of her momentary + dissatisfaction; and that now, since time had proved him to be + right, she might call herself the Queen of Capreae, and do aught + her mind might fancy, save attempt to quit the island. This he + added <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page301">[pg 301]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg301"></a>smilingly, with the + customary shake of his forefinger; but, whether it was an earnest + injunction veiled in jest, Plautia had not as yet thought proper + to prove. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In accordance with this disposition of affairs Afer had first + presented himself at her apartments, and, by direction of her + attendants, had followed her to the garden. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His cheeks seemed hollower and more drawn, and his glance was + haggard and restless. For the rest, his attire and bearing were + unchanged in their faultless taste and neatness. Plautia did not + quit her position, but simply turned her back against the wall, + with her elbows thrust behind her on the top of the stones. The + grace of her splendid form was thus admirably displayed, but the + posture was strongly suggestive of careless indifference. The + languid gaze, and the lifeless drawl of her salutation, were even + more devoid of the sense of politeness; but he, nevertheless, drew + nearer to her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They told me you were here, so I made bold to follow you,’ he + said. ‘No wonder the evening has tempted you forth with its + loveliness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She gave a faint yawn, and turned her glance languidly another + way, in a manner distinctly rude and heedless. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His gloomy eyes flashed, and his hand clenched for a moment in + anger. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have interfered with your solitary enjoyment of the scene.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was thinking nothing of it,’ she replied carelessly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Intent, perhaps, upon the thoughts of Rome, far away across the + waters there—your eyes seemed fixed in that direction.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are mistaken.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pardon, Plautia, for having intruded myself so unpleasantly and + untimely. It is all the more to be regretted, inasmuch as I sought + you with the hope of your favour, having just received letters + from Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And how could the letters of Titus Afer possibly concern me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Being discursive they might probably contain something to + interest you, in the current affairs of the city we love so well.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page302">[pg 302]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg302"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph!’ she said drily, with her gaze still fixed down the + garden. ‘You are speaking for yourself. You are growing thin and + pale, Afer, and absence from the city you love so well is trying + you. You are fretting after the airy height of the Esquiline, and + the view of the housetops from your own portico.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You, who have left it so recently, can so far afford to mock me,’ + he retorted sarcastically. ‘I will plead guilty to the charge in + order not to spoil the jest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is not worth another word.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My correspondent tells me that Rome is wondering what is passing + in the island here.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is not surprising in the city, when one considers the power + and importance of the absentees—including yourself!’ said she. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of course,’ responded Afer, growing paler; ‘nor, at the same + time, must such a powerful factor in the Imperial destinies as the + beauty of Plautia be omitted.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia smiled and showed her pearly teeth, and the face of the + knight grew whiter than ever. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It seems that, surprised as the poor exiles on this island were + at your appearance, the citizens are even more mystified at your + disappearance there. It is totally inexplicable. Rumour says you + have been stolen, murdered, and so on’ (Plautia’s smile deepened + as she caught the fiercely suppressed tremor of anger in his + voice); ‘or translated to the companionship of the immortals, + after the fashion of old,’ he continued; ‘that is even believed + in. One individual, at least, is inconsolable, frantic, + desperate—mad, if you like. Searching day and night—wandering + sleepless like a spectre.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Only one, Afer—do they tell you of only one?’ she said + ironically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Only one in such sad straits,’ he responded. ‘You can guess + probably who it is.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia shrugged her shoulders carelessly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So may one love you and perish—O wretched example!’ he said + bitterly. ‘If the miserable man could only have seen that careless + shrug of your pitiless shoulders.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The idiot—he has seen many such, doubtless. Am I to be answerable + for the presumption of such fools?’ said she, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page303">[pg 303]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg303"></a>turning her head swiftly + toward him with a withering blast of scorn and contempt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight’s face became like pallid marble, but, apparently + impenetrable, he replied— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Surely not, if it be of their own cultivation. There can be no + blame to you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Thanks!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nevertheless one should feel pity and not scorn; for who knows + how soon the same fate may overtake oneself? Ill-starred Martialis + is not the first nor the last who has suffered from misplaced + infatuation.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her face was in profile, and his eyes scanned it keenly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of course Plautia knows I am speaking of Caius Martialis, the + bosom friend of Apicius,’ he went on, with slow distinctness. + ‘There is also another Martialis, his brother Lucius, a Centurion + of the Pretorian guard, at present in attendance here on our + worthy friend the Prefect. Do you know this one?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It matters not whether I do or not; it is not worth the trouble + to try and remember. I am ever grateful for your visit, your + company, your entertaining conversation, which has beguiled my + loneliness. And now I must bid good-night—it grows chilly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She roused herself from her leaning posture, and gathered up her + drapery preparatory to moving off. Afer’s eyes were still riveted + on her countenance. Her mocking words were easily borne after the + insulting demeanour already experienced. Something like a cold + smile rested on his lips as he watched her. He did not feel + disposed to leave her yet. Her behaviour had stung him deeply, and + the bitterness which gnawed him so grievously was too keen to be + borne without the solace of retaliation. He waited a few moments + until she was on the point of retiring, without any further notice + of him, and then said, in a low voice— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be better worth your while than you think, Plautia, to + strive to remember if the soldier-brother be amongst your + acquaintance or not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Another time when I am more disposed,’ she sternly answered, + beginning to descend the grassy mound on which they stood. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page304">[pg 304]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg304"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘At your own gracious pleasure,’ he repined, as he leisurely + followed. ‘I mentioned it, because I thought it might interest you + to know, that whether the acquaintance really exist or not, there + are rumours in the island of a somewhat close relationship between + you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She stopped short, and turned round upon him—so swiftly and + sharply, that the skirts and folds of her garments whirled out on + the air. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Rumours—what rumours? What close relationship? What do you mean?’ + she said, with the haughtiness of a queen to a slave. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing, but what my words plainly convey. Let me repeat—it is + said in the island that a warm friendship exists between yourself + and the Centurion Martialis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And what of that? Is it not permitted to me to have warm friends + as well as others?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He gently shrugged his shoulders, and the action brought the + sudden fire to her eyes and the colour to her cheeks. Noting the + signs he looked down and smiled covertly, to her intense + irritation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you wish to trifle with me, Afer?’ she said, in a dangerous + tone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I would rather brave Tiberius himself,’ he replied, with a bow, + which was lower than humility itself; ‘far from trifling, I merely + alluded to that which passes current in the island; but, if it be + distasteful to you, I regret I was the unlucky means of making it + known.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My friends are always of my choosing; I ever abide by my choice + and suffer no other interference. It is true I remember to have + met the younger Martialis on chance occasions in the city. It is + hardly possible that it should be otherwise, since the brother + haunts me like a pestilent shadow. That should all the more + predispose me to increase the intimacy with the name as little as + possible. The tale of the elder brother’s folly has followed even + here, Afer, and the good idle Capreans have saddled it on the + wrong man—the mistake is obvious.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That would have been the most probable explanation doubtless, if + I were sure that the idle babbling had arisen amongst the + islanders themselves.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page305">[pg 305]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg305"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Psa!’ ejaculated she, sweeping round again, as if contemptuously + dropping all further thought of the subject. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She walked on a few yards with the knight following. Then she + turned sharply round on her heel and confronted him again. The + movement was unexpected, and she caught a smile on his lip. She + stamped her foot. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell me, what this is—what it all means! Quick, man!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The thorn has stuck,’ he murmured imperceptibly, as he hesitated + and looked down. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Speak!’ continued the angry imperious tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I knew she could not rest with that prickle rankling in her + mind,’ he continued inwardly; ‘now her haughtiness shall dance to + my piping and pay for her insolence.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A vehement snatch of her hand at his arm roused him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you hear, Afer? Speak when I ask you!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Raising his head he looked at her with provoking gravity, and his + studied deliberate manner easily attained the effect he designed + for it. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At no time did she appear so superb, as when her impetuous blood + was stirred, and the excitement of anger glowed in her cheeks and + flashed in her eyes. He gazed upon her with a double + gratification, for, while his glance drank in the spectacle of her + kindled beauty, his heart warmed with a savage joy of power. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Her contemptuous bearing had filled him with a devouring tumult of + passions, none the less fierce, because of the powerful restraint + which stifled them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + All the arts of sympathetic love and compassion may be lavished on + a mind which lies numb in the chill death of its hope of hopes; + but let the venom of contempt be flung upon it, from a certain eye + or lip, and it straightway surges from its icy torpor with the + fire and fury of deadly hate. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Above the wild passion which sickened in the heart of Afer, + struggled resentment and profound indignation. He calmly looked + back the flashing gaze of his companion, and a faintly mocking + smile curved his lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, I hear,’ he said at length; ‘of what do you wish me to + speak?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of what? You are bent on provoking me. Are we not + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page306">[pg 306]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg306"></a>talking—did you not + speak of some rumour or tavern gossip of the island at my + expense?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Since your appearance in Caesar’s villa, as a guest, the island + is mightily interested in you, and, naturally, the tongue follows + the bent of the mind. Many rumours and conjectures are doubtless + rife concerning you. To which would you have me refer?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are playing with me, I repeat—you dare to do so,’ she + replied; and he plainly saw the effort it cost her to speak, as + she did, in a quiet tone. ‘You either know something, or + nothing—to the point then, quickly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your displeasure is so swift and heavy that it behoves me to be + most prudent and cautious. Give me to understand of what I am to + speak——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘People call you wise and subtle, but, to me, your prudence and + caution savours very much of the profound wisdom of the bird of + Minerva.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a sapient fowl which flies about in the night-time only, + and, doubtless, sees many strange things in moonlight and shade,’ + said he. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Once again—do you refuse to answer me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Surely not, in reply to a direct question,’ he answered, as if + taking a malicious pleasure in forcing her to mention names. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will give you a cue then,’ said she; ‘you mentioned rumours + concerning me—tell me all you know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is only one worth repeating.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And that refers to Martialis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She was pale, with the exception of a bright, red spot on either + cheek, and, perceiving by her look and tone, that it would be + imprudent to try her further, he nodded affirmatively. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And could you not say so before?’ she asked, with an + indescribable sneer which stung him to the quick. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not until you yourself had uttered the name, should I have dared + to mention what might prove disagreeable,’ he replied derisively. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Proceed, then, and without fear.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It will require but few words. You arrived in a mysterious + manner; and, it is said, you came hither of your own + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page307">[pg 307]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg307"></a>accord, because you + could no longer endure the absence of the handsome Centurion + Martialis from Rome!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Psa! You are too ridiculous.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She laughed outright, but the knight, though he could not but + admire her self-possession, could hardly fail to detect the false + ring on her tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And this is the portentous secret you drag forth so + mysteriously,’ she cried; ‘this is what you have heard in the + wine-shops and on the Marina! Worthy, idle Capreans! And you, + Titus Afer—subtle Titus Afer—to what an empty, pitiful condition + of mind, has the sleepy stagnation of this pile of rocks amid the + sea brought you, that such an idle fable should so occupy your + thoughts as to relate it seriously and solemnly to me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I admit that one’s faculties are apt to rust amid the sluggish + tranquillity of this place,’ replied Afer, with a sigh of charming + softness. ‘The whole thing is absurd, but for the extraordinary + fact, that the wonderful story is not the production of the + gossips themselves. Instead of being born in the village below, it + has flowed from the villa above—from headquarters itself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As a matter of fact, the details of Plautia’s romantic adventure + had spread no further than the reader is already aware of, but the + unscrupulous knight knew the power of such a statement, false as + it was, and, therefore, made it without hesitation. To have given + the rumour on the authority of the simple islanders themselves, + was to have rendered it of no weight with her; but to boldly state + that it proceeded from the villa, was at once to load her with the + maddening suspicion that she had been betrayed. Thus to include + the man he hated, by one master-stroke, was a worthy revenge, and + he perpetrated the falsehood with an utter recklessness of + discovery. He was prepared to exult over an explosion of wrath, + or, better still, to gloat over an exhibition of shame and + abasement, which would have left him master of the field, in a + triumph to last as long as life. But to have reckoned on any mood + of weakness, he perceived, at once, was vain. His quiet words fell + on her ears with an unexpectedness that struck her dumb for a few + moments. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis must have betrayed her—had probably told all + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page308">[pg 308]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg308"></a>to his comrades, as an + excellent joke and boast; and for all she knew, she had, perhaps, + been the sport and object of secret laughter to every one around. + Her pride boiled—her head whirled. Her eyes dilated and her robust + frame trembled as if seized with ague. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Infamous!’ she cried, at length, in a choking voice. ‘But say you + are trifling with me, Afer, and this is the crown of your jest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am not so mad,’ he replied, dwelling with complete satisfaction + on the effect of his communication. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘From whom, then, in the villa, has such a slander sprung?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That I cannot say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I must know.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Drowning were too good for him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Him!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Him,’ repeated the knight, with a nod. ‘There are no women in the + villa who could possibly be the author of such a story. It is + certain to be a man. Have you no suspicion?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He could hear the grate of her teeth as she breathed heavily and + rapidly through her nostrils. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Suspicion!’ she cried, after some inarticulate sounds. ‘How am I + to know? A lie—it is for any one—what is easier? A + scullion—Caesar—any one can make a lie! It is another matter to + discover it—the coward!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who?’ demanded Afer, starting at the fierce intensity of the + epithet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The coward—the liar, whoever he may be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph, that is true; if we could only find him out.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He looked at her with a sidelong glance. Her face had taken a + cadaverous hue, and her forehead seemed to shine as if bedewed + with moisture. Her eyes, under their knitted eyebrows, were + directed for the moment in fierce abstraction among the thickets + of the gardens, so that he had ample opportunity for observing + her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Such a fabrication, mischievous as it is, is too idle to cause + you concern, Plautia,’ he said, breaking silence. ‘I see it has + troubled you as I dreaded; but, in my humble opinion, you consider + it too much.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page309">[pg 309]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg309"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Can I help, and I a woman?’ she retorted fiercely; ‘but I will be + even with the coward.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He must first be found; and I think the best plan would be to + commence with the individual with whom your name has been linked + in such a shameless fashion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you think it is he?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, I cannot say. But as a beginning must be made somewhere in + the inquiry, that is the point I should select. I don’t see but + what it is as likely as any. He is tall, well-favoured, conceited, + like all Pretorians, and more so, probably, since the Prefect + makes much of him. He has probably told his comrades some such + story, as a boast of his own superior attractions. It is a + weakness of the military nature, and of the gorgeous Pretorian + nature in particular, to be vain of a supposed fascination over + females.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia smiled disdainfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I had the opportunity of coming in contact with one of his + conquests the other day,’ continued Afer, ‘a young girl with whom + he is infatuated, they say. One of the lower people only. The + daughter of a potter in Surrentum, who has some sort of reputation + for his work. Wishing for some specimens of his handicraft, as a + memento of Surrentum, I went thither to purchase, and the girl + herself attended on me in the shop. A tall, lithe, handsome girl, + undoubtedly, and with a manner altogether superior to that of her + class, however she came by it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And do you think it likely, with such a paragon as this under his + sway, he would ever trouble himself to invent a lie concerning + another?’ said Plautia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, in the most natural manner possible,’ laughed Afer. ‘You know + not these men. Victory does not appease them. They are insatiable + after fresh conquests, like Alexander.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Indeed—is it possible?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She proceeded calmly to gather together the skirts of her + garments; and beyond the pallor of her face, the result of her + great mental excitement, there was nothing unusual in her manner. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I can help you in the matter, command me, Plautia,’ said Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I ask nothing save your profound silence—I will take the affair + into my own hands.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page310">[pg 310]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg310"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It will be well dealt with.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She bowed her head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I suppose the Centurion is to be found somewhere in the vicinity + of the villa?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He left yesterday for Rome on an errand for the Prefect.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You appear to be very intimate with him and his movements,’ + remarked Plautia drily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The place is so small, and its events so few, that every one + seems to know everything that passes. As for his departure, I + happened to be idling on the Marina at the moment he took boat, so + that there is no mystery in my knowledge.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No matter; he will return, I presume.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah yes, for his sweetheart’s sake as well as his commander’s. It + is a matter of jest how he invariably posts to Rome, when often he + might save himself and the Imperial horses the labour. For + instance, what a fine breeze has been blowing these three days + past—a fair wind which would have taken a swift-sailing galley + straight from the Marina to Ostia or Puteoli without the touch of + an oar.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Winds are apt to fail and change when least desired. He probably + prefers the surer method of travelling.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, but why?’ said Afer, with a cunning smile, ‘because his + sweetheart’s home is but a few paces from the road to Rome, and + thereby he gains the opportunity of seeing her for a few moments, + going and coming—that is the real reason.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And an excellent one too, Afer. He shows his devotion as well as + his sense. The woman ought to be proud of him,’ she replied, with + a perceptible sneer which filled the listener’s heart with + transport. ‘Lest it be of use to me, you may as well tell me this + girl’s name.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I do not know, I grieve to say, but it may be obtained. Her + father is well known, and lives on the further side of the town, + close by the main road; he is a potter, as I have said.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Surrentum, I understand, contains many of them. Have you not his + name?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer considered for a few moments. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, I know—it had almost slipped my memory. His name is + Masthlion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Masthlion—good!’ said Plautia; ‘it may help or it may not. It is + as well to know it.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page311">[pg 311]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg311"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She turned and walked quickly toward the villa, and Afer attended + her in silence up to the door of her apartments. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have been the unwitting cause of bringing you great + unpleasantness,’ he said as he took leave; ‘but you will admit + that I was unwilling to relate what I did.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I admit it. It was necessary for me to hear eventually—the sooner + the better. I now perceive I gave way to my anger more than the + occasion warranted, but on a woman slander falls heavier than on a + man. + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Vale!</span></span + >’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She entered the room swiftly and shut the door, and the knight + burst into a laugh and strode off. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If I have not opened a Pandora’s box in my own small way, I am + mistaken. I am not to be treated as she treats that spiritless dog + of a Martialis in Rome—no, by Hercules!’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page312">[pg 312]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg312"></a> <a id="toc64"></a + ><a id="pdf65"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XIX.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer had gauged with tolerable accuracy the depth to which he had + stirred the heart of Plautia, in spite of her efforts to + counterfeit indifference. Indeed, with the actual knowledge he + possessed of her feelings towards the Centurion Martialis, he + could scarcely be misled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She will go straightway and lock herself up alone, to give it all + vent,’ he thought to himself, with a grin, ‘and quite right that + she should know the flavour of what she deals so liberally to + others.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + What the knight thus shrewdly conjectured was actually the course + which Plautia followed. No sooner had she quitted him, than, + impatiently refusing all the attentions of her women, she closed + the door upon them, and gave a full rein to the feelings which + choked her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Furious resentment against the betrayer of her confidence was + uppermost; and reflection on the consequences of publicity was + maddening to one whose intense pride had never been thwarted in + any particular. She would now be haunted by the covert smile, the + half-hidden sneer and giggle, though masked by the obsequious + court and service which hung upon her nod. She shook her clenched + fists in dull fury. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was the nervous dread of this which formed the obstacle to her + burning desire of making personal inquiries into the extent of the + evil. To watch the smile on a menial’s face in answer to her + questions, would be truly insupportable; but, more than all, would + her pride disdain to betray the least token that the matter gave + her concern, even to the extent of a simple question. The + thoughts, therefore, which remained to comfort her in some degree, + may easily be perceived. Her fevered mind was filled with the form + of the imagined author + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page313">[pg 313]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg313"></a>of her trouble. ‘Coward, + coward!’ she muttered from time to time, in the accents of the + deepest rage and contempt, though once or twice it fell whispered + from her lips, like an echo of reproach and despair, rounded by a + half-hysterical sob. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But all such passing weaknesses were swallowed up in the + overpowering resentment which thirsted for revenge. What mischief + had already been done it was impossible to remedy. Nothing was + left to her but a counter scheme, which might eventually enable + her to cry quits. With this intention in full possession of her + mind she paced the room, yet was without a sufficiently plausible + idea to work upon, when the customary invitation to the + supper-table of Caesar arrived. Her first impulse was to remain in + seclusion, but, on second thoughts, she reproached herself with + want of courage, and determined to boldly accept her position at + once. The hour for the meal being near at hand, she summoned her + attendants for the business of her toilet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was seldom much change in the party at the Imperial + supper-table. Plautia, therefore, met the familiar faces, amongst + whom were Afer and the Prefect. The task of appearing utterly + indifferent and unobservant when, at the same time, the breast is + unusually susceptible and sick with nervous dread, is so difficult + as to be seldom or never acted with success. The result with + Plautia was, that her bearing became haughty and stiff to an + unusual degree. Her distempered mind appropriated every smile and + jest as in some way connected with herself. Her disordered fancy + even reached to the slaves behind her back, furnishing them with + imagined nods and winks, and + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="it" xml:lang="it" + ><span style="font-style: italic">sotto-voce</span></span + > + jokes. The exclusive demands on her vigilance by this morbid + sensitiveness naturally engendered an abstraction from the + conversation of the company, which was particularly noticeable, in + contrast to her customary mood. As she was moreover, somewhat + pale, Tiberius expressed a fear that she was unwell. Assuring him + to the contrary, she made a spasmodic attempt to recover her + sprightliness, but, unable to sustain it, she gradually relapsed + into her former mood. No further notice, however, was taken. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the business of eating was over, and the conversation began + to lag somewhat, Zeno, whose watchfulness had a + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page314">[pg 314]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg314"></a>care for everything, + leaned over the Imperial couch and whispered in his master’s ear. + Tiberius nodded. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis an artisan from Surrentum, friends, who desires to show me + something—some extraordinary discovery. It may amuse us to see + what it is,’ said the Emperor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In a few moments the Greek returned, followed by Masthlion, who + seemed to be dazzled for a moment by the lights and glitter of the + luxuriously-appointed apartment. The Surrentine’s eyes had never + been suffered to fall upon such magnificence crowded within the + limits of four walls. When to this was added the scrutiny of the + richly-attired guests at table, whom he concluded to be people of + the highest rank, including Caesar himself, his temporary + embarrassment was only natural. As he stepped inside the room, he + made a deep obeisance towards a confused gleam, mingled with forms + and faces. But speedily recovering himself, his keen eye roved + swiftly round, and noted every particular and face, even of the + slaves who stood clustered aside. Thence his gaze returned and + rested on the pale, blotched face and brilliant eyes, which, by + repute, he knew belonged to his ruler. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Approach!’ said Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter stepped forward into the middle of the floor opposite + to the table, and on his flanks, at the same time, moved the + Pretorian of the guard, who had attended him into the room. He was + dressed in his best dark woollen tunic, and carried in his hand a + wallet. His striking face, with its pale massive brow and deep-set + bright eyes, caught the attention of all and he stood calmly + sustaining the scrutiny of every eye. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We are ready to see what you have to show, artisan, and to hear + what you have to say,’ said Caesar. ‘Who and what are you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am a potter of Surrentum, and well known to the townsfolk. My + name is Masthlion, so please you, Caesar.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautia started in surprise as the name fell on her ears, and she + roused with eager attention to what should follow. She found the + glance of Afer also resting on her, and he slightly raised his + eyebrows and smiled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Proceed, then, Masthlion the potter,’ said Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘May it please you, Caesar,’ responded Masthlion, ‘although + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page315">[pg 315]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg315"></a>a potter by trade, I + have devoted much time to the art of making glass,—as much in the + way of inclination as of making profit. Twenty-five years ago, + whilst working under my old master, I chanced to fall upon a piece + of glass of very strange quality, amongst a pile of fragments and + rubbish of the workshop. It had been fused and formed by some + strange accident, and ever since that time I have never ceased in + trying to discover the secret of its formation. Within the last + two or three days I have, by the favour of the gods, succeeded in + my endeavours, and to you, Caesar, first after my own family, I + considered it my foremost duty to show it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">Tiberius nodded.</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Twenty-five years! At any rate such wonderful perseverance should + command respect,’ remarked Sejanus drily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was the belief that my labour, if successful, would prove a + benefit to the world, that has upheld me under much disappointment + and poverty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Very disinterested and laudable,’ said Afer, in a tone which + brought a laugh to the lips of the Prefect. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You would seem to doubt my sincerity, noble sir,’ said the + potter, bestowing a keen glance on the knight, and at the same + time opening his wallet, ‘and without being selfish, I think that + my long labour and sacrifices should meet with a just return, if + the fruit of it prove of real service to others.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Doubtless,’ quoth Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Doubtless,’ murmured Caesar, and the knight became silent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This is the specimen I have made to test my words,’ proceeded + Masthlion, as he drew out a plain bowl of dull-coloured glass. He + handed it to Zeno, who stood by, and the Greek took it to his + master who briefly examined it. With a shrug of his shoulders it + was handed back to the steward. A smile rested on the lips of the + potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is true that its appearance has nothing to commend it,’ said + the latter, ‘but I will explain that, by saying, that it was made + in haste during the past night, that I might hasten hither to-day. + It is not the appearance of the glass I wish your highness to + judge of—that can be made to suit every taste, with better + appliances than my humble workshop possesses. The same principle + which constructs this poor bowl can be + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page316">[pg 316]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg316"></a>applied to produce such + costly and priceless articles as those I see there,’—he pointed to + some magnificent vases on the table. ‘It is the nature of the + material which forms my secret. You know of what worth those vases + would be if flung on the floor; they would be shivered to a + million atoms. Will Caesar bid the strongest slave take this poor + bowl of mine and dash it on the floor with all his might, that he + may see the result?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius turned his head slightly toward his gigantic Nubian + servant who stood behind him. The black went round and took the + cup from Zeno. Raising it to the full height of his arm, he dashed + it down on the marble floor with terrific force. The derisive + smile on his thick lips changed to complete surprise, for, instead + of the expected crash was a dull thud. He stooped quickly and + lifted on high the bowl with one side completely flattened in. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Exclamations and murmurs of wonder arose, and the bowl was given + over once more to the inspection of Caesar, from whom it was + passed to the others. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good,’ said Tiberius. ‘What next?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will proceed to restore it to its original shape, if Caesar + will permit.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Receiving the customary nod, the potter took from his wallet a + small block, slightly concave on one surface, together with a + mallet and a piece of wood, which had one end fashioned like a + wedge, and the other broad and round like a pestle. Placing the + bowl on the hollow side of the block, he proceeded to distend the + crushed glass with the thin end of the wedge, and, when sufficient + space had been made, he inserted the blunt end, and so hammered + the malleable glass to its original shape. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Springing up Masthlion once more passed the bowl for examination. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This virtue is my discovery, Caesar,’ said he with pride. ‘That + frail glass is made well-nigh indestructible. That is my feat + accomplished at last. To others who follow it will be easier to + further develop the principle.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter and his novel exhibition had now aroused very + considerable curiosity in the spectators. Plautia’s interest was + in the man rather than in his work, not only by reason of the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page317">[pg 317]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg317"></a>relation he bore to the + affair which absorbed her mind, but also by the natural + inclination of her sex. The Prefect was genuinely interested, + whilst Afer assumed an amused indifference. Tiberius himself + betrayed evident attention to Masthlion’s work, and asked many + questions in reference to its qualifications and fitness for + further development, not omitting to draw from the inventor brief + details concerning himself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At length the potter received the signal to retire, and Zeno was + instructed to retain him in the villa until further notice. One + old man at table had kept his peace, watching all and hearing all, + with knitted brows and pursed mouth. He was one of the + philosophers whose company was so much affected by the Emperor, + and his profession was the abstruse science of astrology, a + pursuit whose attributes of mystery and superstition especially + recommended it to his master’s favour. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Look how rapt in meditation is our worthy Thrasullus,’ remarked + Sejanus, with ill-concealed raillery; ‘his mind is amid the stars. + Say, learned sage of Chaldean mysteries, if this new birth of + plastic glass pots has been recorded in the heavens?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the eternal stars are written all things, but few only of + their inscrutable secrets fall within the narrow scope of the + human understanding,’ responded the philosopher, in a low tone. + ‘My own poor powers have been engaged in tracing weightier + destinies than that of a wretched potter.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, for a lesson therein from your learned lips, Chaldean!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nothing is sacred to the ears of a scoffer,’ said the old man. + ‘Thou wilt know well enough some day all that I could tell thee + now, Prefect.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And much more too—it requires no planets to tell us that,’ said + Sejanus derisively. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thrasullus smiled scornfully and, without deigning to reply, + turned to the Emperor and said, ‘What does Caesar think of this + new species of glassware, which would seem to be practically + indestructible?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Indestructible material must ever have the preference over the + perishable.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, when there is tolerable equality in other respects. For the + kitchen and tables of the poor, the ware that is proof against + time and usage is priceless. But how, if, as this potter + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page318">[pg 318]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg318"></a>says, the principle can + be applied to works of the highest beauty and art, such as deck + the boards and mansions of the noble and wealthy, the chosen of + mankind?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It does not alter the circumstances. I should prefer to have this + precious vase before me safe from all possible fracture.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And so would the rest of mankind owning such a treasure. Thus + then, this union of beauty and economy becoming universal, to what + esteem and value will the precious metals sink? Look to it, + Caesar, and great ones of the earth, possessors of the priceless + wealth of gold and silver! This poor potter with his bowl is a + leveller and cheapener of ye all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thank heaven ’tis a danger I am quit of,’ quoth Afer, in a tone + which raised a laugh; and, after Plautia retired a few minutes + later, the discussion upon the very plausible theory put forward + by Thrasullus was continued with animation some time longer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The appearance of Masthlion in the character of an inventor struck + Plautia as a very extraordinary coincidence, and added fresh fuel + to her excited thoughts. She lay sleepless for hours, turning + restlessly from side to side with the sharply graven image of the + potter rooted in her brain. The mystery of the man’s daughter + tormented her. A mental portrait of her she had formed long ago, + but now a fierce desire to see with her own eyes took possession + of her. She must visit Surrentum—she would request it of + Caesar—nay, she would demand it. The old man was infatuated and + would grant her any wish—any whim. A thought struck her, and she + started up with the blood tingling through her veins. Would not + this man’s lovely daughter be a more acceptable and interesting + object in the villa than his glassware! Fool she was not to think + of it before! + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To find the cherished flower—the paragon of loveliness within the + fatal walls of the villa when he returned! Ha, then would + Martialis have his due. She sank back with a sinister laugh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the morning came she despatched a messenger to Priscus, a + knight and personal friend and follower of Tiberius. He had been + of the party at the supper-table the previous evening. In half an + hour he entered the apartment, newly-<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page319" + >[pg 319]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg319"></a>shaven, curled, fresh + and wreathed in smiles. She had chosen her man well, for in all + matters domestic he was Caesar’s confidant. With political matters + he meddled not, repelled alike by inclination and prudence. But in + the daily minutiæ of the personal and private occupations of his + Imperial friend and ruler he was indispensable, inestimable as + thinker, provider, arranger—a true lion’s jackal. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was barely middle-aged, with regular, comely features, which a + puffy face and pasty complexion marred considerably. His figure + exhibited the same overload of fat, and, altogether, he presented + the idea of a man, whose habits of life might more wisely have + lain in the way of increased bodily exercise and Spartan fare. He + used his hands very freely to accentuate his speech, but, more + probably, because they were very small, plump, white, and soft. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Plautia’s message reached me in the midst of important business, + but at the very moment of relief I came,’ he said, with a charming + smile and wave of his white hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is more than I deserved, so trifling are my + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr319"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">requirements,’</span> replied Plautia. + ‘I left the table last night somewhat early, and I am anxious to + know whether I missed anything in the affair of that wonderful + potter and his glass. See how interested I am, when I presume so + far as to bring you hither at the sacrifice of your own affairs to + enlighten me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah,’ replied Priscus, with a smirk, a bow, and a flash of his + snowy fingers, ‘would to heaven your summons came oftener to bid + me attend your presence. In the matter of the potter and his + glass, which was, as you say, so highly remarkable, there followed + a long discussion, of which, to my deep sorrow, I am utterly + unable to give you a detailed account. I believe the fellow is + still detained during Caesar’s pleasure, and the decided opinion + last night was, that his new fashioned glass, if brought into + general use, would sadly interfere with the more highly esteemed + metals. So that, in case this opinion be retained, I should say + the unlucky man will have small cause to rejoice in his + invention.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A very hard fate, no doubt, after his toil.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Doubtless,’ said Priscus, shrugging his shoulders; ‘but it cannot + be helped. If his invention be disadvantageous, Caesar must + interdict it in the interest of all.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page320">[pg 320]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg320"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Naturally! And so, noble Priscus, let me thank you for your + courtesy. I am sorry to think the poor man will be no gainer—he + seemed so intelligent, I was quite interested.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Undoubtedly above the standard of his class.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He seems, moreover, to be tolerably well known,’ uttered Plautia, + with a careless yawn. ‘Somebody about me—I know not who—told me he + possessed a daughter at home, a girl of surpassing loveliness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, indeed!’ said the knight, with the slightest wrinkle of his + brows. ‘Now, to my humble taste, that would be infinitely more + interesting than the child of his genius—a glass bowl. But yet to + speak of surpassing loveliness when the beauteous Plautia is not + excepted is absurd.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Priscus bowed and smirked again with effusive gallantry which + Plautia, as affectedly, returned. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And now I will detain you no longer, my friend,’ said Plautia; + ‘forgive my idle message!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, say no more of that—would I could remain! But there is an + excursion half resolved upon to-day to inspect the works at the + new villa of Mars. You will doubtless hear of it in due course, if + finally resolved on. Till then farewell, noble Plautia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As the day wore on, Priscus came again with the anticipated + invitation for Plautia to accompany the afternoon’s expedition. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The effect of yesterday’s experience had far from passed away from + her mind, and, although she had recovered much of her nerve, there + yet remained a dread of appearing among the people. The hesitation + did not last long. Her courage was equal to the occasion, and she + had now, moreover, a definite plan of action. The man before her, + she thought, as that individual chattered away, must know, if any + one knew, of every rumour and piece of gossip current in the villa + and island. She longed to question him, but her pride recoiled + from the attempt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As the knight was going out of the room, he suddenly turned back + and whispered, with portentous secrecy, ‘Concerning that potter, I + had nearly forgotten to tell you. I am afraid the verdict goes + dead against him—Caesar has been closeted with his philosophers + all morning—lengthy discussion and + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page321">[pg 321]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg321"></a>opinion entirely + unfavourable to said potter’s invention—Silenus tells me this, + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">sub rosa</span></span + >—I tell it to you, divine Plautia, but you will respect the + secret and save me the fate of a talebearer, I know—in half an + hour your litter will await you at your garden entrance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At the time appointed Plautia was borne away by the stout slaves, + and joined Tiberius and his small retinue which awaited her + without the villa gates. After a minute inspection of the villa, + which was rapidly rising on a height beyond the village, the party + returned, and Plautia was escorted to her rooms by her host + himself. Refreshments were served. Tiberius, drinking wine, + reclined on a couch. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You eat nothing, Caesar,’ said Plautia, whose healthy appetite, + sharpened by the open air, was not so easily appeased. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Age wants for less than youth,’ replied Tiberius, with his + admiring gaze fixed upon her. ‘This island wine will suffice me + till supper.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She refilled his cup and acted as his cupbearer, with such + charming, smiling grace, that his pale face was suffused with a + faint hue of pleasure. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You sent for Priscus this morning,’ murmured he, between the sips + of the wine which she had tasted for him with her ripe lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She started and he smiled. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Priscus told me,’ he said, laying his thin hand quietly on her + arm. ‘Why do you start? Do you think you have committed some grave + offence? Can you not send for whom you please—myself included?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are too good,’ murmured Plautia, with a pretty assumption of + bashful pleasure. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes,’ continued the Emperor, feasting his eyes on the lovely + colour which deepened in her face. ‘You feel interested in the + artisan and the work he showed us last night, and you sent for + Priscus. I am displeased—you ought to have sent your pleasure to + me, who can better serve you than Priscus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was nothing—yet I confess the man’s appearance and his work + interested me—I wished to know what you had determined with regard + to him!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page322">[pg 322]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg322"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am counselled to think that his invention would not be the + benefit which, at first glance, it would seem to be. It is + necessary to consider it in conjunction with other things. + However, if the fellow is likely to suffer by his unlucky idea, we + may be able to make it up in some other particular—let us have him + here and hear what he has to say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + One of the attendants was despatched, and in a short time returned + with Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter came before them with his customary respectful, but + self-possessed bearing; but his expression was a trifle more + anxious and careworn, as if delay and want of encouragement had + dispirited him. His hopes had been very sanguine. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His eyes eagerly tried to glean from the Emperor’s impassive face + some trace of the bent of his thoughts, but without result. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This noble lady,’ said Tiberius, ‘who saw you last night, has + deigned to take so much interest in you, as to wish to hear from + your own lips the story of your life. With regard to the specimen + you brought us, that is yet under consideration.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The noble lady honours me with her regard,’ replied Masthlion, + gazing at her with undisguised admiration; ‘I will tell her + willingly; but there is little worthy of notice. The life of a + poor workman is seldom anything but the dreary history of toil for + daily bread. One day resembles another, save when food is scarcer + and labour harder.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go on!’ said Plautia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion did as he was requested, and gave a brief sketch of his + life, down to the discovery already described. Plautia listened + attentively, whilst Caesar beguiled the time in sipping his wine + and gazing at her face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good!’ said Tiberius, as the speaker concluded; ‘and now it would + be idle to mislead you with sanguine hopes. After so long a labour + it must needs be disappointing to know, that the verdict upon your + invention seems to be unfavourable. Build not, therefore, + extravagant visions of success.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion listened in silence. It sounded like the knell of his + hopes. His eyes first sought one and then the other, as if to + assure himself that no joke was being passed upon + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page323">[pg 323]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg323"></a>him; then he folded his + arms across his breast with quiet dignity, but infinite sadness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Take heart, potter!’ said Plautia, who seemed really touched, as + far as it was possible for an aristocrat to be with one of + Masthlion’s degree. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A lifelong task must needs be rooted in one’s breast—it is idle + to deny it,’ said Masthlion, sick at heart. ‘Will Caesar deign to + say in what respect my work has met with disapproval?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Its bad effect upon a more important industry.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One industry can scarce injure another, when both are useful. To + my own poor thoughts they would rather tend to mutual good.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Older and wiser heads than yours think differently. Your views + are prejudiced and circumscribed by the narrow limits of your own + particular work—it will be necessary for your secret to remain + undivulged.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And yet there is no one living who would not seek the benefit of + my glass—is it possible, then, for such a thing to be hurtful?’ + muttered Masthlion in the keen bitterness of his soul. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Tis strange, to say the least of it,’ said Plautia; ‘but + courage—it will be approved—some day you will become famous.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius smiled coldly. Seeing Masthlion about to speak again, he + shot him a warning glance and raised his finger. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is enough,’ he said; ‘I admit the disappointment, but it is + unavoidable. At the same time your honest perseverance merits + praise, whatever its fate. We may be able to recompense you in + some way. You are a poor man, and I am told you have a comely + daughter—let her come to Capreae and attend on this noble lady, + whose interest you have won. In addition to the great honour and + advancement it will confer on the girl, she will be bestowed upon + the protection and kindness of the best of mistresses. It is a + chance such as seldom offers.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The words fell on Masthlion like a blight. Terror froze his heart + with an icy grip, and animation seemed congealed, for a few + moments, so sudden and dread was the blow. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The warnings and censure of his kinsman came back upon him. Their + echo no longer sounded foolish. He was in the + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page324">[pg 324]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg324"></a>toils—in the midst of + the vast palace, with guards and sleepless eyes environing down + the water’s edge. In the very clutch of the ruthless being, the + savour of whose public reputation was as the scent of blood: whose + simple request was tantamount to a command. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + How came he to know of her existence? Those two visitors to his + shop, whom Cestus had warned him of! But then Neæra was as well + known in the town as himself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His mind flew back to his lowly home, and pictured his darling so + vividly, that the fire of desperation rose upon the chill horror + which filled him. She, who was all purity and womanliness, to + inhabit there! They might rend him in pieces ere he would consent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He moistened his parched lips with his tongue, and could scarcely + trust his voice to frame an answer. He looked up again. Caesar and + the beautiful woman were watching him. The immovable eyes of the + former seemed to pierce him to the marrow, and he shuddered. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What troubles you, fellow?’ said Tiberius, in harsh tones; ‘have + you not a daughter to send hither?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please you, Caesar, and this noble lady, I have a daughter, + and I am grateful for the gracious favour you propose for her; but + for her to leave me would be to take from my life the only joy and + consolation it has left, since the hopes of my work have been + destroyed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tush! This is the way that the maudlin childishness of old age + speaks, and not the common-sense words of hale and hearty manhood. + The lady has need of her—it will be to the benefit of the girl, + and she will be nigh at hand for your occasional visits.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The noble lady will not deal so hardly with us,’ said Masthlion; + ‘she will not insist on removing from our poor home the only light + it possesses?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My service will be easy and pleasant, and the girl will be + happy—you distress yourself without reason,’ said Plautia, with + singular satisfaction at the unexpected turn things had taken. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough,’ said Tiberius, ‘it is settled. It is the bare idea which + frightens you—you will grow wiser on reflection. Now go—you will + receive your instructions to-morrow.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page325">[pg 325]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg325"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion seized upon a last thought which struck his mind, and, + instead of obeying the command, fell on his knees. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Pardon, Caesar, but it cannot be—this daughter, as I have called + her, is not my own begotten child. Those, to whom she belongs, + still live, and it is beyond my power to dispose of her, whether I + would or no.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It matters nothing,’ said Tiberius ironically; ‘refer them to + me—who are they?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know them not, save that they are noble and wealthy and dwell + in Rome,’ said Masthlion wildly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The children of nobles are not put into the hovels of potters,’ + returned the Emperor contemptuously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She was stolen and brought to me when an infant.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then your head is in danger.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I knew it not until within the last few weeks—she was delivered + to me as an orphan child of poor parents—I was childless and I + took her in.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dare you tell fables to me—go!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is truth, before the gods—she is a noble’s daughter and cannot + come!’ cried the potter in reckless desperation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Away—you destroy all lenience,’ said Tiberius, starting up with a + terrible frown; ‘cannot come—insolent! Ho! Zeno! Who waits there?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Both the steward and the soldier on guard appeared in the room, + almost as soon as the words had left the Emperor’s lips. By the + wrathful tone and the angry glow in their master’s eyes, they + expected a summary order. The Pretorian’s heavy grasp had already + fallen on the potter’s shoulder, but Tiberius merely waved his + hand impatiently toward the door, and fell back on his cushions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Quick, you fool!’ whispered Zeno in Masthlion’s ear, and, aided + by the Pretorian on the other side, the wretched potter was + hurried staggering from the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Haste!’ said the steward again, when outside, ‘before he changes + his mind.’ He dragged his charge along through the mazes of the + palace, without stop, until he deposited him, more like a man in a + dream, in the narrow little closet which contained his sleeping + pallet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion sank thereon and buried his face in his hands with a + groan. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page326">[pg 326]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg326"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hark’ee, comrade,’ said Zeno, after regarding him for a while, + ‘take my word for it, you are well out of that. I have seen better + men come worse off. It is only for madmen and fools to make + experiments on the temper of Caesar—do you take my advice and be + careful and less ambitious in your business—take your wares to a + safer market.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page327">[pg 327]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg327"></a> <a id="toc66"></a + ><a id="pdf67"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XX.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the sun flashed upon the white walls of the palace next + morning, Masthlion was still upon his pallet bed, much in the same + posture as when Zeno had left him. Indeed, the cramped space of + the cell gave not much opportunity for movement. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was free to enter the servants’ hall, to eat at their table, + and otherwise to amuse himself within the limits of the villa; but + he had remained in his narrow retreat heedless of all. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As the morning wore on, the door opened, and the handsome steward + entered. He gazed upon Masthlion with surprise. The potter was + gaunt, haggard, and wasted—a single night had scored his face with + the careworn furrows of twenty years. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well!’ said the latter, starting up with an unsettled look, which + had supplanted his usual calm gaze. ‘Well!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well!’ echoed the Greek, regarding him with undisguised + curiosity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What message from the hoary tyrant—what are his commands?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘None, as yet, Surrentine—and speak respectfully of your betters, + for walls have ears.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion sank back on his pallet, and dropped his head on his + hand with an action of utter weariness, mental and physical. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hark’ee, brother; no one has seen or heard anything of you since + yesterday, when I took thee to the presence chamber—have you never + stirred from here since I quitted you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then you have neither eaten nor drunken?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page328">[pg 328]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg328"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter shook his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nor slept either, I daresay.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I think not.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In truth, you look like a man who has been sealed up in a vault + for a month. What is the trouble? Is it because your business has + gone amiss with Caesar, or that he scared your life half away—or + both? At any rate this is not the way to mend it. I recommend meat + and drink and fresh air, taking care not to breathe the latter + beyond the outer gate.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks!’ replied Masthlion, rising; ‘you are kind. I will do as + you say, and wait and hope for the freedom of these cursed walls.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hum—if you lived in them long enough you would be more guarded in + your language. Your visit has not been pleasant—it is hard to have + one’s expectations unduly knocked on the head—you take it to + heart, and you have had an ill night of it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It has passed now.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Every man to his own way. If you had tried to drown your sorrow, + instead of nursing it, you would have been a better man this + morning.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Every man to his own way,’ said Masthlion, with a wan smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods be praised—mine now lies elsewhere,’ returned Zeno. + ‘Mark! don’t attempt to pass the outer gate!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So saying, he vanished, and Masthlion, after a few more minutes’ + reflection, followed, to act on the recommendation of the steward, + and break his long fast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His misery of mind led him to shun, as far as possible, all + intercourse with others; so, hastily swallowing a few mouthfuls of + food and a hearty draught of rough wine, apart in a quiet corner, + he stole out-of-doors. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The wine and the fresh morning air restored him vastly, but his + condition was yet pitiable. He sought a warm sunny corner of a + wall and sat down, but could not rest. Cramped by his narrow room, + he had remained motionless the past night, till the acute + suffering of his apprehension had produced a merciful species of + drowsiness. But now, under the open heavens, and with ample space + on every side, the functions of his mind resumed such activity, as + to develop a painful nervous + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page329">[pg 329]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg329"></a>disorder which impelled + him ceaselessly hither and thither. A wider field for reflection + might have brought him relief, but that was denied him. He knew + only, that one whom he loved better than his own life was in worse + danger than that of death. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On this dread fact he brooded in passive agony. Like an orb of + torment it pierced him with its searing flame amid encasing + blackness, through which his mind struggled in vain to escape for + relief. It scorched into his brain; and round and round, hither + and thither, without rest, his feet wandered within the girdle of + the infernal walls which imprisoned him. His was the soul of the + true artist—keenly sensitive, deeply emotional—all the worse for + him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The hours passed on. Would Caesar’s commands never come to end his + terrible suspense? + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The vast palace, gleaming in the sun, seemed to mock him as he + watched its silent entrances with feverish glances. He knew not + but what his home had already been invaded. Knew! No, he knew + nothing, save that he was helpless. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + More than once, despair urged him to force his way into the + presence of the tyrant himself and demand his freedom, or to + boldly pass the outer gate and gain the fishermen’s boats. But the + madness of such an act was evident even to his own wild thoughts. + At every outlet a guard was lolling lazily on his spear, his + gilded panoply shining in the sun. One shadowy hope there was, + that Cestus might have persuaded Neæra to proceed to Rome. But + that was hoping against hope: the unhappy potter knew in his heart + she would never consent. No—there she would remain until he + returned, and there she would be the prey of the spoiler. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The big drops stood on his pale forehead as the agony of his mind + tore him. His overloaded brain seemed to rock with a vague, + hideous burden. Suddenly the sunlight brightened, as it were, into + a fierce white glare. The vast fabric of the palace, with each + neighbouring object, seemed to heave up round him with a motion + which filled him with a deadly sickness, and caused him to spread + out his arms, as if the surging masses were about to be launched + upon him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Out of the sky gigantic shapes whirled and swooped upon him; but + when, as it seemed, they were on the point of crushing him, they + dwindled and fled as suddenly away. His + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page330">[pg 330]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg330"></a>very brain seemed to + contract and distend as rapidly in the same awful proportions. It + was terrific—he strove to shout aloud in his terror, but his voice + died within him, and his limbs were immovable. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The colossal masses and spheres which darted down upon him shot + away again into tiny twinkling specks—so far away, into such + immensity of space, that his soul shuddered with a frightful + sensation at the awful gulf yawning before him. Back they + came—swelling as they rushed, in the brief second of their career, + like Titanic globes upon his paralysed vision. One of them took + the semblance of a face, distorted and ghastly. Down it swooped in + stupendous bulk, so close that his brain seemed to burst with its + appalling proximity. His delirious senses saw in it a livid, + grinning caricature of Caesar’s ghastly visage—he thrust out his + arms at it and shrieked in terror—tottered and fell senseless to + the ground. + </p> + <div class="tei tei-tb">* * * * * * *</div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When he recovered consciousness he found himself lying on the + ground where he had fallen. A circle of faces surrounded him, and + Zeno was kneeling beside him with a cup in his hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, now he is coming to,’ said the Greek, as the potter gave a + deep sigh and slightly opened his eyes. ‘Back, back—further back!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The idle, gazing menials gave way, and Zeno held the cup to + Masthlion’s lips. A few mouthfuls restored the potter, and he + looked around. His faculties cleared, and he shuddered as his + memory brought back those dread visions of his overstrained brain. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This comes of fasting and watching, Surrentine,’ quoth Zeno, + offering him the cup again; ‘Nature is spiteful when robbed of her + due.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I must have fainted,’ muttered Masthlion feebly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, with a yell which was enough to curdle the heart of a dead + man!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I shall soon be all right, but I must confess to a certain + weakness and dizziness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, these fellows shall help you to your bed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Masthlion, refusing the offer, walked away unassisted, though + somewhat falteringly, inside the palace to his pallet, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page331">[pg 331]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg331"></a>whereon he stretched + himself gladly, for he was not a little shaken and confused. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno flung a cloak over him, and set some drink near him. + Masthlion thanked him for his kindness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I was bidden to take care of thee, and I dare not disobey—that is + all,’ answered the other, with a grin. ‘But listen, potter, I may + tell thee this much, and it is as much as I know so far, that thou + art to go away before nightfall—how and in what way I know not.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods bless you for the words,’ cried Masthlion, whose face + lighted with unspeakable joy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno shrugged his shoulders, and hastened away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The joyful intelligence appeared to pour a calm, soothing + influence on the suffering man’s spirit, and, in weariness and + weakness of mind and body, he fell into a profound slumber. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He seemed to have slept only a few minutes when he was aroused by + a hand touching him on the shoulder. He looked up and saw Zeno + once more beside him. The daylight had failed, and the little room + was nearly dark. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How do you feel?’ asked the steward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Better—I have slept.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Three good hours—you are now to depart—make ready.’ Masthlion, + with trembling hands, lifted his wallet from the floor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am ready,’ said he. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They went out, and the steward never spoke until they reached the + outer gate. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Conversing with the soldier on guard was an individual well + wrapped up in a cloak. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here is your charge,’ said Zeno, addressing him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The other nodded and ejaculated, ‘Good,’ as he bestowed a sharp + glance on the potter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Farewell,’ pursued the Greek to the latter; ‘I come no further, + and here our acquaintance ends, I suppose. Plautus goes to the + opposite shore; he will take charge of you, and has instructions + to see you safely bestowed—farewell, Surrentine!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The man called Plautus laughed. Masthlion, in his eager excitement + to be gone, uttered his farewell and thanks rather hastily. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page332">[pg 332]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg332"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come, then, Surrentine,’ quoth Plautus, striding through the + gate, ‘the boat waits, and I have far to go and much to do.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The potter needed no encouragement to quit the abhorred precincts + of the villa, and when once clear of its shadow, he breathed a + prayer of thankfulness and relief. With a light step and eager + heart he followed the rapid pace of his conductor, his mind being + too full of hopes and fears to attempt a conversation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The absence of any command from the Emperor with regard to Neæra, + he regarded with satisfaction, as a plausible argument that no + further insistance in the matter was intended. Yet he was + anxious—more anxious than he cared to own. He burned for the + moment to arrive when he should enter his own door again—and yet + he dreaded it too. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Once he was curious enough to ask of his companion, if he was to + be landed on the opposite point, in which case he would have a + long journey on foot to accomplish. He received only an + unintelligible growl in response; so, fearing to irritate what + seemed to be a cross-grained temper, he held his peace. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Descending the steep declivity they issued on the narrow Marina, + where a galley ready drawn up awaited them. Its crew of about + eight men were lolling about amongst the idlers, but when the + gruff voice of Plautus fell on their ears, they sprang to their + places in readiness to ply their heavy oars. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In with you,’ said Plautus to Masthlion; and the boat, by a + vigorous shove, was swept out on the bay. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Give way—bend your backs, and the sooner we shall be home again,’ + called Plautus, as he seized the steering oar. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Sit you just there, and move not, Surrentine.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He pointed to a place just astern of the stroke-oarsman. The + potter sat down and became again absorbed in his reflections. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The slaves were all picked men of large frame and muscle, and they + urged the boat through the water at a swift pace. The dusk was + beginning to fall, and the distant shore was barely visible, + though the dark masses of mountain above were sharply outlined + against the clear sky. They skirted the stupendous cliffs, upon + the brink of which, far above, rested the walls of the villa + Jovis. The sea broke with a sullen, dismal plash against the + perpendicular wall of ragged rock, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page333">[pg 333]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg333"></a>and the boat was still + moving in the shadow of the overhanging cliffs, when Plautus, in + his deep tones, bade the men cease rowing. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They lay on their oars, and the boat, with its freight of + motionless forms, glided silently along like a phantom. Masthlion + looked up to account for the sudden command. The frowning, + towering rocks, the portentous gloom, and the cold inky water sent + a shudder through his frame. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Surrentine,’ said the voice of Plautus, ‘you are the potter who + came to show to Caesar a curious kind of glassware?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Masthlion answered in the affirmative. The question took him by + surprise, so completely had all thoughts of his unlucky invention + been displaced by those of Neæra. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you alone possessed of the secret of making that same glass?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I alone—why, friend?’ replied Masthlion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why,’ said the cloaked Plautus in his grating tones, ‘because it + has been decreed that you shall take your secret with you + elsewhere.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Elsewhere!’ cried Masthlion, with a sharp foreboding; ‘what mean + you—where am I to take it?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Where it can never be found again—to the bottom of the sea!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As Plautus uttered the words he threw up his arm. Simultaneously + the potter’s throat was grasped from behind by a hand of iron. As + he fell helplessly back, a poniard was plunged deep into his + heart—all in a brief second of time, ere he could make a sound or + motion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The assassin raised his weapon for another stroke, but it was + unneeded—he had already done his terrible work too well. His + victim had died on the instant, without a murmur; his gentle heart + was still for ever. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The voice of Plautus broke on the terrible silence. ‘Habet!’ he + said, ‘a good stroke—Caesar’s justice must be done. Now for the + daughter, whom he is bound to father in this one’s place. We must + get on—quick, in with him!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A heavily-weighted cord was produced—there was a sullen plunge, + and the boat again went foaming through the water to complete its + mission of violence. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page334">[pg 334]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg334"></a> <a id="toc68"></a + ><a id="pdf69"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XXI.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the craft was brought up at the landing-place on the + mainland, Plautus, followed by five of his crew, sprang ashore and + with all haste made toward the posting-house. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The superintendent was in a long stable, overlooking the business + of feeding and making snug for the night the animals under his + charge. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Horses!’ demanded Plautus laconically, as he strode inside, + followed by his gang. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph—on whose business?’ said the superintendent suspiciously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Caesar’s!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph! I must have more than your word for that.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautus, without speaking, thrust his fist close up under the + official’s nose, and displayed a signet ring gleaming on one of + his bony fingers. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The man of horses bobbed back his head with an angry gesture, + which made the new-comers laugh, and turning to the grooms, said + snappishly, ‘Give him Livilla.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautus again thrust his ring under his visage. ‘I said horses,’ + he growled roughly; ‘here are six of us. Nor will the nag Livilla + do for me—pick out your own, lads, and no more palaver.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + This was soon done, amid much noisy mirth and rude jesting, and in + a few minutes they were all speeding along the road to Surrentum, + making the most of the last minutes of departing daylight. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Arriving at the town, they proceeded at a walk, in straggling + order, to attract less attention. The streets were now dark, + however, and the passers-by few in number; neverthe<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page335" + >[pg 335]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg335"></a>less Plautus, in the + van, thought fit also to defeat any idle curiosity by taking a + devious route. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Within a hundred yards of the dwelling of the ill-fated Masthlion, + the band dismounted; the sweating horses were fastened in a gloomy + corner, and a man left in charge of them. Plautus, with the + remainder, proceeded to the house. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The outer door was closed and all was dark and silent. Plautus, + ordering his companions to remain without until he called them, + knocked loudly. A light step came running within. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Father, is it you?’ called the glad tones of Neæra’s voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A bolt was drawn, the door opened, and the girl herself stood in + the entrance, holding a light above her head, whilst she peered + beneath, with eager expectation written on her face. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, my pretty wench, it is not your father, that’s very sure,’ + quoth Plautus, as he came forward out of the darkness into the + feeble light thrown by the lamp. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra, with a cry of alarm, started back at the sight of the + shrouded figure and the harsh features of the speaker. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stop,’ he said, making good his entrance inside the shop; ‘don’t + be afraid nor run away. If I’m not your father, I’ve come from + your father—that is, if you are the daughter of Masthlion the + potter.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am,’ said the disappointed girl, whose anxiety to learn of the + absent one struggled against feminine suspicion and timidity of + the ill-favoured visitor. ‘What have you to tell me of him? Why + does he not come home? When is he coming?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For a particular reason he has not come home; nor is he coming + yet. That is why he has sent me to bring you to him. To speak + truth, he is taken very ill, and you are bidden to go back with + me, straightway, to tend him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That shall be my business,’ said a voice behind; ‘ill, did you + say—my husband ill?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Eh!’ ejaculated Plautus, scanning the wrinkled anxious face of + Tibia as she came forward; ‘are you his wife?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes,’ cried Neæra for her, in great agitation; ‘tell us, good + sir, if he is very ill—speak quickly and tell us all.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page336">[pg 336]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg336"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How many more are there of you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘None—save a kinsman who dwells with us for a space—oh, tell us of + my father.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And where is the kinsman—is he in the house?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—no! Somewhere in the town. You are cruel in tormenting + us—speak then, and say what we are to do?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have already told you. He has sent for you—he is ill, dying—so + haste and come along, if you would see him alive.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A smothered cry broke from Tibia’s lips, and Neæra turned pale. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dying?’ murmured the girl, tottering back against the wall. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was me he should have sent for—his wife,’ said Tibia, + confronting the wily ruffian; ‘you have made a mistake surely. At + any rate she shall not go.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She must, and quickly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It would be impossible for a girl, as she is, to go with you now; + it is my place and duty to go to my husband—she must remain.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, mother, can we not both go? Where is he, and how are we to + travel?’ said Neæra, pale but self-possessed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Plautus scowled and gnawed his lip for a moment. Then he said, + ‘Well, well! I admit the wife has a claim before the daughter. Go + you, therefore, and get your cloak—let the girl remain by the + house. All blame must be on your head.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia instantly departed into the upper rooms with the assurance + that she would not be long. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have not yet told us where my father is,’ said Neæra, when + they were alone; ‘you are unkind, as a messenger, to those who + hold him dearest. Did he send no words beyond bidding me to go—no + token? Speak, for the love of the gods!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I don’t recollect, but I’ll bring in my comrade and see if he has + a better memory,’ replied Plautus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He whistled and his accomplices filed in. Neæra, in great alarm, + turned to dart away down the passage into the house, but Plautus + dexterously placed himself in the way. At the same moment a cloak + was twisted round her head, which stifled the cry on her lips. To + pinion her limbs was the work of an instant, for the worthy slaves + were prepared for every + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page337">[pg 337]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg337"></a>emergency, and made + light of her struggles. Thus gagged and helpless she was borne + outside. The remaining four men instantly closed the door and + passed into the house, carrying the light with them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The unhappy Tibia was surprised in her room, where she was hastily + collecting a few articles for her supposed journey. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What do you want?’ she cried, as the ruthless slaves crowded into + the narrow room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They advanced toward her, and she screamed in affright at their + menacing aspect. One of them rolled his eyes to his leader and + half drew a knife from his belt. But no orders had been given for + any further use of the weapon, and Plautus, from experience, kept + to the letter of his instructions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Silence, hag!’ he roared, ‘and keep your traps—you can stay and + keep house since your girl has now gone. As for your husband, he + doesn’t want you, for he is at the bottom of the sea, and his + glass pot with him—we put him there as we came along to-night.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As if his pitiless brutality were a matter of humour, the wretch + accompanied it with a grin. The poor woman gave an agonised cry, + and sank down beneath his terrible words, as though pierced with + the kinder thrust of a sword. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have killed her,’ said one of his comrades. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not I,’ returned Plautus; ‘she’ll make a sturdy widow yet—it was + well behaved to go off in that fashion and save us trouble.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The insensible dame’s mouth was gagged, her poor, frail limbs + tied, and then the room ransacked. There was nothing, however, + which seemed worthy of any particular notice, and they proceeded + to devote a similar attention to the remainder of the house. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Every glass article was smashed, to prove it did not possess the + interdicted malleable quality, and, in the search for whatever + might have some bearing on the same luckless invention, the whole + of the poor appointments of the dwelling were tossed hither and + thither. This process was very rapid and thorough, and occupied + only a few minutes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The workshop outside was then entered, and a work of devastation + entered upon. The furnace was pulled down bodily. Every article + which could be destroyed was utterly + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page338">[pg 338]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg338"></a>wrecked. Every nook and + cavity was zealously raked out and explored, and finally, when the + rigorous examination was completed, the potter’s tools, which had + been gathered together, were thrust in a sack and carried away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + In another minute the marauders had regained their horses. The + whole campaign had been executed with a rapidity, silence, and + completeness which left nothing to be desired, and reflected the + highest credit on the discipline of the Imperial household. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page339">[pg 339]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg339"></a> <a id="toc70"></a + ><a id="pdf71"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XXII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + No tidings of Masthlion having been received for three days, his + brother-in-law, Cestus, had given himself up to the gloomiest + forebodings. At the end of the second day he had used all the arts + of his persuasion to induce Neæra and his sister to set off for + Rome. At their distinct, unreasoning refusal he had lost his + temper, with the effect of causing his tongue, in desperation, to + speak more violently than he would otherwise have thought prudent. + The discourse had been suddenly brought to a close, by the abrupt + retirement of Neæra from the room, at which the worthy Suburan, in + a rage, slunk out of the house, to go and drown his anxiety and + harassments at his favourite wine-shop. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A scene of much the same character had occurred on the following + evening, and, in a still more violent fit, he had again quitted + the now detested dwelling of his sister, to seek the solace of + copious draughts of liquor. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Whilst he was thus engaged in a temporary return to his old + indulgent habits, we have seen what occurred at home. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + An hour subsequent to the events already recorded, he went back, + not without a suspicion of unsteadiness in his gait. Although a + faint, luminous haze had succeeded to the short period of + darkness, the moon had not yet topped the crests of the hills + which girdled the town and valley. His vision being also a little + blurred with the fumes of the wine, he did not perceive that the + door, which was always closed at this hour, was wide open. He + raised his fist to deal it a blow as usual, but, meeting no + resistance, he overbalanced himself and fell forward on his hands + and knees. With an oath of astonishment he got up and went + forward. At every step his feet crunched the fragments of glass + and pottery. More astonished than + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page340">[pg 340]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg340"></a>ever, and not without a + suspicion of something wrong, he roared out for a light, whilst he + groped his way to the passage leading within. No answer or sound + relieving the silence, he was constrained to go forward in the + dark until he reached the common dwelling-room. The door of this + was found to be also open, and the gloom impenetrable. He remained + on the threshold, for a moment, dumbfounded; but not a sign of + life met his ear. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What in the name of all that’s damnable has come to the house?’ + he muttered; ‘is it a joke—thieves, or what? Where are + they—Tibia—Neæra—hillo!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His voice was no mean one and his roar shook the little house; but + he got no return for his pains. With increasing alarm and + soberness he groped his way into the room, and, at once, caught + his shin against a substantial article of furniture, which was in + a most unexpected position. He fell with a cry of pain and rage, + and some moments were absorbed in chafing his leg. This done he + proceeded more cautiously, and, after a long search, succeeded in + laying his hand on flint and steel. He produced a light and + surveyed the room. Every article had been dragged about and + ransacked. He looked on the scene, with mouth agape, in blank + amazement. Then he rushed forward into the shop. The shelves were + bared of their contents, and the floor littered with their + fragments. Turning back he ascended to the upper floor, and there, + on her back, tied and gagged, he perceived the form of Tibia, with + her eyes resting upon him in the strange agony of speechless + helplessness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is it, Tibia—what is it? The girl—where is she?’ he cried, + springing forward. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Drawing his knife he cut her bonds, and raised her into a sitting + posture. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia burst into a paroxysm of grief. ‘Oh brother, brother—dead, + dead!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who—the girl—Neæra? Don’t say that, woman!’ he cried furiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No, no! Masthlion—my husband!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did I not say he would never return? But the girl—where is she, + in the name of the furies?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Gone—they have taken her away.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page341">[pg 341]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg341"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With a cry like the howl of a wild beast, Cestus threw up his + arms. Everything was plain. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His face grew purple; the veins swelled like cords, and his eyes + glared with an insane fire. His tongue found vent in a torrent of + mad ravings and horrid imprecations, accompanied with the wildest + gestures, till the heart-stricken woman herself forgot her own + anguish for the moment, and shuddered in horror. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the fit had partially exhausted itself he turned to his + sister, and hoarsely demanded a recital of what had passed. A few + words sufficed, and she threw her apron over her head, and rocked + herself to and fro. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The bluster of the tempest was over, and silence succeeded. For a + moment Cestus remained in meditation, with his eyes fixed on the + floor. Then bidding her not to quit the house, he rushed out + headlong into the street, and rapidly ran toward the Marina. Here, + with much difficulty, for few people were astir, he satisfied + himself that no party had landed or embarked, at all answering to + those whose track he sought to discover. Thence he hurried to the + posting-house in the town, where he was just as unsuccessful. + Sustained and spurred on by terrible excitement, he ran out to the + very outskirts of the town, till he reached a tavern, standing on + the side of the road which led from the southern coast. Here he + was well known, the establishment being a favourite port of call + in his rambles. He called the landlord aside, who looked with + surprise on his customer’s disordered aspect. In answer to the + Suburan’s inquiries a youth was summoned, who was employed in all + kinds of outdoor jobs about the premises, which included a small + farm as well as the business of a tavern. The lad, to the intense + delight of his questioner, proved to have been loitering at the + entrance of the house about nightfall, and had taken particular + note of the six horsemen who had composed the party led by + Plautus. Giving the lad a coin, Cestus briefly informed the master + of the outrage and went back home. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is as I said it would be!’ he burst out as he entered the room + where Tibia remained. ‘A gang of Caesar’s rascals from the island, + and back they have gone, taking her with them. It is all over with + her, and I am ruined. You would not listen to me, would you + not?—they would have been + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page342">[pg 342]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg342"></a>cheated of their prey if + you had. Now you know who was the wisest! Fools! fools! fools!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Pale with excitement he threw himself on the floor, and, save for + his heavy breathing, deep silence fell on all—the terrible silence + of desolation and woe. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It was a dismal, weird scene, lighted by the dull, smoky flame of + a rude lamp. The contents of two chests littered the floor with + homely linen and wearing apparel, together with numberless odds + and ends stored by a thrifty housewife. The simple articles of + furniture were awry and overturned. The broad, burly form of the + man lying face downwards, half upon the pile of bedding and half + upon the floor; the woman crouching beside the naked pallet bed, + with her head bowed down upon her knees. Two or three locks of her + thin gray hair had escaped from their fastening, and hung loosely + down over her tightly clasped hands. She was most to be pitied. + She had lost her husband and child, and sat, an aging woman, + amidst the wreck of her home, which had hitherto bounded her life + and thoughts. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The ghostly, unutterable stillness long continued, and the only + thing which seemed to have life was the smoky yellow flame of the + lamp, as it waved and flared in the currents of air which came + through the open door. Presently Cestus turned over with a sigh + and sat up. He directed his gaze toward the motionless form of his + sister, and his eyes filled with an unaccustomed compassion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Long years ago, when, as a youth, he left his father’s cottage, in + consequence of some misdeed, to go and seek his fortune in the + great city, this sister had been the last one to give him tearful + farewell words of hope and encouragement. That scene was still + bright in his memory. The pretty maiden standing in the middle of + the sunlit road, where she had kissed him, waving her hand as he + turned the bend which hid her from view. There she was now—old, + faded, wrinkled, toil-worn, and broken-hearted. And he, since that + day when her pure kiss and warm tears fell on his beardless face—— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He turned away his head, and resting his chin on his hand and his + elbow on his knee, he remained staring at vacancy. He might have + been a stony embodiment of abstraction, with widely-distended, + lustreless eyes which stared as if frozen in + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page343">[pg 343]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg343"></a>grim despair. Such an + expression Dante might have figured among the sombre troops of the + infernal regions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Nearly half an hour passed; then Tibia raised her wan face. The + sound of a footstep in the passage below struck on her ears. It + moved irresolutely, and finally, from the foot of the stairs, came + a subdued, yet anxious voice calling upon the name of Neæra. + Starting at the tones Tibia gave a low cry, and turned her eyes + anxiously on her brother. But he was buried in a lethargy, and + seemingly oblivious of everything. She, therefore, bowed her face + again, and rocked herself with the same weary motion. The call was + repeated a little louder, but no reply being vouchsafed, a step + came bounding up the stairs and entered the room. The glitter of a + polished cuirass crossed the tranced eyes of Cestus and broke the + spell which bound him. He looked up and beheld Martialis standing + before him, regarding the scene with knitted brows and utter + astonishment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With a yell of delight, impossible to describe, the Suburan leaped + to his feet, and seized the Centurion’s hand in a convulsive grip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome! welcome!’ he cried wildly. ‘Welcome as water in the + desert. Here is a pretty business within the last few hours—it is + only yourself can right it!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis looked on the crouching form of Tibia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Where is Neæra—what has happened?’ he said hurriedly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A gang of cut-throats has been here, and has upset the house, and + carried away the girl——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And you sitting here like a stock!’ thundered the young man in a + frenzy. ‘Were there no neighbours to rouse to help, if you could + not? Thieves that steal maidens from a house in a peaceful + town—whence come such villains here? Where is her father—following + on her track, while you sit here idle and useless!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stop, Centurion,’ said Cestus, seizing him by the arm as he was + turning to dash out of the house, ‘you are all wrong together. + There is only one spot in the neighbourhood which can harbour + kidnappers and the like. I was absent at the time, and if I had + been here I could not have followed—that is for you to do.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Name, then!’ cried Martialis, with contempt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Capreae—Caesar!’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page344">[pg 344]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg344"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The young man stared as if petrified. His outstretched arm fell + heavily to his side, and he dropped his head on his breast with a + groan. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did I not foresee it—did I not warn and beseech them to go by my + advice?’ cried Cestus, wringing his hands and giving way once more + to a burst of passion. ‘Did I not see and watch two fellows here + in the shop some days ago? They were from the accursed island, and + they came to mark down their game. I knew—I knew! But no one would + listen. I begged and beseeched, almost on my knees, for them to + quit the place—to go back with me to Rome, where they might be + safe. But no—none would listen. Not they! And then the potter must + needs take off to the island himself—must needs run his head into + the tiger’s very jaws; all for the sake of showing some newfangled + kind of glass he had found out. As if no patron was to be found + other than a bloody, strangling, ravishing tyrant! The fool would + not listen to what I said, though I went nearly crazy, but went on + his mad way with a light heart, if one could judge by his smiling + face. And here’s the end of it. He will never see his home + again—he is murdered—the girl is missing, and I am robbed, ruined, + cheated! Haste, Centurion, for all depends on thee. Bring her + back, by hook or crook, for hark you, man, she is more than you + think—she is of the Patrician order, and no more my sister’s child + than you are——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you going mad?’ said Martialis hoarsely. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Mad—no!’ shouted Cestus; ‘had they taken a madman’s advice all + would have been well now, and the wench on her way to her people + in Rome. She is no potter’s child, for I hold the proofs. There + was money paid, I tell you, to put the child out of the way; but + instead of murder she was brought here quietly and no one the + wiser, save the woman there, who has passed for her mother—no, not + even the villain who was at the bottom of it all.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis strode over to Tibia and laid his hand on her shoulder. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Mother,’ he said, ‘have you heard this?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes,’ said the poor woman, looking up with her woe-stricken face, + ‘I never had a child of my own.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His eyes softened, and suddenly bending down, he pressed his lips + against her withered forehead. She burst into an agony of tears. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page345">[pg 345]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg345"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Bring her back—bring her back,’ she moaned. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is too strange; but gentle or simple she is still Neæra to me. + Oh, the accursed tyrant—I shall bury my dagger in his foul heart + if she be harmed—even if they rend me in pieces after! But I may + yet save her, though I strike her dead to do it—yes, I may yet be + in time!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He laughed a short dry laugh, and his eyes shone with a terrible + light as he flung his long heavy cloak aside, the less to impede + his motions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell Caesar she belongs to the best blood in Rome,’ said Cestus. + ‘He will not dare to harm her—I will hasten to the city.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He recks of nothing, idiot—her family, quick!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fabricius of the Janiculum is her grandsire—she has only him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fabricius! He lost a child—is this true?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As you stand there!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And how came you to know all this?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Simply because it was I who stole her as a child and brought her + here—she knows.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus nodded to Tibia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dog, if this be true!’ cried Martialis, springing on him and + grasping his throat with a hand of iron. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That you shall see,’ choked and sputtered Cestus. ‘It is likewise + only I who can restore her. You are losing time—save her first and + the rest will follow.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Villain, what demon possessed you to do such a heartless deed?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Money!—and now I would bring her back to the living for + revenge—glorious revenge!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘On whom?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That is my concern, and mine only. Come, haste, Centurion!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Without further parley Martialis sprang to the door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hark’ee,’ said Cestus, again catching his arm, ‘there is one man + who must never know what I have told you until the proper time + arrives, or else it might go hard with the girl. Beware, + therefore!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He whispered in his ear and the Pretorian started with surprise. + Then he dashed down the stairs and out of the house. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page346">[pg 346]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg346"></a> <a id="toc72"></a + ><a id="pdf73"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XXIII.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis, who, as the reader may have perceived, was returning + from Rome, made his last change of horses in the town, an + operation which his feverish haste contracted to the limits of a + very few minutes. Leaping on the back of the fresh steed he + clattered through the narrow streets, and, on gaining the open, + moonlit road, flew along at a frightful speed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With all his energies concentrated on his headlong race, there was + left no opportunity for the consideration of any special plan or + method, by which to attain his object. One supreme hope panted in + his breast, that they, who had carried off his beloved, might have + loitered on the way, and that thus he might have time to close + with them ere they reached their journey’s end. Oh, that he might + have that satisfaction! + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He chuckled savagely at the thought—his brain was on fire! The + fatigue of a long day’s incessant galloping, league after league, + was unfelt and forgotten. Excitement strung his nerves to an + intense pitch, and he scarcely knew the pitiless use he made of + whip and spur on his flying horse’s sides. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He raced along, with his eyes fixed and strained ahead to catch + the welcome sight of the group he burned to see, but he was fated + to bitter disappointment. The building which terminated his ride + rose before him, and nothing more to gladden his eyes. An + involuntary groan broke from his lips. Confidence and hope died + away, and blind desperation and doggedness took root. Half a + score—half a hundred menials of Caesar, beyond the immediate beck + of the tyrant’s finger, he heeded not; but in the vast palace + yonder, with its thronging guards and slaves, what then? There was + still a faint hope left. There yet remained a league of sea to + cover <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page347">[pg 347]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg347"></a>before gaining those + accursed rocks, which lay far out in dim outline. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He leaped to the ground, and the grooms glanced in astonishment at + the foam-covered animal he quitted to their care, with its + drooping head and trembling limbs, its flanks dropping blood. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Centurion must have serious business to have ridden so fast. + Yes; some of Caesar’s slaves had taken boat for the island, but + they must have landed ere this.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A meaning laugh accompanied the information. With distraction in + his brain Martialis hastened forward to the landing-place, where a + boat for courier service was ever kept at hand for immediate use. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It happened, however, that the crew, probably tempted by the + brilliant night, were not all on the spot, as they ought to have + been, but had rambled off here and there in the moonlight. A very + few minutes would, doubtless, have sufficed to bring them all + together, but to the Pretorian’s fevered mind the delay was + unbearable. Sweeping his glance around, he perceived a light skiff + drawn up on the shore at a little distance. There were oars in it; + and without a second thought he sprang to it, and putting forth + his strength pushed it down into the water. The next moment he was + pulling the frail vessel over the calm sea at a rate it had surely + never travelled before. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The tough oars bent with the mighty strokes. Each time they + gripped the water the light bark seemed to leap forward, and the + perspiration rolled in heavy drops from the stern brow of the + rower. The exertion was terrible; but yet the powerful arms never + relaxed an ounce of their strength, nor the stroke a second of its + time, nor an inch of its sweep, till the bow of the boat flew + round into the narrow little bay of the Marina of Capreae, and ran + hard upon the pebbly beach. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Dropping the oars, Martialis leaped ashore and ran up the steep + path which climbed the terrace-like ascent to the village above, + leaving the astonished guardians of the landing-place to wonder + and speculate at the unusual method and haste of his arrival. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To the labour of his arms now succeeded the trial of his legs, and + he possessed the swiftest foot in the legion. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page348">[pg 348]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg348"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On his left arose the conical hill, topped by the villa, in which + the Prefect was established. Here he should have stopped; but + neither his commander, nor the despatches he carried for him, now + claimed the least thought. He doubled the base of the hill, and + threaded the narrow lanes leading to the villa Jovis above, with a + stride which brought him in a very few minutes close to the outer + gate. Here he thought best to moderate his pace to a rapid walk, + and in this gait reached the Pretorian on guard. From this man he + learned that half a dozen slaves, with a female, had entered about + half an hour previously. He passed on and entered the palace. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Where within its fatal recesses was she hidden away? He came to a + stand within the gloom of a passage, whilst fiery thoughts flashed + through his mind. Beyond he could hear the sound of hurrying + menials. It was Caesar’s hour for supping—what should he do? + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Prefect was his friend, and his influence was great. Oh, that + he had met with the wretches ere this, so that his own arm had + been all to trust to! Where was the Prefect, and would he stir in + his cause? It might be too late. After the supper most like would + come the sacrifice. The drops burst forth on his brow in his agony + of mind. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + If he could only discover where she was placed, it would go hard, + but that cunning, or force, or both combined, would bring him to + her. But which way to turn? The superstructure of the palace was + itself intricate; underneath, he knew, was another subterranean + labyrinth of which few had much knowledge. To follow to the bowels + of the rocks was of no more consequence than to find the object of + his search where he stood, since escape from either spot was + hopeless without the tyrant’s will. To gain her side was now his + utmost hope. Could he but clasp her in his arm, he had the means + to save her unsullied and to put himself beyond the reach of + vengeance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + These few moments of reflection passed, during which the image of + Neæra rose on his mind, in painful distinctness, with the sweet + breath of her calm beauty and purity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He felt that his short sword and poniard were loose in their + scabbards, then entered the peristyle before him. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page349">[pg 349]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg349"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Silver lamps shed a brilliant light on the polished marble of + pillar and floor, on the gilded fretwork of ceiling and cornice, + the panelled pictures, the dancing, diamond-flashing waters of the + fountain in the midst. Among the doorways which opened on the + court was one heavily curtained. Domestics passed in and out ever + and anon, and the presence of the soldier stationed before it was + evidence that Caesar was within. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis perceived with satisfaction that this man was one of his + own troop, and went up to him immediately. The Pretorian drew + himself up and saluted, but not without a curious glance at the + unusual aspect his officer presented. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome back, Centurion!—the Prefect is not within,’ said he, + concluding that the object of the aide-de-camp was the commander + himself. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Where then?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘At his house for anything that I can tell, Centurion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Maybe he awaits me there, for this night I was due.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I can see with my own eyes you have travelled hard, Centurion.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Who is within?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caesar supping with his friends.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Know you which friends?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Flaccus, Marinus, Priscus, the philosophers, and the Roman lady,’ + replied the legionary. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The three first named were companions of Tiberius, the third of + whom we have already known. The Roman lady Martialis knew to be + Plautia. He passed his hand across his forehead. The question was + as useless as the answer. The slaves, who idled here and there in + twos and threes about the court, were the natural repositories of + household secrets and tattle. He eyed them and gnawed his nether + lip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you been in the palace long?’ he asked again. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have wellnigh worn out my spell of duty, I should say, + Centurion—at least I brought Caesar hither from his + dressing-room.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell me, Asca,’ said Martialis, dropping his voice, ‘since you + have been here within-doors, have you seen or heard anything of + the arrival of some of Caesar’s slaves bearing with them a woman—a + young girl?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page350">[pg 350]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg350"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Only a few minutes ago, Zeno, the worshipful steward, marshalled + a couple such into Caesar’s presence—they had a woman with them, + and they are there now.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, and she?’ demanded the young man, with an energy which caused + the soldier to recoil a step. ‘What was she like—her appearance? + Quick, Asca, speak!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Truly, Centurion, I scarce gave her any heed, except that she was + taller than common—her face was well shrouded moreover,’ quoth the + surprised Asca. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Was that all? Was there nothing said? Did you not hear whence + they came? Can you tell me nothing of her looks, her voice, dress, + or anything to guide me?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, she seemed very unwilling; and when they first came and + demanded entrance, Plautus—that is one of the slaves who came + along with her, sent in Caesar’s signet ring, along with the word + Surrentum, upon which Zeno came out and——Stop, Centurion, stop——!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Martialis had disappeared through the curtains of the doorway. + The word Surrentum was electrical, and, with a bound, he was gone, + ere his amazed subordinate could move a muscle. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Double curtains closed the entrance to the supper-room, the few + feet of intervening space forming a kind of ante-chamber. + Martialis dashed aside the innermost drapery and halted for a + brief second, whilst he cast a flashing glance around the + brilliant chamber. Yes, there was Neæra standing in the midst, on + exactly the same spot where her ill-fated fosterfather had stood + before, a target for each rude, pitiless gaze of master and slave + alike. She was drawn to the full height of her tall, supple + figure, and her noble face, as pale as death, was bent undauntedly + on the opposing visage of Tiberius. The expression of the latter + was seemingly cold and impassive. Plautia, reclining at his right + hand, gazed with an exultant glance and flushed cheeks; the others + were critical and amused. On either hand of the captive girl was + Plautus and a comrade, with their fierce eyes riveted on Tiberius, + oblivious of all save his slightest motion. Behind the Imperial + couch stood the handsome steward, intently watchful of everything. + The supper-table, in the midst, was loaded with its gorgeous + service of gold and silver plate, whilst the attendants around + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page351">[pg 351]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg351"></a>the apartment had stayed + their stealthy steps, fearful of interrupting the scene with the + slightest sound. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They said my father had need of me—was dying,’ Neæra was saying + in a clear, firm voice, when her glance, in common with the rest, + was drawn by a stir at the doorway. The gleam of a corslet filled + her eyes, breaking violently through the cluster of slaves round + the entrance, as the prow of a ship dashes aside the billows of + the sea. With a tremulous cry she held forth her arms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Lucius!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neæra—I am here!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He reached her side at a stride, and, thrusting Plautus rudely + back, cast his left arm around her and lifted her away to a + clearer space. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Close on his heels rushed the terror-stricken Pretorian on guard, + and Plautus, on his part, made a savage gesture of retaliation. + Both, however, had the discretion to hesitate before the fiery + glance of the Centurion and a still more significant motion of his + right hand to his belt. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Courage, my Neæra,’ murmured her lover; ‘I know all, and have + followed to save thee from these pitiless wretches, whose foul + touch is worse than death. Only one escape from dishonour is left + to thee now, dear love.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He drew his poniard from his belt and placed it in her hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + She took it, and held up her face to his with an ineffable smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They shall not part us now.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He kissed her lips, and looked calmly on the excitement which + followed his extraordinary interruption into the inviolable + presence of the Emperor. Confused exclamations and cries broke + forth. A convulsive movement ran through the throng like the + tossing of forest boughs in a sudden gust of wind. Each one stared + with astonishment on the Pretorian garb, the splendid form, the + dark, stern, handsome face, flushed and damp with extreme exertion + and emotion. The name of Martialis flew from lip to lip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Under the wing and eye of their Imperial patron himself, the + indignant expressions of his shocked creatures were many and loud, + but, beyond these safe demonstrations of just resent<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page352" + >[pg 352]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg352"></a>ment of the unparalleled + audacity of the intruder, there seemed to be no disposition to + proceed to a more forcible proof of their zeal. An armed, + desperate man, who had more than held his own with the first + gladiators and athletes of the capital, was not to be rashly + interfered with. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thus the clatter of tongues and perturbation of gesture eddied and + tossed within its own agitated circle for a few moments, without + overflowing toward the tall person of the offender, who stood + confronting them, motionless, yet watchful and resolute, with his + left arm thrown round the waist of the young girl. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, they are in no hurry to begin—they know it will cost them + dear,’ muttered Martialis grimly, with vigilant eyes on those + nearest him, and a meaning hitch of his belt which brought his + sword hilt nigher to his hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + From him to Caesar all glances roved. Tiberius had recovered his + attitude and composure from his first start of astonishment and + alarm. On his countenance rested a dark, lowering look, which no + one, who knew him, saw without vague uneasiness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Asca, whose instructions were without privilege to any one, was + the most to be pitied. He shook with dread, and his visage, full + of consternation, hovered between his Centurion and his Emperor. + On the former he bent reproachful glances, whilst the aspect of + the latter filled him with terror. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please you, Caesar, it was no fault of mine,’ he broke out, + after the first few moments of confusion were dying away. ‘The + Centurion will bear me witness, that he broke past my guard ere it + was possible to prevent him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The man is right,’ said Martialis calmly; ‘he is in no way to + blame. This maiden is my betrothed bride—I come to claim her. She + has been dragged from her home by ruffians. I pray you, Caesar, of + your clemency, to let me give her safe conduct back again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno leant over his master and whispered in his ear. The frown did + not quit the face of Tiberius, but he appeared to reflect. + Martialis perceived the hesitation and took heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have a strange method of making your request,’ said the + Emperor, with sardonic slowness, in the deep silence which + immediately reigned at the sound of his voice. ‘Until this + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page353">[pg 353]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg353"></a>moment I thought the + privacy of my room my own. When Pretorian officers set the example + of breaking orders and over-riding regulations, it is time I saw + to their discipline myself. I will begin with you. Deliver up your + arms, and place yourself in the custody of the guard, awaiting my + pleasure.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor signed to the soldier Asca to enforce these commands, + but, ere he moved, Martialis retired farther back with Neæra, + until he reached the corner of the room. By this strategic + movement into the empty angle he brought all his expected + assailants more in front, and, thereby, vastly strengthened his + position. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I crave your pardon, Caesar, for what must appear an unseemly + intrusion into the privacy of your apartment, and nothing but the + bitter circumstances of my case would ever have driven me to be + guilty of such disregard of your presence,’ said the Centurion, + with respectful but resolute mien. ‘I pray you, consider my + position. I bear to the Prefect despatches from the camp at Rome, + and have galloped since early dawn with barely a stop. Flinging + myself from my horse at Surrentum, for a few brief minutes, at the + house of my betrothed, I found it had been the spoil of ruffians. + I have hastened hither without stop—what are every-day rules and + customs to a man whose brain is distraught with grief? Nothing + could have touched me nearer, Caesar, and I entreat your + indulgence—your pardon. Let her go, I beseech you—I doubt not the + slaves have made some grave error. She cannot have given + offence—it would not be possible for her sweet nature. It is not + much thy Centurion asks, and he has served thee well.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did you not stay, then, to deliver your despatches to the + Prefect?’ said Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They are here in my belt.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Another duty disregarded—the first care of a courier is the + errand he is upon.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The Prefect will bear willing witness of my diligence in his + service—I have ever the favour of his choice for the same errand,’ + said Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Deliver up your weapons,’ said Tiberius harshly. ‘Guard, take him + and lead him away.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page354">[pg 354]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg354"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He comes to certain death,’ said Martialis with energy. ‘You may + overpower me, but it will cost you dear—you shall never take us + alive.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Excitement and commotion again shook the room like a turbulent + sea, yet still it never gathered sufficient cohesion and weight to + propel itself into the corner against the resolute form there. All + eyes were bent on the luckless Pretorian Asca, whose glance, in + turn, hung on Caesar’s with a piteous expression. With the selfish + satisfaction which human beings view the misfortune of another, + the soldier was assailed with cries of encouragement and censure, + which came all the more freely from the lips of those for whom he + acted as a kind of sacrifice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Centurion, you hear!’ he said to Martialis in beseeching tones, + ‘give up your sword as Caesar wills.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will not, Asca, and do you forgive me if I hurt you in + self-defence.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The legionary looked again to Caesar. ‘He refuses!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then compel him,’ thundered the Emperor; ‘strike, man, strike!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thrilled by the terrible voice, and somewhat excited by the cries + of the others, the Pretorian set his teeth in blind desperation, + and levelled his heavy spear. With consummate ease Martialis + evaded the thrust, and grasped the weapon with his hands. + Continuing the same movement, he thrust the lance back athwart the + body of the soldier, and threw him sprawling on his back. It was + done in a second of time, and with astonishing power and celerity, + but it gave what the attentive slave Plautus thought an excellent + opportunity for interference. He had been lingering nighest of + all, with the eye of a lynx on the movements of the Centurion. As + the latter closed with Asca, he therefore sprang forward. He was a + large and powerfully-built man, and, had he been able to carry out + his intention of grappling with the young officer off his guard, + the latter would probably have been entangled and finally + smothered by numbers. But quick as the slave’s movement was, it + was late by a brief second, for he had been closely watched and + suspected. As the soldier Asca went sprawling back, Martialis + swerved, as swift as light, and met his new assailant with an + unexpected blow of his clenched fist. No friendly affection + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page355">[pg 355]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg355"></a>for a comrade-in-arms + tempered the stroke, as in the case of Asca, but, on the contrary, + his long sinewy arm shot out like a battering-ram, and struck the + on-coming slave off his feet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The dash and prowess of the young officer seemed to arouse + something like a revolution of feeling in his favour, to judge by + the tone of the exclamations which broke forth at his feat. Even a + half-stifled excited ‘<span + class="tei tei-foreign" + lang="grc" + xml:lang="grc" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Euge!</span></span + >’ of approval might have been heard. His reputation was general, + but Asca, alone of all present, had seen him discomfit a boxer of + the amphitheatres by a similar blow, dealt for the honour of the + Legion in the camp at Rome, amid the delighted yells of packed + thousands of his comrades. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The senseless Plautus was lifted and carried out with a face + crushed and disfigured for life. Martialis, with his weapon still + undrawn, fell back to his former position. The slender fingers of + Neæra glided into his, and he clasped them tight. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hark!’ he said to her, as the raised tones of Tiberius bade them + haste for a file of Pretorians, ‘’twill be no more child’s + play—would it had been with others than my own comrades. But + courage, my Neæra! Shelter yourself behind me, and when I fall, + you know how to use your weapon; better the tomb for such as you + than the pollution of these walls.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, my father and mother!’ she murmured, as she nestled closer + to his side. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He glanced quickly into her face, and saw that it was composed, + though pale. No trace of fear trembled on the tender curving lips, + or dwelt in the calm clear eyes which rested devotedly upon him. + New-born qualities of heroism transfigured her, and clothed her + with a new beauty. The routine of her humble life had never + lighted her fair face with such an unexpected spirit of + dauntlessness. That brief glance filled his heart with pride and + rapture such as he never felt before, and nerved him with the + strength of a Titan. Her unruffled mien flooded his mind with the + parting words of Cestus, and he thrilled with joy. Surely, none + but noble blood could so nobly withstand such a terrible test. It + was a melancholy joy, however, despairing and fierce as it was + fleet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He reared his head, and bent his eyes upon the throng before him + with infinite pride and contempt. The dark deep orbs of the + Emperor shone upon him from beneath the shadow + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page356">[pg 356]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg356"></a>of their knitted brows, + but he returned their gaze disdainfully. He felt himself beyond + their vengeance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + From the ghastly visage of Caesar his gaze rested on the warm + loveliness of Plautia, whose flushed countenance and sparkling + eyes betrayed the excited conflict of her mind. Her yet + unconquered love of the young soldier’s manly beauty, blown into + fresh flame by the exhibition of his power—the sting of remorse at + the unlooked-for effect of her plot, mingled with savage envy at + the sight of her rival, and the bitter spectacle of their mutual + devotion, were rioting in her breast. His glance was cold and + contemptuous, as it was passing and brief, and stung her soul to + madness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The messenger despatched for the Pretorians had sped away only a + few moments, when the anxious brows of Zeno contracted suddenly. + An eager light came into his eyes, and he stooped to whisper in + the Emperor’s ear. Tiberius nodded, and muttered a few words in + reply. The Greek touched the elbow of the huge Nubian servant, and + they both hurried swiftly out of the apartment. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis saw them, but gave them no heed. He had no further + hopes, fears, nor suspicions. His sole object, in what he + considered to be the few remaining minutes of his career, was to + sell his life as dearly as possible. In expectation of the coming + struggle, the slaves had imperceptibly edged away from his + vicinity, and were waiting with uneasy suspense. The guests at + table, with askant glances at the disturber of their peace, + fidgeted as though he might, at any time, burst upon them with a + furious onslaught, whilst the stern glitter of the Emperor’s eyes, + on the other hand, discouraged any attempt at interference. Asca, + the guard, remained at the doorway. He held his lance at the + advance, and his face was dejected and chopfallen in the extreme. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Rapid thoughts sped through the mind of Martialis as he surveyed + the scene. What if he were to assume the offensive before the + arrival of his comrades? Would he thereby better his position? Had + he been alone, his fleet foot by a quick dash would have easily + carried him free from the palace to the boats. But such an act was + impossible with Neæra. It was true he might fall upon the craven, + naked flock before him, and turn the room into a shambles. But + such a butchery + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page357">[pg 357]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg357"></a>would avail him nothing; + and to leave the side of Neæra for an instant would be to endanger + her. No, he would meet his fate honestly, and not like a reckless + murderous desperado. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Once more he appealed to Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Will you not send for the Prefect?’ he said; ‘his presence might + intercede with you, and gain your gracious clemency for his + unfortunate Centurion and this blameless maiden. Force will avail + nothing, but the sacrifice of some brave men—as for us, we shall + never be parted alive, be assured.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Caesar answered nothing; neither did any motion or expression + betoken that he paid the least attention to the words. His glance + was fixed intently, as it seemed, on the wall, or rather the long + curtains which draped the wall behind the Centurion for some + distance on either hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis forebore to say more, and ere long the critical moment + arrived. The rapid tread of many feet was heard through the + half-drawn curtains of the door, and some ten or fifteen + Pretorians, fully armed, and flashing with their polished harness, + filed into the room, headed by the bulky Centurion Macro. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The legionaries came to a halt, with blank wonder on their faces, + and their officer, with no less astonishment, turned his eyes on + Caesar for his orders. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis silently stooped and kissed Neæra on the lips. Then he + slowly drew his sword from his sheath, and gravely saluted his + comrades. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He refuses to surrender himself,’ said Tiberius to Macro, without + removing his eyes from Martialis; ‘I have sent for you to secure + him—alive, if possible; if not, dead.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The task was repugnant from every point of view, and the + legionaries showed it by the want of alacrity and spirit in the + preparations they made to carry out the mandate. But to hear was + to obey, and Macro, who, perhaps, felt less scruple than the rank + and file, in consequence of a jealousy of Martialis, desired the + latter to deliver up his weapon. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come and take it,’ said Martialis; ‘these are my only terms. Our + fellowship is fated to end in a way we never dreamt of; blame me + not, but those who have dragged my betrothed hither from her + home—I will not give her up.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page358">[pg 358]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg358"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The faces of the men darkened, and dissatisfied mutterings broke + from their lips. The order to draw up in line and prepare for + their work was obeyed sullenly and slowly. Martialis was popular, + and his words and position inspired them with additional sympathy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do as ye are bid,’ cried Martialis, as he noted the signs of + dissatisfaction; ‘nought else will avail.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But, as their fingers tightened on their weapons, an unlooked-for + occurrence changed the position of affairs. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Caesar’s eyes were still riveted on the curtain which hung at the + back of the Centurion’s beleaguered corner. As the last words were + spoken, a tremulous motion stirred the heavy folds. Then they were + suddenly and silently parted immediately behind the lovers, and + through the opening the gigantic form of the Nubian body-servant + was launched upon the Centurion in rear. The steward followed him + like a shadow, and simultaneously gripped Neæra from behind. The + surprised and helpless girl was speedily dragged apart and + disarmed, but to force her lover to succumb was a more difficult + task. His weapon, poised readily but lightly in his hand, was + whirled away by a sudden blow, and the horror-stricken Centurion, + at the same instant, felt himself strained in an embrace which + well-nigh stopped his respiration. By a marvellous contraction and + eel-like movement of his body, however, he succeeded in releasing + his arms and twisting himself into a position more face to face + with his assailant. He was thus enabled to grapple on fairer + terms, and a terrible struggle began. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Nubian, as we have already said, was a giant in stature. He + topped his tall antagonist by a head, and enfolded him with an + overwhelming bulk. His huge, thick limbs and muscles, his vast + breadth of chest, denoted enormous power; but it was a slow, + ponderous, elephantine strength, overloaded with the superfluous + flesh of ease and good feeding. On the other hand, his opponent + was lithe, supple, and active as a tiger—a consummate athlete, + with thews and sinews of steel. In addition, he was inspired with + a fury it is impossible to describe,—rage at the manner in which + he had been tricked—agony of desperation as he heard the faint cry + of Neæra. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With every muscle strained to its utmost tension they swayed round + and round. Macro, seeing the favourable + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page359">[pg 359]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg359"></a>opportunity, called on + his men to join in the struggle and secure the entrapped + Centurion; but the voice of Tiberius broke in with the brief word + ‘Hold.’ They glanced at him in surprise, and saw his uplifted hand + and his eyes bent on the wrestlers with eager interest. Nothing + loth, therefore, they stood still to watch the issue of the + struggle. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knotted veins, the corded muscles, the mighty strength of the + combatants, as they rocked to and fro and panted with terrible + efforts, impressed the onlookers with awe, and thrilled them with + excitement. The immense Nubian was a mountain of bone and flesh. + To move him was like moving a column of the palace. He followed no + plan but that of trying to bore down his lighter antagonist by + sheer weight and brute force. Martialis felt that these tactics, + rude as they were, must finally prevail, if the contest were + suffered to go on much longer. Mad with passion, he gathered every + atom of his strength and art into a last frenzied effort. Finding + it impossible to lift the ponderous, inanimate mass in his arms by + main force, he swerved, as quick and sudden as light, and thrust + forward his left hip, using it as a fulcrum, over which the + astonished slave felt himself whirled from his feet with + irresistible force. With his legs flying round in the air, like + the spokes of a wheel, he was dashed on the floor with a + tremendous concussion, which stunned him and shook the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A yell of delirious excitement and triumph rang from the lips of + Martialis, and he glanced round, like a tiger at bay, as if for + the next victim. But nature has its limits, and the last supreme + effort, added to the extraordinary exertion and excitement of the + day, had begun to tell even on his frame of iron. As he drew + himself back and clenched his hands for a desperate dash, his eyes + seem to fill with blood—lights, faces, forms mingled in one + confused gleam before him. The exultant shouts of the soldiers, + unrepressed by the presence of Caesar, filled his ears like a + muffled roar. He swayed dizzily for a brief second or two, and, as + he passed his hand across his brow as if to clear his faculties + from the mist which confused them, he was buried amid the forms of + the soldiers. Their grasp restored him, and he struggled with + renewed vigour. Once or twice, as he hurled the men right and + left, he seemed on the point of breaking through the heaving mass, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page360">[pg 360]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg360"></a>but numbers and + exhaustion rendered the issue no longer doubtful. The Pretorians, + whose feelings rather prompted them to shoulder their officer in + triumph, clung tenaciously to him with firm hands. Only too + pleased at the bloodless conclusion of the matter, they received + their rough handling with good-humoured jokes and entreaties, and + used their united strength with a merciful purpose. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At the first chance a belt was passed around their prisoner, and + his arms securely buckled to his sides. Then the unfortunate + Centurion perceived, at last, that all hope was gone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caesar! tyrant!’ he foamed, as he struggled frantically with his + bonds, ‘why did I not bury my blade in your foul heart and relieve + the world? Do your worst with me—I care nothing! But dare not to + harm her; she is nobly born and of gentle blood; beware, + therefore!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor waved his hand. There was only time for one agonising + look between the lovers, and the Pretorians hurried their prisoner + from the room. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page361">[pg 361]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg361"></a> <a id="toc74"></a + ><a id="pdf75"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XXIV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It would have greatly relieved the distracted mind of Martialis, + had he known that he occupied the Emperor’s thoughts to a far + greater degree than his beloved Neæra. The brilliant beauty and + wit of Plautia was too far in the ascendant, at present, in the + Imperial heart to admit of a rival, especially one of such a + different type. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + To Neæra, when she had been dismissed to safe keeping, Tiberius + gave, for the time, no further heed. Weightier matters engaged + him, and very shortly after the conclusion of the scene described + in the last chapter, he rose from the supper-table and returned to + his own apartment, from which he dismissed every one. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Suspicion and dissimulation equipoised the Imperial mind. The + former fed the latter, and both were unutterably profound. Only + the day before he had yielded to the importunities of the Prefect, + and had consented to give him his daughter-in-law in marriage. + Sejanus retired in joy, with everything arranged for his early + reception into the Imperial family. His plans, long and carefully + followed up, were now well-nigh matured, and he laughed in his + sleeve at the earnest, trustful affection which the Emperor had + displayed very liberally toward him. He was not aware of the fact + that he daily and hourly filled the buried thoughts of the old + man—thoughts which trusted nobody; that his own eager ambition was + blinding him, and actually supplying a fatal web for a subtler + mind than his own to weave around him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The close attention which the Emperor devoted to the Prefect, by a + natural sequence, could not fail to follow the person of the + Prefect’s favourite officer. If not so familiar with Martialis + personally, he was well-informed by report in + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page362">[pg 362]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg362"></a>all concerning him. Up + to the moment when the Centurion hurriedly accounted for his + movements, the mind of Tiberius was smouldering with passion, on + the point of breaking into a fierce flame of summary vengeance for + the unparalleled temerity of a reckless invasion of his privacy. + At that particular moment his craft seized like lightning upon an + idea; his wrath sank subordinate, and became a mere simulation. We + shall presently see how his subtle conjectures were realised. For + the time, however, Martialis was spared, providing his own + stubbornness presented no further obstacle to lenience. His + personal attributes, his fearless, soldierly defiance, reached a + vein of sympathy which yet lived dormant, far down in the depths + of the tyrant’s heart. In his youth Tiberius himself had been + comely, tall of stature, strong of limb, and skilled in hardy + exercises; therefore the handsome face and athletic form, the + extraordinary strength, skill, and address of the young officer, + had not failed to arouse his secret admiration. The downfall of + his gigantic Nubian struck him with wonder, and relit a ray of the + joys of the palæstra of his own youthful days. But more grateful + than this to his suspicious nature, was the conclusion he drew + from the frank, fearless countenance and the simple faith of the + Pretorian. Such a man might be invaluable, and he determined that + he should not be uselessly butchered, if it could be profitably + avoided. When Zeno stooped, and whisperingly reminded him of the + fact of the existence of a door, but seldom used, and hidden by + the curtain, immediately behind the position of Martialis, he + assented eagerly to the suggestion, which, we have seen, was + carried out successfully. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So far all had gone fortunately. The Emperor withdrew; and, from + the dark expression of his face, it was readily inferred that the + culprit would have short shrift. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When alone, however, in his apartment, and safe from every eye, + his mien altered. Fits of abstraction and restless pacings of the + room passed the silent time, and as the hour of midnight + approached, his impatience and nervousness grew more marked. + Several times his hand rested on a small silver bell as if to + ring, and, as often, after a few moments of indecision, with his + ears strained to catch the least sound in the deep stillness, he + turned away. Occasionally he went to + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page363">[pg 363]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg363"></a>one corner of the room, + and, drawing back a curtain, placed his ear close against the wall + for a few moments. Thence he would return to his seat and his + book, for a space, to leave them by and by for another excursion. + Many varied positions he occupied, now sitting, now reclining, now + ambling hither and thither, impelled by the pains of impatience + and anxiety. Trifling with this object, touching that, lifting and + examining another, half unconsciously, his state of nervous + unrest, finding full vent within the deaf and sightless walls of + his retreat, was a wonderful relaxation from the inscrutable + impassiveness of his public demeanour. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Midnight had barely passed, when two or three taps proceeded from + that corner of the room where he had often paid a visit, and bent + a listening ear. His face cleared instantly, and he stepped at + once toward the sound. Stooping down he pressed a particular spot + in the angle of the wall, and a narrow, secret panel, wholly + indistinguishable before, shot silently and swiftly upward. + Through the opening stepped Zeno. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well?’ said Tiberius sharply; ‘at last! I have waited almost + beyond my patience.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have not lingered one second longer than I could possibly + help,’ replied the Greek; ‘to have come sooner would have been + rash.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is all safe now?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Quite—he is off as sound as can be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And you are sure that no soul has passed from the palace outwards + since supper?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Especial orders were given to all the guards.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Come, then!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They stepped through the secret opening and drew down the shutter + after them. It closed with a subdued, but clear ‘click,’ which + denoted the hidden instrumentality of a highly-perfected spring. + Zeno went on first with the lamp. They descended two narrow + winding flights of steps cut in the rock; and at their foot, + another door, as cunningly contrived and hidden away, gave way to + their potent touch in the same mysterious manner. They were now in + a wider gallery, all rock-hewn and faced with brick. On either + side were ranged doors; and, at a little distance away, a lamp + hung from the <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page364">[pg 364]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg364"></a>ceiling, like a yellow + beacon light struggling with the subterranean gloom. Immediately + beneath this lamp Zeno halted before a door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are there none but ourselves below?’ muttered Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No one,’ returned Zeno; ‘I despatched every one on one pretence + and another, and having seen all clear, locked up the main outlet + myself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward pushed with his finger one of the many iron studs or + bolt-heads which strengthened the door. It slid back a couple of + inches and disclosed a small peep-hole, through which he peered. + Satisfied with his <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr364"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">scrutiny</span> he unlocked the door + and they went in. The chamber was about twelve feet square, and + furnished with a small tripod stand, a stool, and a pallet bed. + From the ceiling hung a lamp which threw down a dismal light on + the cheerless place. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On the bed was stretched the form of Martialis in careless grace, + with one sinewy arm hanging down at length over the pallet-side, + toward the floor. His appearance was corpse-like. His closed eyes, + his bold, handsome features, his dark hair curling crisply over + his brow, seemed all fixed in the tranquil marble beauty of the + early moments of death. Not a breath seemed to part his moulded + lips, and the steel cuirass which encased his body hid effectually + all sign of movement beneath. Tiberius started and turned a + frowning, inquiring glance on his companion. Zeno pointed to some + victuals and an empty pitcher which stood on the small stand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He has eaten nothing and drunk every drop—he will give no + trouble.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How—have you killed him?’ demanded the Emperor sternly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah no, Caesar—the drug was harmless for that, but potent enough + to make him no better than a clod for some hours; and a mercy for + him, as you would say, had you seen his state of mind. We may do + what we please with him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward spoke the truth, for, in the handling to which the + inanimate Pretorian was subjected, he exhibited no symptom of + consciousness. Underneath his cuirass they found a stout leather + belt buckled round his waist. Attached to the belt was a pouch + securely fastened, and from this the Emperor drew several scrolls + of papyri—the paper of the ancients, + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page365">[pg 365]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg365"></a>made from the Egyptian + plant of that name. Taking these to the lamp on the tripod, + Tiberius turned his back on his trusty steward, and proceeded to + unroll them with eager trembling fingers. He glanced through the + written contents of each with a rapid practised eye, but found + nothing therein, save dry official reports from the deputy in + command of the Pretorian camp at Rome. His countenance fell + gradually as he proceeded, and when he arrived at the end, he gave + vent to a muttered ejaculation of disappointment. One other scroll + remained, which was not of an official nature, but evidently a + late production of a bookseller’s shop. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It may be as well to explain that the book of the Romans in no + point resembled that of modern days, inasmuch as binding and pages + formed no component parts. The work of a Roman author was written + on one continuous strip of papyrus or parchment, of more or less + length. This was rolled round a stick of appropriate size in the + same manner as a modern map or chart, the exterior being neatly + finished and lettered with the title of the book. It is probable + enough that the latter was also exhibited on a ticket attached to + the end of the roll, as affording a readier means of ascertaining + any particular book, when laid together on the shelves of the + library, or dropped endwise into the circular boxes used for their + transport. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The remaining roll or book, which the Emperor now took up, was + sheathed in a purple parchment covering. Sliding off the latter, + he found the volume to be of a nature he had already guessed with + the accuracy of experience. It was a satire, a + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">vers-de-societé</span></span + >, by one of the poetasters of the day, and very showily got up. + As the outer sheath was removed a small slip of paper fell out. It + was an epistle, which ran as follows:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘Knowing you must at times feel dull with an out-of-the-world + feeling, I have sent the accompanying volume in the hope it may + prove acceptable; it is only small, and will not add much to the + bulk and weight of your despatches. It is the last new thing by + Varius, and quite the rage. I have a very poor opinion of the + composition myself; but, as an elegant and artistic specimen of + the publisher’s workmanship, I think it is as admirable as any I + have yet seen—even to the mute wood itself, whose ornamentation + you will find well worthy of examination. It is mournful to + think that the bookmaker’s art should be so needed nowadays to + eke out an author’s want of wit.’</span + > + </div> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page366">[pg 366]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg366"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Now it happened that Tiberius, who was very devoted to literature, + had already perused the satire he now held. Every new publication + of the city was punctually forwarded to him, as might be expected. + He, therefore, unrolled the paper, which was about a yard and a + half in length, and six or eight inches wide, and glanced his eye + down the beautifully charactered effusion. There was also a + portrait of the author included on the scroll; but as it was all + identical with what he had already seen, he passed it over and + bestowed more attention upon the wooden roller, to observe if + there was anything about it worthy of more particular notice than + he had before given to the one in his own possession. The little + roller was plain and coloured black, but each end was ornamented + with a boss, rather of conical shape, carved and picked out with + brilliant colours. Tiberius gazed at it and strove to compare it + mentally with his own specimen. He read the accompanying letter + again, and tried hard to discover the peculiar beauties of the + wooden cylinder, so particularly recommended. He failed to + perceive anything extraordinary, but there seemed to be something + in the bulk thereof which struck him as unusual. Turning to Zeno, + he despatched him to his library to bring him his own copy. The + Greek soon returned, and Tiberius compared the two volumes. They + were exactly similar, being copies of the same edition; but, when + he placed the wooden cylinders together, he saw at once there was + a difference in their circumferences. That which belonged to the + Prefect was very perceptibly thicker; but, as the bosses affixed + to the ends remained the same size, it followed, that the margin + of the projection was less in the Prefect’s than his own. The + Emperor knitted his brows, and riveted his gaze on the two + cylinders in profound meditation. Then he once more studied the + nameless epistle to refresh his memory; after which he bestowed + another examination on the books. Something in the relative + weights of the cylinders seemed to strike him, so, arranging the + rolls of paper to which they were attached as to interfere as + little as possible, he balanced the rollers on the tips of his + fingers of both hands. Then, as if dubious, he called in the aid + of Zeno, briefly pointing out the facts of the case. The Greek + took the cylinders into his own hands, and after minutely + examining them, he weighed them + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page367">[pg 367]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg367"></a>as his master had done. + For a further test he tapped the thicker roller with a little + metal key, and listened attentively to the sound. Then he balanced + them again, and finally gave it as his opinion, that the thicker + roller was lighter than the smaller one, and, moreover, sounded as + though it were hollow. The eyes of Emperor and steward exchanged a + significant flash. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Such a condition is neither usual nor necessary,’ said Tiberius. + ‘Let us try and discover the reason.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Greek took the suspected cylinder into his long supple + fingers, and made a very minute scrutiny of the junction of the + bosses at either end. Then, by patient and delicate, but firm + manipulation, he proceeded to try if they were detachable. After a + considerable amount of persuasive force of handling, one of the + bosses yielded a hair’s-breadth. He renewed his efforts, and the + Emperor’s eyes glistened. The boss became looser and looser, and + in a minute’s time came off altogether. They were now enabled to + perceive that the original bosses had been fitted to a new + cylinder. That one which had been removed, instead of being + affixed in the usual way to a flat surface, had been hollowed a + little to receive the end of the roller, and then tightened with a + thin application of glue. The roller, as Zeno had suspected, was + hollow. He turned it upside down and a little scroll of very thin + paper dropped out. The fingers of the Emperor closed on it like + lightning. His eyes flamed with a ferocious delight as he + carefully unrolled a few inches of the fragile document and read + therein. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Haste—bring tablets, paper, anything—like the wind!’ he whispered + excitedly. Zeno hastened away, and Tiberius, huddling against the + lamp, devoured the contents of the secret missive with eyes + starting from his head, and mouth agape in astonishment. Rage, + hate, and delirious joy thrilled him as he read. His hands, his + body, and his limbs trembled with the force of his excitement. + Swiftly reading to the close, he dropped the little quivering + paper, and laughed with triumph. Startled by his own voice he + looked fearfully round at Martialis; but the Centurion lay + deathlike in the profound stupor of his drugged slumbers. With + uneasy, hasty steps the Emperor paced the narrow dungeon, + muttering inaudibly until Zeno entered with writing materials. + Then he sat <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page368">[pg 368]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg368"></a>down to make a copy of + the secret, and evidently fateful, missive intended for the eyes + of the Prefect alone. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The task occupied longer than it would otherwise have done, owing + to the agitated mind and trembling fingers of the writer; but at + length it came to an end. The original letter was restored to its + hiding-place in the roller, and the boss skilfully replaced by + Zeno, who carefully heated the incrusted glue over the flame of + the lamp to cause it to hold firmly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The documents were then replaced in the pouch of the Centurion, + and his dress arranged without a sign to show that he had been + tampered with. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Send to the Prefect with the first light of day, and acquaint him + with the position of his courier and the causes thereof,’ said + Tiberius. ‘He will, without doubt, attend personally—let him see + his messenger if he wishes, and obtain his despatches with his own + hands. When that is done and he is gone, I will see this youth + myself. We have made a good night’s work—you will find it to your + benefit as to mine—now to bed!’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page369">[pg 369]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg369"></a> <a id="toc76"></a + ><a id="pdf77"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER XXV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis awoke, or rather came gradually to consciousness, next + morning, with a dull torpor weighing on him like lead, and a brain + confused and racking with pain. Zeno’s sleeping potion, whatever + it was, had been mixed with a liberal hand. Memory came slowly + back through the stupor which clogged his senses, and he + instinctively felt for the despatches of which he had charge. They + were there all right, and he turned his heavy aching head toward + the little table. A jug stood thereon along with the victuals he + had left untouched the night before. To his joy he found it had + been replenished with water. His mouth was parched and his lips + dry and cracked, and he drank with avidity. The grateful draught + restored him vastly, and he also partook of some bread and fruit. + Then lying back again on the bed he gave himself up to his + poignant reflections, and awaited what should follow. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He had ever the most strict injunctions to deliver papers and + despatches to no one but the Prefect himself, whenever he was + employed as their bearer, therefore there arose the idea in his + mind, and a hope also, that his commander would be one of the + first to visit him, if allowed. At any rate, captive as he was, he + determined not to give up his charge to any one but the Prefect + himself, or to some one authorised by the Prefect, in writing, to + receive the same. Thus he might be able, perhaps, to cause his + commander to visit him in person, an act he was earnestly desirous + of, since he hoped to gain his influence in his behalf, and more + especially in that of Neæra. Of her his mind was filled with fears + and imaginings which tortured him with sufferings of suspense too + deep to be described. He knew nothing of the time, whether it was + night <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page370">[pg 370]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg370"></a>or day, since he was + beneath ground; but he had been lying long awake when he heard a + key put into the door. To his joy his conjectures were realised by + the entrance of Sejanus. The Prefect was genuinely troubled at the + situation of his favourite officer, and drew from him a detailed + relation of what had occurred. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You were ill-advised in being so bold and desperate,’ said + Sejanus, shaking his head. ‘A calmer method would have been more + politic.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I think not, though I never stayed at the time to deliberate,’ + returned Martialis sternly. ‘Being too late to deliver her ere she + reached this accursed place, I knew that no escape but death + remained for her—therefore I gave her the means. But for a cunning + trick all had been successful, and you, Prefect, would now have + been lacking a Centurion and a few Pretorians.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph, it is better as it is, Martialis—we must have you free of + this place again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Preserve her, Prefect; I care little for myself if I am assured + of her safety. Do this for me, I adjure you; for I have spared + nothing in your service. Pray and entreat him, and if he be still + pitiless, do as I did, and find the means of providing her with a + secret weapon of freedom. She will bless you as I will—promise me, + Prefect, in mercy to her—to us both! The gods only know what agony + of mind is mine. The torture of thinking of the pure, sweet girl + in the power of those wretches above us—to imagine her shrinking + in their foul, pitiless hands—oh!’ The young man shook his + clenched fists and then buried his face in his hands. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His distress, and the poignant groan which closed his speech moved + his commander’s heart, albeit not over sensitive in such matters. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My best efforts shall not be wanting,’ he replied. ‘Think better + of it. It is early yet, but as soon as Caesar is stirring, I will + put this matter right, depend upon it—why, I cannot do without + thee.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis uttered his thanks, and, after some more questions in + connection with his mission to Rome, the Prefect buckled the + courier’s belt underneath his cloak and departed from the cell. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page371">[pg 371]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg371"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The weary time lagged on until the prisoner once more rose from + his recumbent position to greet his commander, who returned with a + grave look on his dark handsome face. Martialis beheld it with a + failing heart. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have done what I could, and have gone as far as I could, with + safety; but you have provoked him in no light fashion,’ said + Sejanus, shaking his head. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And she?’ cried the young man. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, as to her, you may rest easy. She is no longer in the + palace, but has been sent away to the household of Livia for safe + keeping.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thank heaven! And to you, thanks are all I am able to give for + your good offices,’ cried Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His voice choked—his lip trembled. The revulsion of feeling was + too much for his overstrung nature to bear, and tears stopped his + voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There is nothing due to me,’ said the Prefect; ‘the transfer was + already accomplished; but, being where she is, she shall not fail + of careful watching. The noble Livia, as you may have heard, + becomes my bride ere long.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I knew it not, but wish you every joy,’ said Martialis, yet + without warmth; for he could not help recalling to his thoughts + the Prefect’s divorced wife Apicata, who had been frivolously put + aside, no doubt to make way for his present betrothal. ‘It may be + I have only a few hours to live, but the sting of death is gone + since I know my Neæra is safe. Tell her, Prefect, that my last + thoughts were of her and for her.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Humph, Caesar is ruffled without doubt, but he does not make away + with my Pretorians so easily,’ said Sejanus, with a proud curl of + his lip; ‘you may leave your last will and bequest over for a + space yet.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is all in your hands, Prefect,’ returned the other. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sejanus retired, and Martialis was left once more alone with his + thoughts. They were tranquil and even buoyant to what they had + been, and he began to conjecture and weigh arguments in the + discussion of his own case. He had no craven fear of death, but, + at the same time, he was young and an ardent lover, and life had + gone pleasantly with him. It cost him a deep pang to think on what + might have been, and + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page372">[pg 372]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg372"></a>Neæra being out of + peril, his hold on the hope of liberty was strengthened in spite + of himself. He knew the stern relentless nature of Tiberius, but + he relied on the influence of the commander, who he was certain + would hazard much in his defence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So he ruminated and turned these things over and over in his mind, + wondering when he should again see the light of day. Zeno, with a + guard, paid him a visit to attend to his wants, and bring him a + fresh supply of provisions, but the worthy Greek was singularly + uncommunicative. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When they were gone the prisoner ate and drank more heartily than + he had hitherto done, and, lying down again, fell asleep. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He was awakened by a touch on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he + saw, to his extreme surprise, the Emperor himself standing by his + side. He started up and perceived they were alone together. His + heart beat quickly, and wild thoughts began to rise. There was the + tyrant defenceless before him—the cause, as he believed, of the + present situation of himself and Neæra,—an old man, whom he could + crush like a nutshell, delivered to his hand. Whilst his mind + flamed with this idea, his eye instinctively sought the door, to + ascertain whether it was closed upon them. Tiberius, meanwhile, + stood motionless before him. He read the young man’s passing + thoughts quite readily—not a motion or glance escaped him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We are alone, and it occurs to you that I am now in your power,’ + said he, with the utmost calmness; ‘I admit it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A flush arose to the cheek of Martialis. It needed no words of + Caesar to show him that he had little to gain from such a + desperate act, save a momentary satisfaction of savage revenge. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have been sorely tried,’ he replied, drawing a deep breath; ‘if + such an idea flashed into my mind it died on the instant—you need + have no fear.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I knew it,’ said Tiberius; ‘I love my Pretorians, and an officer + and youth of such prowess as you have proved yourself to possess, + is well worthy of the mature consideration of a ruler. The + circumstances of your case are so unusual that my interest has led + me to visit you personally.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis bowed his head. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page373">[pg 373]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg373"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One thing seems to demand forbearance, and that is your youth, + with its hot unreasoning blood. Without thought, scruple, or + calculation of a moment, you plunge headlong into my chamber, amid + my guests and servants, utterly regardless of everything, in + pursuit of your sweetheart, just as you would, doubtless, have + rushed into the midst of a band of Satyrs.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are right—I was excited to desperation—I would have followed + her anywhere—nor do I now repent,’ said the young man frankly; + ‘the welfare of my betrothed is more to me than life itself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius nodded gently, with a countenance as impassive as the + Sphinx. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I entreated your pardon, Caesar, for my rude intrusion into the + privacy of the Imperial chamber, and I humbly submit my fault once + more for your forbearance and forgiveness,’ added Martialis + quickly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was a fault which set at defiance all discipline, authority, + and respect. What then is the punishment? You, as a soldier, ought + to know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am well aware that my offence brings me within the extreme + punishment of all. Caesar is master of life and death.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is there any reason why the penalty should not be enforced?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am ready,’ said Martialis, calmly returning the gaze of the + Emperor. ‘But, as a soldier, who has ever done his duty, two + requests might be mercifully granted.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Name them.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That I suffer no dishonourable death, and that the maiden may be + returned to her people in safety and honour. Or, if these be too + much, grant, at least, the latter, and deal with me as you will as + regards the former.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have said that your headstrong youth claims an amount of + indulgence, and I grant both requests.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks from my heart.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your betrothed shall not be harmed—she is now in safe keeping. + There is the first condition settled.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then I am at peace.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And for the other, you shall name yourself the manner of your + death.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page374">[pg 374]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg374"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A single sword-thrust here,’ said the Centurion, laying his hand + over his heart. ‘I bear an old and honourable name.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius bent a long and searching gaze upon him, and then rising + to his feet, paced up and down the cell for some moments. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I love my Pretorians, and cannot bear to see them come to harm,’ + he muttered. The words reached the ears of Martialis, whose heart + throbbed with renewed hope which would not be denied. Then Caesar + returned to his seat and said, ‘The Prefect has spoken to me + concerning you—has he seen you here?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He came for the despatches I bore,’ answered the Centurion; ‘I + know he would speak favourably of me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He did so—you often act as his courier?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Very frequently.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I remember to have seen you before in that capacity.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have often had the honour of carrying important letters between + the Prefect and yourself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, you are favoured with his confidence. Do your missions ever + include any diplomatic or political business?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—I know nothing of either, and have no desire to learn. My + profession suffices to fill my entire attention.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good,’ said the Emperor approvingly; ‘you are a soldier, pure and + simple, as you ought to be. It is all the more pity you have + committed this fault.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He rose from his seat and walked the cell again. Martialis watched + him anxiously. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is strange that you, a man of noble blood, should stoop to a + girl of a base artisan,’ said Tiberius. ‘Do you say you are + betrothed, and meant to marry her?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I did,’ replied the other, with a little sternness; ‘you have + already passed your word for her safety, and that is sufficient + assurance: but I have reason to believe, Caesar, that she is not + the potter’s child.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have already heard that—it requires proof, however—give it me,’ + said Tiberius, with an incredulous smile curling his lip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot prove it,’ returned Martialis; ‘but at least I can tell + you all I know.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + And he accordingly related the slender facts committed to him the + previous night. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page375">[pg 375]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg375"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And this man, Cestus, whom she supposes to be her uncle—is he + still in Surrentum?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot tell. But his last words were, that he would hasten away + to Rome at once—I presume to reveal all to her relatives.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did he not say who these were?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I should have said relative,’ replied Martialis; ‘according to + his tale there is only one remaining—her grandfather, Fabricius, + who lives on the Janiculum.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fabricius of the Janiculum,’ repeated Tiberius, tapping his + forehead; ‘Fabricius belongs to other days, but if I am not + mistaken, his heir is fully with the times. Is he not the worthy + Domitius Afer, the bosom friend of the Prefect?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis was confused and silent, for he saw he had unwittingly + betrayed what Cestus had particularly enjoined him to keep secret. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If this is so, then the tale certainly grows in interest,’ + continued Tiberius, with a dark twinke of his eyes; ‘it lends it + more substance and probability.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I made a breach of trust in causing the name of Afer to be + revealed,’ said Martialis anxiously; ‘were he to know, it might + prove a risk to her.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be at peace, Centurion—I have such sympathy with the knight, that + I could ill bear the matter to be interrupted for his sake.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Caesar smiled grimly, and then his brows knitted in deep thought. + He remained thus for some minutes without speaking. The young + man’s heart throbbed fast, and it needed a great effort to retain + an outward appearance of composure. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Centurion,’ said Tiberius, at length raising his head from his + breast, ‘I love my Pretorians, and to deal hardly with them pains + my heart. I have pondered on your case, and find much in excuse of + your conduct—the inconsiderate rashness and haste of your youth, + and the overwrought state of your feelings, which was only to be + expected. I will not say I pardon you, but I will give you a + chance of redeeming your liberty.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion faltered out his thanks from a heart overflowing + with joy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Anything that may be honestly undertaken I will strain + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page376">[pg 376]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg376"></a>body and mind to + accomplish, and prove my sense of your clemency,’ he said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will find it to your taste, Centurion,’ said Tiberius, + speaking with a polished affability which proved irresistible to + his astonished prisoner. ‘I propose that you busy yourself in + establishing the identity of your betrothed with the granddaughter + of Fabricius of the Janiculum. The fate of your endeavours will + determine your own.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Dumfounded with excess of wonder and joy, Martialis was speechless + for a few moments. It seemed too good to be true, and he gazed in + Caesar’s face with a lurking suspicion that, perhaps, he was, + after all, the object of a bitter joke. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you accept?’ asked Tiberius, smiling. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, if I were sure you do not jest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Should you fail in proving your point you will eventually find it + no jest.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It shall not be for the want of a trial—but how am I to commence, + and when?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Proceed on your task in the manner you think best; you shall be + set at liberty to-night. Since you are so swift and faithful a + courier, I will also entrust something of my own to your care. It + will, therefore, be necessary for you + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr376"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">to proceed</span> to Rome direct. I do + not choose it to be known that I have broken the law, which + demands that you should be punished—it would be impolitic. It is, + therefore, necessary that you depart in absolute secrecy. That + will be arranged for you. At nightfall you will be removed to the + villa Neptune, whither I am about to start within an hour. I will, + again, see you there, and, till then, breathe not a word, or your + hope will be cut off at once—nay, you must even continue to appear + the downcast prisoner whose hours are numbered.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will attend to the very letter of your instructions—Caesar will + never be better served,’ replied the Pretorian; ‘I only wish you + gave me a better opportunity to prove my gratitude.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are hasty—you have nothing but the tale of an idle vagabond + to rely on. If I were in your place, I should have preferred the + chance of facing a cohort single-handed. You know the + terms—consider them in the interval.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So saying Tiberius left the cell, and Martialis flung himself on + the bed to think on what had passed. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page377">[pg 377]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg377"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Was this the cruel Tiberius? It was hardly to be realised! It was + so extraordinary that his heart failed, as the sickening thought + crept into his mind that he was the victim of refined cruelty. His + senses were on the alert, with an expectation which was positive + pain. If Caesar were as good as his word, he would be breathing + the pure air of heaven in a few hours. The thought filled him with + the glowing warmth and comfort of wine. On Cestus everything + depended. Had he left for Rome? Should he meet him at the house of + Fabricius? Had he the proofs, as he asserted, and would they be + conclusive and satisfactory to the old man? Was she really + anything but the simple girl he had always known her? The potter’s + wife said she never had a child of her own. Her beauty seemed + never to spring from such lowly parents. She bore no resemblance + to them, and her lofty courage was such as comes with the proud + blood of ancient ancestry. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thus, with a multitude of thoughts vivid and wild, presumptive, + yet inconclusive, he waited and burned for the hour of his + deliverance. It came, at last, in the person of Zeno and half a + dozen Pretorians. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Centurion played his part well, and asked various questions as + to his destination and fate; but, when they produced bonds to + fasten him, he drew back. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—not those,’ said he proudly; ‘I will go with you, comrades, + without giving you the trouble of a knot or a buckle.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They assented, and presently all left the cell and marched down to + the Marina. Here they took boat, and were rowed to the north-west + side of the island, where the villa Neptune stood. Ascending the + cliffs by a narrow flight of steps cut in the rock, they reached + the level ground above and entered the villa. Martialis was + conducted to a cell beneath ground, and very similar to the one he + had left, save that it was somewhat larger. Wine and food was + brought him, and he proceeded at once to make a hearty meal. The + fresh air had invigorated him, and dispelled, in a great measure, + the vapours with which his drugged drink had filled him. Moreover, + it was dusk by the time they had entered the villa, and he + expected and hoped to encounter a night’s toil. He had just + finished eating when the key rattled in the lock, and Caesar + entered. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page378">[pg 378]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg378"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you eaten well, for you have a long journey before you?’ + asked Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am ready,’ replied Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then listen! On your own concern, proceed as you think best, but + first of all you must carry and deliver a letter for me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will ride without a single stop.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wait until you hear, for this business must be carried out in a + different manner, else I had not brought you here. It is + necessary, for the reasons already given, that your absence be not + known to any one. Whilst you are leagues away, the guard will + still be stationed at the upper end of the corridor, under the + belief that you are a prisoner. Provisions will still be supplied, + and all details will go on, in order that no suspicion may be + aroused. I, myself, and the Prefect are journeying down the coast, + southward, for a few days, so that no one will interfere—you + comprehend fully?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Quite.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘This letter you must deliver at the earliest,’ said the Emperor, + drawing a small packet from his bosom. ‘Never rest until you have + placed it with your own hands in those of the lady to whom it is + addressed. Guard it and care for it as your own life. I never + wrote a more important and weighty despatch. You see, I place + implicit faith in you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will have no occasion to repent your faith,’ replied + Martialis, who now began to perceive that something more than + personal interest in himself was answerable for his ruler’s + clemency and strange proceeding. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That I fully expect,’ said Tiberius, ‘and, as your absence from + confinement is not to be revealed here, it follows, naturally, + that your presence must not be known in the city. Were it known + there it would speedily be known here. For that end, therefore, + you must not stir abroad in the city in daylight. That is all. It + is simple. You will deliver the packet promptly at the first + nightfall possible. The second night after that you will go and + receive an answer and return straightway. The mean time you may + use for your own concern; but I forbid you to run any risk of + betraying your presence.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Emperor clapped his hands and Zeno entered. He + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page379">[pg 379]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg379"></a>bore an armful of + clothing, and proceeded to disguise the outward appearance of the + Centurion. The cuirass, high boots, and all vestiges of the + military profession, were exchanged for the loose garments of a + trader, in the breast of which the nimble-fingered Greek adroitly + concealed and secured the secret missive of his master. To + complete all, a wig was drawn over the close, curling locks of the + Centurion, which more than all effected a transformation in the + young man’s appearance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘’Twill not blind every one, unless the Centurion can manage to + alter his speech and bearing to suit,’ said Zeno. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It will serve his purpose sufficiently well. Let him never speak + until compelled,’ said Tiberius. ‘Now you may start, Centurion. + Here in writing is the name and place required for the delivery of + the letter. Keep it in your pouch, and do not preserve it longer + than necessary. Here is money, also, without which you cannot + move. Do not spare it. Go now and be secret. Zeno will conduct + you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tiberius nodded, and, Martialis turning round, saw, to his + astonishment a narrow opening in the cell wall opposite to the + door, and beside it Zeno standing smiling, with a lantern in his + hand, ready to conduct him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It leads to the grotto beneath, and so avoids busy eyes above,’ + said the Emperor. ‘<span + class="tei tei-foreign" + lang="la" + xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Vale.</span></span + >’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward went through the secret opening, and Martialis + followed down a narrow subterranean way for a considerable + distance. The descent was continuous, and in some places by means + of broad shallow steps. A door closed the exit, and when Zeno + opened it he gave the key to his companion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You must return to Capreae by no other way than this. On the + upper door you will find a small knob on the left hand side; press + it and you will be able to enter your cell again.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Then desiring him to stand still lest he should fall into the + water, the steward lit a torch, with which he had provided + himself, and Martialis perceived they were in the largest of those + wonderful caverns or grottoes which exist in various places in the + island, along the foot of the sea-washed cliffs. As one of the + wonders of the island he had been in it before, though, of course, + entering from the sea; and had seen with delight + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page380">[pg 380]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg380"></a>and wonder the dazzling + effects of the blue refraction of the light in daytime, and the + lovely silvery colour which the deep water lent to every object + immersed therein. The torch of Zeno gave sufficient light by which + to unmoor a light skiff which floated beside the little + landing-place on which they stood. The red glare fell on the + still, dark, deep water, but failed to pierce to the lofty roof, + or yet to the full circuit of the cavern, which nature had + curiously domed out of the rock. The Centurion got into the boat + and Zeno gave him the torch, advising him, at the same time, to be + careful to provide himself with another on his return as well as + the means of lighting it. He pushed off the shallop, and the + impetus was sufficient to bring it to the outlet of the cavern. + This was an orifice of small dimensions, and so low that it did + not admit of even a sitting posture in the boat. Guiding his skiff + therein, Martialis threw his torch into the water and uttered a + farewell which rolled in hollow echoes through the cavern. Then he + lay down at full length in the boat, and giving a vigorous shove, + swept out into the open moonlit sea without. + </p> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 5em; margin-top: 5em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page381">[pg 381]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg381"></a> <a id="toc78"></a + ><a id="pdf79"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + margin-top: 3.46em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">PART III.</span> + </h1> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page382">[pg 382]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg382"></a> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page383">[pg 383]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg383"></a> <a id="toc80"></a + ><a id="pdf81"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER I.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Though Quintus Fabricius had long since withdrawn from public + life, and spent his days mainly in the library of his mansion, he + was not altogether so secluded in his habits, as to entirely + forego the society of two or three ancient friends and colleagues + of the busy days of politics gone by. From supper at the house of + one of these, he returned one evening at an early old-fashioned + hour, and upon entering his own hall, was met by Natta, his + ancient steward, who informed him, that a man who had travelled + for days to see him, was now awaiting him on some pressing + business. Fabricius, thinking, perhaps, it was some affair + connected with some distant estate, desired the visitor to be + brought, and, entering his favourite library, sat down before the + fire, being still deep in the thoughts of a literary discussion + which had raged over the supper-table. In a few moments Natta + ushered in Cestus. He looked pale and worn; his brows wore an + anxious wrinkle, and his glance was uneasy and restless. It was + now the fourth evening following that on which Martialis had + quitted him in the despoiled dwelling of Masthlion. The wind + blowing fair, and promising a speedy voyage, he had embarked on a + trader bound for Ostia, but contrary to expectation the passage + proved long and tedious, owing to the wind falling light and + baffling. On reaching port, with a mind overwrought with + impatience, he posted along without stop, until he reached the + mansion on the Janiculum. It was not without an amount of distrust + he appeared before the old ex-senator. It was no pricking of + conscience for the wrong he had done him, but purely fear, lest he + might be recognised in connection with the part he had played in + that self-same room, at no great distance of time back, when he + had <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page384">[pg 384]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg384"></a>acted the part of a + murderous decoy. He trusted, however, to his changed appearance, + which he had ever maintained, and, at the worst, was confident + that he had the power to make almost his own terms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He met the scrutiny of Fabricius, therefore, with his accustomed + boldness, and when, after a lengthened survey, the old man + motioned him forward and asked his business, he felt relieved with + the assurance that he was not recognised. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have come a long way from the south—I have been travelling for + days to see you,’ said he; ‘that means important business, noble + Fabricius, and I must ask you to hear it alone with me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Natta was deaf to the hint and moved not from his post behind; + nor did his master give him any sign to do so. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My steward has my confidence in everything—go on!’ said + Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You will pardon me, but before a third person I cannot speak; nor + would you suffer another to be present if you knew what I had to + say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then leave it unsaid!’ replied the old man testily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus drew near him and said in a low tone, + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did you not receive a letter, not long ago, containing a piece of + ribbon?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius started and fixed an intent look on the Suburan. His + breast heaved with a sudden emotion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, what of it?’ he said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You did receive it, then?’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius nodded hastily. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then I am the bearer of a further message from him who wrote that + letter and sent that ribbon—and see, here is my warrant!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus drew from his breast the remaining portion of the faded + ribbon from which he had cut the former piece enclosed to + Fabricius. When the eyes of the latter fell on it, his frame + trembled with an agitation he could not hide. He motioned Natta to + depart, and when the door was closed, he unlocked a cabinet, and + took therefrom the tablets he had received, with the ribbon in + question. His eye had told him, at a glance, that the two portions + were of the self-same fabric; but, partly + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page385">[pg 385]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg385"></a>to hide his feelings, + and because he felt he could scarcely trust his voice, he + nervously went on fitting the severed ends together. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You see that all is right—that one piece has been cut from the + other,’ said Cestus at length. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Who are you, and what do you know of this?’ asked Fabricius, in a + voice which palpably trembled. ‘Something in your face or tone + seems familiar to me.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot say whether I resemble any one you know, noble sir,’ + replied the Suburan, with + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="fr" xml:lang="fr" + ><span style="font-style: italic">sang froid</span></span + >; ‘but, touching the ribbon, it was sent because it is of an + uncommon pattern; for which reason it was also thought you might + remember and recognise it, as having been worn by the child, your + granddaughter, long ago.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I could not remember it; but when it came, like a message from + the dead, I searched among the little garments and clothing in the + child’s room, which remains undisturbed as when she left it, and + there I found some more of the same pattern. How came you by it? + Tell me quickly what you know; and yet most likely it is nothing + but another befooling—another deception of a foolish, fond, old + man!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know well enough you have been fooled many times, but I know + just as well, that you never had a proof like this—something to + see and touch—something that fits into its proper place, in this + affair, without any denial. This is different to the tales and + tricks which have been specially made to draw money from your + coffers. The girl is alive and well, and I have other proofs, + better than this, to show and tell you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Man—man! if money be your object, you are labouring in vain,’ + said Fabricius, feebly endeavouring to appear firm and resolute; + ‘I have spent my last coin in the folly, and now when extreme age + is beginning to lay its hold on me, I have at last learnt my + lesson from experience. In no great time now I shall be with my + fathers—there will be an end of my sorrows—for that I can now + wait. If you are bent on extortion and falsehood your opportunity + is gone. Nay more, I will put an end to such deception, and claim + the help of justice—so take care!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is a pity you never did so before,’ said Cestus. ‘Had + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page386">[pg 386]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg386"></a>you done so, you might + possibly have learnt something which would have saved you no end + of bother, disappointment, and money. However, all that you shall + learn presently. I have something to ask of you, it is true; but I + ask it on condition that you fulfil your promise, only, when you + are fully satisfied and claim your grandchild. You see how certain + I must be when I can offer such terms.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is it you ask?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That you give me your solemn promise, to allow me to go unharmed + by you or any one else, and that, in consideration of my services, + you will reward me with what you consider a fair return—the amount + I leave to your own liberality.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why do you wish me to guarantee to keep you safe and unharmed? + What necessity for this, when your action would be kind and + merciful in the highest degree?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Because, when you hear the history of the whole affair, it is + possible my part in it may not please you,’ said the Suburan + coolly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If you have wronged her or me you shall be punished, and + everything shall be wrung from you, as you deserve, without + guarantee or reward.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then, in that case, I will go no further; and you shall never see + or hear of your missing grandchild again, simply for the reason, + that I, alone, know who and where she is, and I, alone, hold the + proofs of the same. I desire to serve myself as well as you; but, + at the same time, I will not thrust myself into danger on that + account. Without your promise in writing I will say nothing, + except this, that she was safe and well until four days ago, when + something occurred which has put her in some danger—you must + understand she has grown up tall and comely. I have, therefore, + come at much cost and fatigue, in mercy to you and her. Her + situation at present is not to be envied, and the sooner we come + to terms and see to her welfare the better.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I must know more than this—this is only a tale like others I have + heard, save, that it is, perhaps, more ingenious and plausible,’ + said Fabricius, in a great tremor. ‘Give me more proofs—show me + that I may place faith in you, and you will find that I shall not + be behindhand with you in anything that is fair and reasonable.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page387">[pg 387]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg387"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus knit his brows and mused a little. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I thought it would have been enough for any man to see I was no + impostor,’ he said at length, pointing at the ribbons; ‘the child + wore those when she was taken away from here—is it not enough?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No!’ answered Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To give me such a paper will not in any way commit you, + Fabricius; for, in it, you will not undertake to fulfil your + promise, till you are satisfied that I have done my part in the + business.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will do nothing without further assurance that I am not trifled + with—let that end it!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Very well, then, in consideration for the young girl, for whom I + have a regard, I will give way a point from what I had determined, + in order that she may not be sacrificed—otherwise your + stubbornness would ruin all. If I were to bring you the clothes + she wore when you lost her, even to an amulet, would you then give + me the writing?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, if they satisfied me as being hers.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Would you know them?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I would know the amulet.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good—then I will bring them!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you not them with you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No; but they are not far away,’ said Cestus, with a cunning grin. + ‘I am not in the habit of surrendering myself so completely; but + now, with the assurance of your promise, I will do what I had no + intention of doing. You may send your slaves along with me if you + wish.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go alone. If you do not return I shall know that one more attempt + on my credulity has failed.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A few minutes will set your doubts at rest,’ replied Cestus, and + he left the room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + As soon as he was gone, the patrician poured out some wine, with a + trembling hand, and drank it to brace his aged frame against the + nervous tremor which possessed it. His agitation would not allow + him to rest, so he wandered up and down the apartment. Once or + twice he listened at the door which stood ajar, and, whilst doing + so, heard the sound of returning steps. It was his visitor + returning with Natta at his side. Both entered as before, but the + suspicious steward + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page388">[pg 388]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg388"></a>again received the sign + to withdraw. Cestus advanced to the table, beside which Fabricius + has reseated himself, and laid thereon a bundle, carefully wrapped + up and tied. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘These are the traps,’ he said, and proceeded to open the parcel. + Taking out the tiny garments of a child he displayed them on the + table. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old man, with a strange inarticulate cry, seized them in his + hands, and examined them with a devouring eagerness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘See!’ said Cestus, laying his broad finger-tip against an + embroidered mark on one of the little linen underclothes, ‘here is + a mark of ownership, I take it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, yes! But the amulet!’ cried Fabricius feverishly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here ’tis,’ replied the Suburan, drawing from his bosom a little + soft leather bag, having a fine steel chain attached. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His companion pounced on it, and plucked out a small agate, carved + into the shape of an open hand, bearing a curious symbol cut into + the palm. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He gazed on it for a few moments, with his wrinkled face + twitching. Then he pressed it convulsively to his lips, and, + sinking his head, buried his face in the child’s garments on the + table, huddling them up against his silvery hairs with both arms. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus, anxious and impatient as he was, forbore to break the + silence. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At length Fabricius raised his head and spoke in a broken voice, + ‘I am an old man and you must excuse my weakness, friend—the sight + of these trifles tries me hard.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Drink!’ said Cestus, filling a cup; ‘there is nothing like good + wine to cheer one. Forget what has passed and think on the good + time that is coming to wipe it out.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks!’ answered Fabricius, taking the cup with an unsteady + hand. ‘Fill yourself also a draught,’ which invitation Cestus + obeyed, nothing loth. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Here’s to the speedy restoration of your little maid,’ he said, + and bottomed the cup. ‘Now, as you are satisfied that these + trifles are really genuine, and that I am not deceiving you, I + must ask you to write me that little document; after which, you + shall know the whole story, which will contain certain items which + will astonish you without doubt.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page389">[pg 389]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg389"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius reached his writing materials and wrote, slowly and + painfully, a brief undertaking, by which the personal safety of + Cestus would be assured, and his efforts suitably rewarded, upon + the satisfactory restoration of his grandchild. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus perused the document, and, finding it satisfactory, put it + away carefully in his breast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Thanks! thanks! I value, and rely upon your word equally; but + then I may fall into other hands, in which case this paper might + be useful. I will commence and tell you from the beginning, and + you may brace yourself up to hear something which will startle + you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He poured out and drank some more wine, and then began his + declaration. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Your little maid was stolen from your own porch, here on the + Janiculum, fifteen years ago, all but three months and three + days—if you have the day marked, consult it, and you will find I + am right.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Giving a start of surprise, Fabricius began to count with the + fingers of one hand on the table, to assist a mental calculation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are right, without doubt,’ he said finally; ‘how come you to + know this?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘None so well as I,’ returned the other, ‘you shall learn.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He then related the manner in which the child had been enticed and + snapped away from the porch of the house, the various places she + had been hidden away, until her final removal to Surrentum. The + extreme minuteness of the narrative was too extraordinary not to + impress his listener’s mind with an inward conviction of its + truth, but, as our reader is already acquainted with its tenor, it + need not be recapitulated here. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, noble Fabricius, Surrentum is full of potters,’ said Cestus, + concluding, ‘and with one of them, called Masthlion, and his wife + Tibia, was finally lodged your little maid; and, with them, a + childless pair, she has grown up well cared for and tended, as I + know well. She thinks herself their child to this hour, and it is + time you took her to your own nest. Her poor feathers cannot hide + her breed. She is known by the name of Neæra.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius sat looking at the Suburan with the torture of + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page390">[pg 390]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg390"></a>his mind imprinted on + his pale face. ‘Why do the gods permit such cruel deeds?’ said he; + ‘for what reason was this wickedness perpetrated?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Money,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Money!’ echoed Fabricius, leaping to his feet in horror; ‘was she + sold, then, for a slave?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not at all,’ replied the Suburan quietly; ‘cannot you understand? + Money has been at the bottom of it all. You have an enormous + amount of it, and the child was in some one’s way. Once out of it, + and then who comes next? Why your loving nephew, Afer—now do you + see?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Fellow, what do you mean? Do you dare to cast even so much as a + doubt upon the honesty of a knight—a relative of mine?—take care!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘More than that, your honour, I say it was no other, and through + no other, than your nephew, T. Domitius Afer, that your child was + kidnapped.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Fellow!’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is true enough. He wanted her out of the way so that he might + be your heir. For that end he hired a certain individual, now + alive, for a comfortable sum to put her aside, so that she might + never more be heard of.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I’ll not believe it,’ cried the old patrician hoarsely; ‘it must + be proved—where is that wretch whom you say he hired?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What would you do with him supposing I brought him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Were I forty years younger I would tear him limb from limb with + my own hands—but now nothing remains to me but the justice of the + law.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neither the one nor the other, although he is within your reach + at this moment, for I am the man who was employed by your sweet + nephew—I am the man who took away your child!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius stood dumfounded for a moment, and his jaw fell. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Then the blood rushed to his face; his eyes flamed with terrible + wrath, and, with a stride, he confronted Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Dog!’ he shouted hoarsely, as he clutched the Suburan with a + grasp which was inspired with the vigour of youth. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + But Cestus, in no way disconcerted, calmly pulled out the written + guarantee from his bosom and held it up. The old + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page391">[pg 391]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg391"></a>man eyed it, + hesitatingly, for a brief moment; then dropped his hands and + tottered back to his chair, wherein he sank with a groan. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have just cause for anger, and I admit it,’ said Cestus, in a + lower and more respectful tone; ‘but you cannot now move without + me, and I will do all I can to make amends. After all I am not so + much to blame as your nephew. At that time I was an idle + vagabond—you see I don’t attempt to hide myself—dwelling in the + Subura, and your loving nephew, Titus Afer, tempted me with a + handsome sum to do this thing. Only, mark you—I was to put the + child clean out of the way—that is to say, I was to strangle her, + drown her, kill her in the best and quietest way + possible.’—Fabricius hid his face in his hands.—‘That was what I + was paid to do, and, if I had done that, the job would have served + his turn most effectually, as he intended, and you would never + have been the wiser, perhaps. But bad as I was, there was left yet + a soft spot in my heart, and to that is owing the life of the + little maid. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her; and, moreover, + what did I know but what she might be useful to me in the future. + It turns out now that I was wise. A dead child is of no use to any + one, but a living one is—vastly so at the present time. You will, + therefore, see that I had to deceive your worshipful nephew. He + thinks she is dead, as I told him she was, and all his pretended + help in searching for her was nothing but a blind. Your money + went, most of it, into his own pocket—and a comfortable income it + was.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius was overwhelmed. He rose unsteadily to his feet, and his + face was ashen pale. Such terrible deception was scarcely credible + to his trustful nature, and yet the evidence seemed too weighty to + be easily explained away. Its great perfectness of detail, the + unhesitating business-like manner of its delivery—above all, the + clothes and amulet—were beyond doubt. Yet he eyed the man before + him with unconcealed distrust, contempt, and indignation, to + which, however, the Suburan was utterly indifferent. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Tell me what reasons have impelled you to come to me now and + confess all this villainy,’ said Fabricius, in hollow tones. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page392">[pg 392]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg392"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Because I am sorry for what I did, and wish to make some amends,’ + replied Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And for this penitence you require to be paid,’ rejoined the + other, with withering scorn; ‘by your own showing you have made + terms for committing a desperate sin, and have probably extorted + every sesterce possible in that direction; now you betray your + accomplice, and come to extort more from me, under a mask of + righteousness.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have told you nothing but the truth, and you may twist it as + you like,’ replied Cestus, unmoved; ‘bear in mind, but for me, + there would have been no child at all to welcome back.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have only your word for that, so far.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The terms made are not to be carried out, on your side, until you + are satisfied with your bargain. That is enough to show, of + itself, that I am in earnest. I must live, and to your own + generosity I leave the payment. But it is not altogether that for + which I am here. Your nephew, the worshipful knight, has dealt + very scurvily with me, after his nature. He is a hundred times + more rascal than myself—a mean, cowardly dog, knight as he is. I + have two surprises in store for him—one, when he is confronted + with the girl he paid me to kill, and the other, when his eyes + fall on me, whom he struck down one night, not long since, in the + streets, and left for dead. He thought, when he did that, his + secret was for ever safe. But I was picked up with a hole in my + side, and so well tended in a house I can take you to, that, after + a hard fight of it, I came round. I bethought me of the girl I had + left in Surrentum, and I stole away to see how she fared, and to + pick up strength. I have been living for weeks, waiting and + watching in my sister’s house; for it was my sister, and her + husband, the potter, who took her from me. They have loved her + like their own child, and she treats them as her parents, for she + knows nothing to the contrary. Watch well your nephew, therefore, + when he first sets eyes on me—if his conscience don’t visibly + trouble him it will be strange. But there is more yet to be told + you, and we are wasting time. When I came away, matters in my + sister’s house were in a bad state. Masthlion had gone to Capreae, + to show Caesar some new kind of glass he had discovered. He was a + fool <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page393">[pg 393]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg393"></a>and it cost him his + life; for he found the bloody tyrant in the humour to reward him + with a bed at the bottom of the sea. And more than that, a gang of + slaves, from the palace, I suppose, arrived after dark, and sacked + the house, and took off the girl back with them. You must + understand she has uncommon good looks, and is good prey for this + island, which is no place for her. Now you know what reason there + is for haste to protect her. I could do nothing; but you are a + patrician and powerful, and to you Caesar will listen.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Alas, you told me she was alive and well, and now you say + Tiberius has carried her off to his island—is this your good + news?’ cried Fabricius, wringing his hands. ‘Better indeed dead, I + should say, than left to the mercy of that debauched old man! Four + days since you left, and as long for me to go thither, what hope + is there? Why did you not bring her away at once? Here, in this + house, the house from which you say you took her, you might have + proved your words, or damned yourself for ever. You bid me hope, + and then dash hope away. Alive—ay, but if alive, most likely in a + living death—Oh!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay a moment,’ said Cestus soothingly, ‘the danger is great; but + yet I have hope. I have not told you that the maid has caught the + eye of a youth, and they are betrothed. I had a suspicion that + something ill was brewing to the girl, and they will bear witness + that I did my utmost to persuade them to come to Rome at once, + where she might be in safety; but they flatly refused to move + until the potter came back from the island. He never did come + back, but in his place came the slaves, who tore the girl away. + But soon after they had gone, arrived the youth who has fallen in + love with her. He is a centurion, and was posting from Rome to the + island with despatches, and him I told who she was, and bade him + warn Caesar not to harm her—I said I would go straight and bring + you, and now the matter rests with yourself.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And the name of the youth you say is betrothed to her?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is a centurion of the Pretorian Guard, and his name is + Martialis.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What?’ shouted Fabricius, ‘am I living in a dream the gods have + woven round me? Martialis, did you say—Lucius Martialis, a + Pretorian—tall above the common?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page394">[pg 394]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg394"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The same—he seemed to know you when I spoke your name, and said + you had lost a child.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Oh, wonder of heaven—the man of all I would have chosen—the son + of my old playmate! Alas, alas, the more you say, the more unhappy + and hopeless the case! Do you not know that the young man has been + flung into a dungeon, awaiting perhaps his death?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘By Pluto, no—how could I?’ cried Cestus, aghast. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is here, in a letter received this morning from my nephew,’ + replied Fabricius, taking an epistle from a drawer and glancing + down its contents. ‘Listen!’ + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >—‘By the way, the Centurion Martialis, for whom you took such a + sudden fancy, has fallen into disgrace and one of the palace + dungeons, for bearding Caesar in his own hall, in pursuit of a + wench, a sweetheart of his, who had been brought off to the + island, I believe, by force. Of course it means death in some + shape or other.’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The face of Cestus grew dark and sullen as a thundercloud, and he + folded his arms across his chest without a word. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is to be done?’ said Fabricius, the extremity of distress + breaking down the repugnance and indignation with which he + regarded his companion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The luck seems against us,’ answered the Suburan bitterly; ‘he + must have played the rash fool. At any rate, your letter shows + that I am to be believed when I make you a statement. All we can + do is to get there as fast as we can and make the best of a bad + job. In whatever plight the girl may be, I can prove who she is, + and you can have your fling at your dutiful + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr394"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">nephew.’</span> + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A poor consolation,’ muttered Fabricius; ‘but I cannot rest until + I fathom this strange story; were it for nothing but the sake of + this unfortunate Martialis I would seek admittance to Caesar, who + is not unknown to me personally. We will start before dawn—you + will remain here in the house until then.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have no wish to go elsewhere, if I may have some supper and a + bed, for I am tired out.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius called Natta and handed over the Suburan to his care, + but not before the articles on the table were once more made up + and locked away. Later on the steward appeared to make his report, + and was instructed to be careful not to allow + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page395">[pg 395]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg395"></a>the visitor to slip away + from the house. When, however, he was further ordered to have + everything in readiness for a long and rapid journey southward, + Natta, with the license of an old servant, began to expostulate. + Not daring to give him any reasons, his master cut him short very + peremptorily and dismissed him. The offended official had scarcely + been gone a minute before he returned, and handed a letter to his + master, with an air of injured dignity. Fabricius broke the sealed + thread which bound it, and read inside the following:— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-top: 1.8em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + margin-left: 3.6em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘From L. Martialis.—I have just arrived. Come to me at once, if + possible, for your sake and mine and another’s. The bearer will + conduct you. Erase this at once.’</span + > + </div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My litter immediately—I go with the bearer of this,’ cried + Fabricius with sudden energy. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward prepared to open his mouth once more, but an angry + stamp of his master’s foot, and a flash of his eye stopped him—he + hurried away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius flung the tablets into the fire and sank trembling on to + his knees. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page396">[pg 396]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg396"></a> <a id="toc82"></a + ><a id="pdf83"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + margin-top: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER II.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius got into his curtained litter, and the youth, who was + the bearer of the summons, led the way across the Tiber to a + tavern under Mount Aventine, in the heart of the wharves and + warehouses, of the teeming haunts of sailors, and the thousands + whose livelihood depended on the ships and commerce which crowded + the quays of the busy river. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Here, in an upper room, the old man was brought into the presence + of one whom he did not recognise; but when the stranger removed a + peruke, and reared himself upright, as Martialis, he hastened to + embrace him with a glad cry. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It will be needless to recount what passed between them during the + two hours they remained together; or to portray the emotion of + Fabricius, already much tried. He perceived that the narrative of + the Centurion was substantially the same as that he had heard from + Cestus, so far as regarded Neæra; and when he had exhausted his + fond ingenuity of inquiry, he put his hand into his bosom and + solemnly drew out an article, which he placed in the hand of his + companion. It was an intaglio on cornelian, the likeness of a + woman’s face, graved with an exquisite art unapproached in modern + times. When Martialis saw it he started in surprise. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is there a resemblance?—you start!’ cried Fabricius breathlessly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So great, that I seem to trace Neæra herself in the face,’ + replied the young man; ‘and yet it cannot be herself—who, then?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius was so overcome with extreme joy that he could not reply + for some moments. At last, in tremulous tones, he + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page397">[pg 397]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg397"></a>said, ‘It is her + mother’s picture—done before her marriage—not long before. If she + be like this, then I shall know the child, and so get my own + again. O boy, what a strange working of the gods is here! That I + should lose my little maid, and, after long years, you, the son of + my old friend, should love her all unknowingly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nay, Fabricius, there is nothing strange in my loving her,’ + returned Martialis; ‘it was only wonderful that I should have met + her, of all women—having seen her and spoken to her, the rest + followed infallibly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old man smiled, and rose to go. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It grows late—to-morrow I will start for Surrentum. I cannot + travel as rapidly as yourself, my Lucius, and, by the time you + reach Capreae, I shall have done no more than to have arrived at + my journey’s end, though with two days’ start.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Farewell! Let not Cestus nor any one know of my presence,’ said + the Centurion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius went away home, and on the morrow, though later than he + had given orders for, he set out on the southern road, with + Cestus, Natta, and a retinue of slaves. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis, at the end of the second tedious day, went to receive + the answer to Caesar’s epistle, and, after securing it carefully, + set out also on his return. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + On the second morning following this, about dawn, Zeno entered his + cell in the villa Neptune, and found him lying fast asleep on his + bed. He went away at once and reported the same to the Emperor, + who himself proceeded with little delay to visit the returned + prisoner. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When he entered, the latter was still asleep, and received a shake + on the shoulder from the Imperial hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So, you have returned,’ said Tiberius, as Martialis leapt to his + feet and saluted; ‘the letter.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Martialis ripped the cloth of his inner garment and took out the + despatch. Caesar stepped aside and broke the seal, and ran his eye + briefly over the contents. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good!’ he said, with a brightened eye, as he rolled up the paper; + ‘have you succeeded in keeping yourself unrecognised?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Perfectly well, Caesar, for anything I know to the contrary,’ + replied Martialis. ‘I entered and came away from the city + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page398">[pg 398]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg398"></a>at nightfall, and lodged + near the Porta Navalis, where there was small chance of + recognition—especially in my disguise.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A savoury part to be lodged in, and, as you say, not often liable + to the visits of your comrades from the opposite side of the city. + You have carried out my commission perfectly well—what of your own + business?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please you, Caesar, there is little doubt as to the identity + of my betrothed. It can be satisfactorily proved that she is the + grandchild of Fabricius, stolen from him when she was but a + child.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So much the better for you in every way—how do you propose to + prove it?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As soon as you wish. Fabricius has left Rome, and should be in + Surrentum ere now, with those who can give testimony.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And does that testimony still incriminate the worthy nephew?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘It does.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah!’ said Tiberius, with grim irony, ‘I am more and more + interested. I will send for the aged Fabricius and his friends, + and administer this matter myself. Where in the town is the old + man to be found?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is to be found, or to be heard of, at the villa of his friend + Asinius, whom he proposed to visit.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I foresee an interesting scene—no time must be lost,’ said + Tiberius, turning to the door. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And my betrothed, Caesar—is she well?’ said the lover. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘For aught I know—they had my orders to tend her well. They would + scarcely disobey.’ + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page399">[pg 399]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg399"></a> <a id="toc84"></a + ><a id="pdf85"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER III.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The following day had been fixed by Tiberius for the formal + betrothal of his daughter-in-law Livia to the Prefect; and with + the intention of dining and passing the night at the villa + Neptune, so as to be in readiness for the ceremony, the Imperial + lady set out thitherwards, from her own palace, attended by a + numerous retinue. A special command had been received to include + the unhappy Neæra among the latter. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The past few days had wrought a change in her appearance. Her form + had wasted, and her face was thin and wan with excess of mental + affliction. Much as Martialis had suffered, she was even more + overwhelmed at the agonising sight of her lover and protector torn + away by the soldiers, to what, she concluded, would be an + ignominious punishment, or perhaps death. After a sleepless night + of horror, she was transferred to the dwelling of Livia, where she + was well cared for. This important lady was verging toward middle + age; was of somewhat masculine appearance, and as haughty and full + of ambition as her intended husband. But, being duly acquainted + with Neæra’s story, even her proud nature could not help unbending + with pity. The girl’s beauty also impressed her, and she placed + her in attendance on herself, and caused her to lay aside her poor + homely garments for more suitable apparel. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Prefect, when he came, was curious to see her and bent + admiring eyes on her. ‘It is no wonder Martialis should dare so + much,’ he said gallantly, not to say grandiloquently, after his + fashion before women. ‘He is the best of my Centurions—but have + courage; I will put this matter straight. He is something to me as + well as to you. They + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page400">[pg 400]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg400"></a>have penned him up, but + I will have him at liberty ere long. He knows you are safe, so + take heart.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With a mind dazed and only half-conscious through suffering, Neæra + was thankful for the encouraging words of this personage, whom she + surmised to be some one of high position. When she fell back to + where the group of attendants were standing, one of them whispered + to her that it was the Prefect who had spoken to her. A great load + fell from her thankful heart at the words. She gazed back with + something like awe at the most feared and powerful man at that + moment in the empire. From Martialis she had learned much, from + time to time, concerning him; and the assurance, coming from the + mighty personage’s own lips, changed at once her agony into hope. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Another sorrow haunted her with an intensity of suspense. Her + father—where was he? Was he sick or dying as she had been told? A + mysterious dread of ill weighed upon her. The details of her own + rough and forcible abduction could not fail but impress her mind + with a sense of some evil-doing, so, at the first opportunity, she + began her efforts to obtain information respecting the potter. + Those whom she asked either denied all knowledge of him or gave + evasive answers. In one or two cases, her strong suspicions were + aroused that actual knowledge was not wanting, by the hesitating + manner in which a negative answer was made. More than ever alarmed + by the confused and embarrassed manner of those who seemed to + falter before her earnest gaze, her acute anxiety at length + emboldened her to speak to Livia herself. The lady received the + application condescendingly, and promised that inquiries should be + made at the palace. Later on the same day she summoned Neæra and + made known to her the fact of the potter’s death. He had been + taken ill with a sudden and strange sickness, and had only lived a + few hours afterward. Such were the fatal words which fell on the + stricken girl’s ears, and, after the first gust of wild grief had + passed away, a brooding melancholy possessed her. Her lover was a + close prisoner, whose fate hung on the whim of Caesar. The gentle, + simple-minded, sweet-natured potter, whom she had filially loved + and revered with all the strength of her nature, being also reft + from her, no wonder the burden of her sorrow sapped the beauty + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page401">[pg 401]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg401"></a>swiftly from her face, + leaving hollow eyes and thin cheeks. She knew that Martialis had + been removed to the villa Neptune, and, by the last report, was + still there, so, when she received intimation to accompany Livia + thither, her heart bounded and her eyes brightened. The journey + itself, and the melancholy satisfaction that at each step she was + nigher to her lover, did something to restore more colour to her + cheek and vivacity to her manner. But what was her unutterable + delight, when no other than Zeno, the steward, appeared before + her, not long after her arrival, and led her away into a room + where she saw Tibia waiting alone to receive her. With an + indescribable cry of thankfulness and relief she sprang forward, + and the two women were locked in each other’s fast embrace. Neæra + was shocked to see the ravages which affliction had wrought in her + mother’s appearance, and the heartbroken widow, on her part, + scanned the pale face of her fosterchild with tenderness and pity. + When Neæra had related her experiences, since she had been taken + away from her home, she led Tibia on gently, in her turn, to speak + of herself, and of him they had so looked up to, and reverenced. + But as the dame came at length to mention her husband, her voice + broke down at the word, and she got no further. They said no + more—all that was in their hearts was merged in silent weeping. + The wonder of Neæra was no less than her joy at the presence of + the dame in the island, but the latter seemed loth to give any + explanation thereof, and tried to turn from the subject as often + as it was put. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra, at last, pressed the matter in an unavoidable manner. + ‘Mother,’ she said, ‘you have not yet told me how you contrived to + get here. Did they bring you away as they brought me? Or did you + come of your own accord to seek me? It was strange if you were + able to enter here alone.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—I came with others,’ said Tibia. ‘You shall know everything.’ + She stopped and turned her eyes to the floor, and her breast began + to heave with emotion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + A dull, chill horror sank into Neæra’s heart. Her mind was prone + to fear, being overcharged and susceptible through long and dark + brooding. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Speak!’ she whispered. ‘What new trouble is this? Tell me—I can + bear it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old woman glanced up into the girl’s face, and, divin<span + class="tei tei-pb" + id="page402" + >[pg 402]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg402"></a>ing the signs of terror + which dwelt there, took her hand caressingly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is no new trouble, thank the gods,’ she faltered. ‘We have had + plenty of that. Nay, I must call it rather happiness——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, I thought you were about to tell me something terrible of + Lucius,’ murmured Neæra, drawing a deep breath, as a great load, + like the shadow of death, slid from her mind. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No! It is of yourself. It is time you must know all,’ said Tibia. + ‘Child, you must never call me mother any more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + It hardly needs to tell the start of surprise which Neæra gave at + these words. Through her amazement, the strange wistfulness of the + dame’s glance and her broken, pathetic tones struck to her heart. + She threw her arms around her aged neck. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is it you are saying?’ she cried. ‘Why do you look like + that? What is it I am to know? Am I to lose mother as well? Mother + you are, and always must be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + For some moments Tibia remained in silence within the arms of the + young girl, as if unable to force herself from the warmth of what + might be the last heartfelt, daughterlike caress. Then at length + she slowly uplifted the shapely arms, and, as she did so, pressed + one hand of the girl to her lips, whilst the tears trickled down + from her eyes. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neæra,’ she said, ‘I have lost my husband, and now the gods will + that you shall be taken from me. I have tended you, watched you, + and loved you like a mother; but—but, Neæra, we never thought the + time would come, nor yet the need to tell you that—that you are + not our child. For I have been a barren stock—I never bore a child + into the world.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They sat looking at each other. Tibia, with a pleading, timid + expression in her meek eyes, which the tender-hearted girl could + not withstand, despite her speechless incredulity and wonder. She + thought for the moment that the dame’s sufferings had, perhaps, + deranged her faculties, and then, as with a sudden and swift ray + of light, her mind recalled one or two circumstances which had + puzzled her strangely hitherto. She remembered on that day just as + Cestus first appeared in the workshop at home, when addressing the + potter as father, he replied in the negative with all the + evidences of powerful + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page403">[pg 403]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg403"></a>emotion. Nothing had + been ever added in explanation, and the hasty disavowal of + relationship had presently sunk out of active speculation beneath + other matters, and had been thought of no more. Again, the frantic + words of Martialis, as he was hurried away from the presence of + Caesar, had been wild and inexplicable to her ears at the moment + of their utterance, but, in the agony of her thoughts, they had + also fallen unheeded. What did it all mean? + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I—not your child, mother,’ she said slowly. ‘Do you know what you + are saying? You are forgetting—alas, this cruel trouble—it has + been too much for you to bear!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I know what you mean, child, but it is not so,’ returned Tibia, + in a low voice; ‘it is true, indeed, I never was a mother. You + were brought to us a little thing—a very little thing—by Cestus, + my brother, for safe-keeping. We never saw or heard of him again + till this present visit. We thought he must be dead, and that you, + therefore, would never be claimed; so we looked upon you as our + own, and never allowed you to know otherwise. What else could we + have done? He told us you were an orphan—a poor man’s + child—without kith or kin. Now he has come to claim you. Your + grandfather is here now in this great house. He is neither poor + nor mean. He is a great and wealthy nobleman, and you a great + lady. Alas, we did not know—Cestus has done a wicked thing; but + idle and evil he ever was from a boy in our father’s cottage.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Neæra sat silent and motionless, listening as in a dream. The + blood surged like a fiery flood through her veins, and then fled + back as suddenly, leaving her cold and pale as death. Her mind was + in a whirl, and her ideas were helplessly tossing in a hurly-burly + of confusion. It was pardonable, in the first moments of strange + wonder, that her wild but vivid thoughts flew to the future. + Reared amid humble associations, what a new world of hopes, ideas, + and curiosity flooded her dizzying brain with sensations here + indescribable. Masthlion not her father—nor Tibia her mother! Her + grandfather a stranger, awaiting her even now—a noble! She was + afraid already. What did it all mean? and why had she been thus + treated? Now she thought she saw the reason of the unhappy + restraint and mysterious trouble which had clouded their home + during the sojourn of Cestus. She had been right in ascribing it + in <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page404">[pg 404]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg404"></a>some way to his + influence. She turned her eyes on Tibia, who was watching her in + deep suspense. There, at least, was her mother in heart and deed, + and she opened her arms to her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Mother, I am bewildered! How came I to be with you my life long, + if I am, as you say, the child of another—the child of great and + wealthy people? Ah, but that you have told me this strange thing I + could scarce believe it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia received her with a grateful heart, and held her close while + she told her the whole story. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was a wicked deed that Cestus did, but he was tempted by one + worse than himself,’ said she, concluding; ‘evil he was without + doubt, but, to my mind, your kinsman was more to blame, for it was + he who planned it. You were nothing to my poor brother till he was + tempted with gold. Ah, child, do not be too hard upon him. If he + did you and yours bitter wrong, remember that he preserved you + when he was paid to take your life.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And this kinsman—who is he, and is he alive?’ asked Neæra, in a + hushed voice. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I do not know—he may, or may not be. We are here for your + grandsire to claim you, and you will soon know everything. When + you go to Rome to live among the great people there, will you + remember the poor cottage that was your home so long?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Go where I may you must still be with me,’ replied Neæra; ‘how + could I forget? I was happy—oh, my poor father, if he had only + lived!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The tears of both began to flow again, and, for a long time, they + remained silent and occupied with their own thoughts. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + They were roused by the entrance of Zeno, who summoned them to + follow him. Neæra drew a sharp breath, and trembled with nervous + expectation as she stood up to obey. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Keep near me, mother,’ she whispered, as she clutched the dame’s + hand tightly; ‘and yet, for the sake of Lucius, ought I not to be + glad?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The apartment into which they were brought was tolerably well + filled with company. Tiberius sat on a slightly raised seat, and, + in a lower chair, at one side, was seated his + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page405">[pg 405]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg405"></a>daughter-in-law Livia. + Sejanus was at her side, whilst conversing in knots, at a + respectful distance, were others of the court. Flaccus, Priscus, + Marinus, Atticus, the devoted friends of the Emperor, were there, + as well as Afer and two or three other followers of the Prefect. + Caesar himself was speaking in a low tone with Thrasullus, the + astrologer, who stood at his elbow; next to whom was Seleucus, + another philosopher, buried in deep reflection. Behind the + Imperial chair was, as usual, the gigantic Nubian, and still + further in rear, other slaves in waiting, including the females in + attendance on Livia. Neæra and the dame, marshalled by Zeno, + entered the presence with hesitating steps, and halted near the + door—Tibia, with the abashed feelings of her humble timid nature, + and the maiden, with an agitation which the circumstances of her + position rendered positively painful. She clung tenaciously to the + hand of the dame as she ran her eyes hastily over the company. She + was even comforted to observe Livia present, and her heart + throbbed violently as she cast fugitive glances upon each gray + head, in vain wonder as to the identity of her aged relative. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + At Caesar’s sign the steward brought them forward in front of his + chair. In the hollow of his left hand, Tiberius held the same + intaglio which Fabricius had shown to Martialis, in the tavern + under the Aventine. He studied it, in conjunction with the face of + the maiden before him, with close attention, and then, without a + word, handed it to Thrasullus. The philosopher, after a rapid + comparison, returned it to the Imperial hand, giving a significant + nod. Tiberius raised his voice and called to Afer, who immediately + broke off his conversation and approached. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Hither—I want your opinion,’ said the Emperor, holding out the + intaglio; ‘cast your eyes on this graven stone, and thence on the + face of this maiden before us, and tell me if you perceive any + resemblance.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The rest of the company edged nearer with curiosity. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer took the likeness, and, as he did so, bent his gaze on + Neæra’s beautiful face, with the same supercilious smile, which + had proved so offensive to her in Masthlion’s shop. She recognised + him readily, and coloured with displeasure, as she haughtily + reared her head, and averted her eyes. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page406">[pg 406]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg406"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you met before?’ asked Tiberius, closely watching them. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, Caesar, to the best of my memory,’ returned the knight, + removing his eyes from her face and turning them to the miniature + for the first time. He gave an almost imperceptible movement of + surprise, and his brows knitted closely over his hooked nose, as + he gazed at the portrait in his hand. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Where then was the meeting?’ asked Caesar. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In Surrentum—if I mistake not, in a potter’s shop. But she is + better known, I believe, to the Centurion Martialis,’ replied + Afer, with the unfailing curl of his lip, half smile and half + sneer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + There was a gentle titter; the face of the young girl became + crimson, and she dropped her head. Tibia, despite her timidity, + cast an indignant glance at the speaker and those smiling around, + as she drew the maiden nearer to her. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It may be so, but I wait your opinion with regard to the + resemblance which seemed to strike me,’ said Tiberius; ‘you also + appear to be very strongly impressed with the likeness, Afer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In truth, I confess I am,’ returned the knight, as his eyes + returned again to the cornelian with a puzzled air; ‘I admit there + is a strong likeness, especially in the eyes and mouth, though + this is taken from a woman somewhat older. I seem to know the + face, and yet——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Doubtless you do, for it belongs to a relative of your own,’ said + Tiberius. ‘He has honoured us with a visit, and here he is.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + All eyes followed the glance of Caesar, and saw Fabricius, + followed by Natta and an elderly fellow-servant, appear through + the curtains which covered the entrance of an inner room. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old senator came forward with an erect body and firm step. His + face was very pale and stern, and, as he advanced with a measured + step, he kept his eyes persistently fixed upon the persons of + Tiberius and his granddaughter, to the determined exclusion of + every one else. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer was transfixed with amazement, and barely saved himself from + uttering an exclamation. Had his house on the Esquiline suddenly + planted itself before him, his face could scarcely have shown more + unrestrained surprise. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page407">[pg 407]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg407"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Welcome, noble Fabricius,’ said Tiberius, as the old man made a + deep obeisance before him and Livia; ‘welcome to Capreae—we are + busy in this affair of yours. Your worthy nephew looks dumfounded + at seeing you.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Uncle!’ cried the wondering voice of Afer, now released by the + words of Caesar; ‘you here! This is strange!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The knight took a step or two forward, and then hesitated. The old + man gave him not the least sign of acknowledgment, but, raising + his glance for the first time, met the lustrous eyes of Neæra + fixed upon him, with a world of anxiety in their depths. The + occasional deep heaves of her bosom showed that she was holding + her breath in her agitation, and the burning gaze of Fabricius + seemed to pierce her with its intensity. He placed one hand over + his heart, and a flush covered his wan face. Another moment he + looked, and then stretched forth his arms toward her with a + strange cry— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Aurelia—my Aurelia! My child!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The poignant accents and the unaccustomed name thrilled through + her with indescribable sensations. With no less power, but in a + different way, the old man’s words startled his nephew as with an + electrical shock. Reaching his uncle’s side at a stride, he + grasped his arm, and said sternly, and almost fiercely, ‘What is + this, uncle? Is this folly still so strong within you? How came + you here in the name of the gods? and in what does this wench + concern you? Do you thus accost every girl you see? She is nothing + but a potter’s girl of Surrentum.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stay, Fabricius, you are hasty,’ spoke Tiberius; ‘let us hear + what these people have to say.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Recalled to himself, Fabricius, with his eyes yet fixed on Neæra, + stepped back to a place beside Thrasullus, without deigning his + nephew a look or a word. Afer’s brows met with an angry scowl, and + he abruptly folded his arms across his breast, whilst muttering + some hasty wrathful words. Every one looked curiously on, and, in + the momentary silence which suddenly ensued, the voice of Natta + was heard, in an eager undertone, speaking to his fellow-servant. + Urged by their keen interest the pair had pressed forward beyond + their proper station, and were peering through the circle of their + superiors at Neæra. The old steward’s demeanour was excited, but + at <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page408">[pg 408]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg408"></a>the impatient sign of + his master he and his companion fell back to their proper station. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Noble Fabricius here, a Senator of Augustus, well known to us of + old days,’ said Tiberius, ‘lost a grandchild years ago. Unable to + trace her, in spite of every effort, he yet preserves hope. The + likeness which you have seen is that of the mother of the lost + child. Fabricius has at last, he thinks, fair grounds for + supposing he has recovered the missing girl. Be it our business to + inquire into the proofs.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘To what purpose, uncle?’ said Afer, with angry impatience. ‘Is it + not absurd to ground a belief upon a mere resemblance to a graven + gem? It can only end in fruitless disgust, as hitherto. Cease to + harass yourself any longer by pursuing an + <span class="tei tei-foreign" lang="la" xml:lang="la" + ><span style="font-style: italic">ignis fatuus</span></span + >; be guided by me, I pray you. Leave these impostors to me, as + you were wont, and I will unmask them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I pray you, Caesar, proceed,’ said Fabricius briefly, without + taking any notice of his nephew. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With an expression of unutterable disgust and anger, the knight + fell back a pace or two. ‘With your permission, Caesar, I will + retire,’ he said; ‘I cannot listen to this folly.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is my will that you remain; try, therefore, and endure what + shall follow,’ replied Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I must obey your wish,’ said Afer, biting his lip. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Woman!’ said Tiberius, addressing himself to Tibia, ‘tell us your + name and where you dwell. Speak without fear.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My name is Tibia, and I dwell in Surrentum,’ answered the dame. + She began in low nervous tones, and then gathering courage from + the conviction of her deep injuries, she proceeded more hurriedly + in a louder tone, ‘My home has, however, been ruined, and my + husband Masthlion——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough!’ interrupted the Emperor, in a harsh, sudden voice; + ‘answer only the questions you are asked. Anything beyond them + concerns us nothing. You are now a widow—let that suffice. How + long have you dwelt in Surrentum?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘About twenty years.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And is this girl the child of you and your husband?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No; we never had a child.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How then did you come by her?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My brother brought her to us to foster, when she was a little + child, about fifteen years ago.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page409">[pg 409]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg409"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Was she his child?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No. He said she was an orphan—the child of a fellow-workman in + Rome.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer shrugged his shoulders, and glanced toward Fabricius, who was + gazing intently and unmoved upon the females. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Has she remained with you ever since?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Yes.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you always led her to believe she was really your own child? + Did she never discover that she did not belong to you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘She was never told till a few minutes past in this house.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did you never know of this before, maiden?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did your brother never visit her, woman?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We never saw him again until a few weeks back. We thought he must + be dead, never having even heard of him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You then thought of the child as your own?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We never thought she would be taken from us again, and we looked + upon her as our own.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What brought your brother back again after so long a silence?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He had had a bad illness in Rome, and he came to Surrentum for + change and fresh air to help him to get better.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why did he not come to see the child, or at least send to learn + of her welfare during all those years?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I cannot tell. He said he knew she was in good keeping.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And did not you or your husband ever think proper to communicate + with this brother of yours respecting the child he had left in + your charge, since he himself was so careless of her?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not until a few weeks ago, when my husband went to Rome to seek + him, but never found a trace of him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why did he go, then, at last?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was when she was asked in marriage,’ said Tibia, with + hesitation. ‘My husband thought it was his duty to tell my + brother, but he could not find a trace of him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then after this your brother arrived at Surrentum of his own + accord?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes; he was weak and thin.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page410">[pg 410]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg410"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did he give you no account of himself for the time he had been + silent?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Did he tell you anything further concerning the girl?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The dame’s head sank gradually. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Speak, good woman,’ said Fabricius; ‘no harm shall come of it.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He said,’ Tibia continued, in a low voice, ‘that he told a lie + when he came first with the child. She was not the child of a + fellow-workman, but was nobly born, and had been stolen.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Of course,’ said Afer ironically. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘From whom, then, did he say she had been taken?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘From one called Balbus, a wealthy man; but he said this to + deceive us—I know now there is no such person.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You say you have dwelt in Surrentum twenty years, being about + five years before the child was brought to you. Can you produce + any people of the town who can testify that you have been + childless, and that she came as you relate?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Tibia did not answer, but looked at Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have seen several such townspeople very privately, Caesar,’ + said Fabricius, ‘and, from the evidence I gathered, I am perfectly + satisfied that this worthy woman speaks absolute truth.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough, then, for that,’ said Tiberius; and he turned to exchange + some whispered words with Thrasullus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We will now hear your brother’s story,’ he resumed. ‘Zeno, bring + him in before us.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Fabricius slowly removed his eyes from the fair face of Neæra and + turned them on his nephew, who stood with an impatient, scornful + expression of face, gazing fixedly on the dame. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The ring of bystanders parted, and Cestus walked into their midst + with a bold, not to say triumphant air. His face had recovered its + normal habit. When matters arrived at a crisis with the sudden + departure of Neæra, there was left no occasion for secrecy. But + rather the reverse since his interview with Fabricius, so that the + dye had been suffered to fade from his skin, and the razor had + removed his bristly beard and moustache. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page411">[pg 411]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg411"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He made an awkward obeisance to Caesar, and then turned to his + former patron. The moment for revenge, so long waited and thirsted + for, had at last arrived, and his broad, coarse face gleamed with + diabolical exultation and malignance. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His significant gaze directed the eyes of the rest toward the + unhappy knight, whose demeanour had suffered a change which was as + extraordinary as it was sudden. He seemed as if an icy, deathlike + hand had seized upon his heart and turned him to stone. His fixed + eyes were glassy, and his face drawn and ghastly white. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good morrow, patron,’ said Cestus, with a fiendish grin; ‘you + thought you had paid me off in full the last time we were + together, but here I am again, and, like a good client, still + devoted to your affairs.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His voice seemed to break a horrible fascination. Afer recovered + himself, and drew a long silent breath as he glanced around. + Fabricius had seen enough in his heart-stricken nephew’s face, and + was now again sternly avoiding his gaze. A dull, sickly dread + numbed the heart of the knight and whispered fatefully in his ear. + But extremity of peril nerved him with the courage and coolness of + despair, and, collecting his faculties, he stood at bay, in + readiness for the ominous storm which threatened him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Withdrawing his attention from Afer, the Emperor devoted a few + moments’ scrutiny to the Suburan. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Is this the brother you speak of, woman?’ he asked of Tibia. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Yes.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you claim the kinship, fellow? Are you her brother?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, so please you, I am her brother.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Your name?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Cestus.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘And dwelling?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In Rome—in the Subura.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘From the Subura—you have that appearance. From one of the darkest + holes therein.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There are some powerful and wealthy people in the Subura, Caesar, + and we cannot all choose the best spots therein.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page412">[pg 412]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg412"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Bandy no words. Do you know the maiden there by you?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes—no one better. She is the granddaughter of the noble + Fabricius there.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How, then, came she to be living as the child of the woman your + sister?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I took her secretly away from the mansion of her grandsire + fifteen years ago, all but three months less a day. I have kept + the reckoning carefully—ask the noble Fabricius if I am not + right.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He has already told me this—he speaks truly, to the very day,’ + said Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you not afraid to confess this villainy?’ said Tiberius + sternly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is because I wish to make the noble Fabricius some amends for + the wrong, and for another reason, which all will soon + understand.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why did you tell the woman, your sister, that you took her from + one Balbus, a wealthy man?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Because I did not choose to let out my secret and mention + names—the time was not ripe then to bring the matter forward, and + I was afraid it might be meddled with, and harm done instead of + good. There was no such person as Balbus.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What do you mean by the time being not ripe? Had you seen or + heard of her since you first left her in Surrentum?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Not once.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It may be concluded from that you cared nothing whether she were + alive or dead during all that time—is that so?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Not so much as to take me to Surrentum to find out, I confess.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then why, after all that long silence, did you resolve to go to + Surrentum! Say, what was your reason in stealing the child and + hiding it away for fifteen years in order to restore it again?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘So please you, Caesar, the child was no more to me than any + other, but she was of great importance to my patron, and he + bargained and paid me seventy sestertia to secretly kill it. I was + too soft-hearted to make away with it altogether, so I + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page413">[pg 413]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg413"></a>took it to Surrentum + quietly and unknown to him, and there she has remained till now, + as you see.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And who is this patron?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He stands there before you—Titus Afer.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It’s a lie—a damnable lie!’ shouted the knight. ‘Dog! vagabond! + whoever thou art, how darest thou say such a thing?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + His black eyes blazed amid the deathly pallor of his face, and a + thrill of astonishment passed through the bystanders. Even Livia + leaned forward in her seat with rapt attention. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have a care,’ quoth Cestus, shrinking back, ‘or he will knife me + again, as he did before.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Command yourself, Afer,’ said Tiberius drily; ‘you shall have + plenty of opportunity to reply.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Am I to be traduced by such a villain, whom I never saw before? + And in the face of these present? Do you, Fabricius, my uncle, + whom I have served and loved as a son so long—do you countenance + it in silence thus? Oh, monstrous! To be so gulled by a cunning + knave after all that has been practised on you in the same + fashion, and thus calmly to listen to such an outrage on your own + flesh and blood—shame!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Caesar has said you will have an opportunity, at a proper time, + of disproving what this man says. Let us proceed and seek for the + truth, and woe upon the evildoer,’ said Fabricius in hollow tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, indeed, woe upon him,’ said Afer loudly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you, then, cast me off, patron? Do you disown me after all + my services?’ observed Cestus, with a grin. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No more of that, Suburan,’ cried Tiberius. ‘It is a grave charge + to make against one of the rank and family of Titus Afer. Beware, + if it be an idle piece of mischief.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It’s nothing but sober truth, Caesar.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Lying, cunning knave!’ hissed the knight. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is easily explained,’ continued Cestus, with a rough laugh; + ‘the noble Fabricius is vastly rich and his nephew wanted it all + to himself—the girl was in the way.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Execrable wretch!’ cried Afer, beside himself with terror and + fury. He made a spring towards the Suburan, but those near him + clung to his garments and arrested the movement. The Suburan, on + his part, bounced back precipitately, and then + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page414">[pg 414]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg414"></a>seeing the knight’s + advance stayed, broke out into a jeering, but, at the same time, + nervous laugh. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Peace, I say again, Afer,’ said Tiberius more sternly; ‘the + justness of your cause can surely well await until the end. Go on, + Suburan, and relate the whole of your story of this affair. Add + nothing, omit nothing, and be as brief as possible.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Cestus did as he was required, and revealed the full extent of his + relations with the knight, on whose pallid brow the perspiration + gathered in drops with the violence of his emotions. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Step by step the pitiless tale went on, laying bare, with extreme + minuteness, the whole history of the connection between noble and + vagabond from its commencement. Nothing was omitted down to the + last violent meeting by the Circus Maximus. Thence, in conclusion, + the Suburan ran over the occurrences which we have already + described. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And that is everything, Caesar,’ he said, when he had finished. + ‘Every word I have said is truth—I swear it, by all the gods. If + it were a lie, should I have been fool enough to have made myself + out to be the thief? No, it is when thieves fall out that honest + men get their own. I don’t seek to hide myself—not I; but for the + man’s sake, who tempted me and hired me, I have made a clean + breast of it and exposed myself. He paid me at last with a dagger + thrust, like a false-hearted coward as he is, and now I’m even + with him. See, here is the place—look at it for yourselves, and + believe your own eyes!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + He hastily withdrew his tunic sufficiently to disclose the + recently-healed scar in his left side, where Afer had struck his + desperate blow. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Lying knave, this is some slash received in a drunken night-brawl + in a Suburan stye, if it be there you dwell! The whole story is a + fable, a cursed lie,’ broke in Afer again, whose aspect was + ghastly to behold. ‘I know him not! Is this a return for my love, + uncle? Shame that you should suffer it!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Patience!’ said Tiberius, ‘let us finish. Fabricius, you have + heard him confess that he decoyed you from your house, on a + certain night, with a false tale about a comrade who + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page415">[pg 415]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg415"></a>was sick, and wished to + see you, concerning your lost granddaughter—is it true, and do you + recognise him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It is true enough,’ replied Fabricius, whose horror-stricken + feelings were displayed distressingly in his voice and demeanour; + ‘I seemed to remember his face again, and a thousand times, from + Rome hither, have I tried to bring him more exactly to my mind. + But now, as he related the occurrence, I recognised him—yes, it is + the same wretch who came to me that night. His description of what + occurred is perfect—it is too well graven on my mind. But for the + timely appearance of the troop of Pretorians with Martialis the + Centurion, the wretch would have succeeded only too well in his + evil intent. This new infamy comes unexpectedly on me, Caesar, and + it tries me hard——’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Wine, and a seat for <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr415"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">Fabricius,’</span> said Tiberius; and + the attendants flew to obey. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Am I to bear this? Am I to listen to this’—broke in Afer. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Peace, I say,’ said Tiberius; ‘drink and rest, Fabricius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The old senator drank the wine the attendants brought for him, and + sank with trembling limbs into the chair they placed for him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘If what you have told us is true, Suburan,—and it is scarcely + credible you would invent a tale to incriminate yourself to such a + degree,—then your actions bring you within the reach of the rods + of the lictors, and of the cord,’ resumed Tiberius, ‘but due + attention shall be given to this at a proper time. What concerns + us now is the identity of the child. Give us, therefore, the + proofs that she is what you assert her to be.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have, already, given them to the noble Fabricius, so please + you,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘My slave bears them—bring them hither, Natta!’ said Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The steward came forward before Caesar with the package of child’s + garments, and displayed them to Tiberius on bended knee, whilst + Fabricius attested them—particularly the amulet. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come hither, woman,’ said Tiberius to Tibia; ‘do you know these + things?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page416">[pg 416]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg416"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They are what the child wore when she came to us—we took them off + and kept them.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘They are not the dress of a poor man’s child. Did such a thought + not strike you when you saw them at first.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes; I asked him how she came by them, and he said her father had + been very poor, so poor that a rich family had befriended him out + of charity, and had dressed her in some cast-off clothes.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘That’s true! I told her so,’ said Cestus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The memory of a liar should always be good,’ cried Afer; ‘this + vagabond’s memory is only equalled by his lies—they are all of a + prodigious nature. Yet I doubt if they are as monstrous as the + credulity which sucks them in.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What more remains to ask these people, Fabricius? Question them + if you will,’ said Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have nothing to add to what your highness has ably said,’ + replied Fabricius, rising from his seat. ‘I have already satisfied + myself, by inquiries in Surrentum, that this woman is worthy, + honest, and estimable in the opinion of the townspeople, and that + her husband was likewise esteemed for the same qualities. Her + word, therefore, is to be trusted, and it bears out the assertions + of her misguided brother. I will tell you that some weeks ago I + received a letter, saying that my grandchild was alive, and + enclosing a piece of ribbon, which lies there before you. It is of + unusual pattern. I went to the child’s room, and there found some + more of the self-same fabric. I had been imposed upon many times, + but this was the first news I had heard, which seemed to strike to + my heart with the weight of conviction. It was like a message from + the grave. I was deeply moved. A few nights ago this man appeared + before me in my house, and related what you have heard, with the + exception of the vile trick by which my own life was attempted. He + brought these things as proofs of his words. I can find no flaws + in his evidence, and I accept it. So please you, Caesar, here are + two slaves of my household who served the mother and grandmother + of this child. The memory of the mother should be strong within + them. Let them say. Look upon this maiden, Natta and Verrus, and + answer truly, as your hearts tell you, if she recall the image of + the dead Fabricia, my daughter, your mistress.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page417">[pg 417]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg417"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We have already looked upon her, master,’ replied Natta for both. + ‘She is too near alike not to be the child of the dead Fabricia.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘We are all agreed as to the marked resemblance to the gem,’ + observed Caesar. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am satisfied; my heart—everything tells me she is my Aurelia,’ + said Fabricius fervently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then it becomes Afer’s turn, for which he burns, to refute the + charge which has been brought against him,’ Tiberius continued. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + All eyes turned now upon the white, haggard visage of the knight, + as he stood with tightly-folded arms and compressed lips. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I will be brief. I deny it all—it is an infamous lie, invented to + impose upon a credulous old man,’ said he. ‘You have taken an + unfair advantage; it would have been, at least, manly to have + warned me. You have your witnesses gathered, and paid to brazen it + out. Once concoct a tale, and the rest is easily arranged. Now, + however, I hear of this for the first time. I have nothing to + defend me but my bare word. Who am I to find in this island to + support me, when even my uncle will not turn an ear to me? Long + and bitter experience cannot cure his credulity. He swallows a + plausible tale now as eagerly as formerly, when the child was + first missing—only, with the difference, that in his present + delusion he has no scruple in allowing suspicions to be raised of + his own flesh and blood.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have not spoken one word to you, much less made a charge + against you, though, like yourself, I have listened to one. Your + conclusions are hasty, therefore,’ said Fabricius sternly; ‘you + are under no restraint; you will be at liberty to gather what + witnesses you may, and do anything you can to disprove what has + been said. No one will be more pleased than myself to know of your + success. I do not condemn on the word of one man; at the same + time, it is incumbent on you to refute him. It is a grave charge.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘And too true to be upset, is it not, patron?’ remarked Cestus + coarsely. ‘Your lips are glib enough as ever, but your false, + cowardly heart is shrivelled within you, at this moment, for fear, + I know right well.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page418">[pg 418]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg418"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Silence, vagabond!’ cried Tiberius; ‘Afer, you have been taken + unawares it is true; but, as you declare yourself innocent, you + need feel no concern on the score of this charge.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I do not know,’ replied Afer scornfully; ‘too often the innocent + suffer—especially, when it is in the interest and inclination of + some one that they should be the scapegoat. My worthy uncle lost + his grandchild, and now resolves to replace her at all hazards. By + a perfectly natural hallucination, he persuades himself that he + sees her in the person of the potter’s girl; whatever consequences + follow matters nothing to him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There shall be no suffering of the innocent, or of any one, in + this sad matter, except by the pangs of self-accusing conscience,’ + said Fabricius; ‘it remains with yourself to disprove the charge + or not. If you do not, you know as well as I what judgment will be + meted out to you, though you still walk at liberty. I am + satisfied, for my part, with the recovery of my child; deal with + the rest, which concerns you, as you will.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are too liberal and slack of dealing, noble Fabricius,’ said + Tiberius: ‘it would be better for all concerned to unravel the + matter completely.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It touches my nephew’s honour—I leave it in his hands,’ replied + Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Be it so. But yet a word or two more, Afer,’ observed Tiberius; + ‘turn to this ruffian of the Subura once more. He has given a very + minute description of an alleged acquaintance with you lasting + over many years. Is it possible that you do not know him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘No—save for a lying scoundrel,’ returned Afer; ‘but of what avail + is my word?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He must then be a scoundrel of exceptional ingenuity and + imagination. What say you to this, Suburan?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Why, it is easy enough for him to say that in this place,’ + replied Cestus, with a laugh; ‘but in the city he would not dare. + He is but plunging himself deeper into the mud when he denies me. + It is not a simple <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="corr418"></a + ><span class="tei tei-corr">thing</span> to throw off altogether a + friendship of eighteen years!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Friendship!—execrable villain,’ hissed the knight. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘As you please, patron; you were always fertile in pretty names,’ + retorted the other, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page419">[pg 419]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg419"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It must be just as easy for you to prove the existence of + eighteen years’ connection,’ said Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay, in the city, where plenty of people could be found to help + me; but here—stop! will you send for his slave, a Greek lad named + Erotion?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Afer started. These unlooked-for words shot a thrill of terror to + his heart and roused him to desperation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He shall not come,’ he cried fiercely. ‘You will terrify him into + bearing false witness against me. You are banded against me. I + claim a suitable delay, until I can reach Rome, to gather evidence + against this conspiracy.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are unreasonably moved, Afer; we may as well listen to what + your slave has now to say as to wait longer. It cannot make any + possible difference to you, whether he speak the truth now or + then,’ remarked Caesar grimly. ‘Bring the slave hither, if he be + in the palace.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Zeno knew that he was close at hand and went to fetch him. In the + few moments’ interval the strained attention of the company + relaxed into a low murmur of conversation. Caesar sat with his + cheek on his hand and his eyes fixed on no one in particular. The + Prefect stole round to the side of his friend Afer and whispered, + ‘What is all this, Afer?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You have heard, like me, for the first time, Prefect,’ replied + the other, ‘the conspiracy of a rogue.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘A clever rogue, by Hercules,’ observed the other, and at that + moment Zeno re-entered with the young Greek Erotion. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Come hither into the midst,’ said Caesar. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Erotion, with a look of mingled astonishment and alarm, cast an + uneasy glance around, whilst bethinking himself of any misdeed + which was about to be visited upon him. He came forward into the + middle and betrayed unmistakable surprise at seeing Cestus. His + master’s eyes were, moreover, fixed on him with a peculiar, + meaning expression which he failed to interpret, and which tended + to further embarrass him. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Are you the slave of Domitius Afer, called Erotion?’ demanded + Caesar. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I am.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Stand forward a step, Suburan. Now, slave, look at that man and + say whether you know him.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page420">[pg 420]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg420"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The young slave’s eyes instinctively turned a fleeting sidelong + glance at Afer ere he complied, whereupon Tiberius peremptorily + bade him turn his back on his master. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Look upon no one but him I have pointed out to you; speak truly + and fear not. If you speak false, Caesar has the means of + discovering it, and then woe upon you. Do you know him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes,’ was the trembling reply. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘His name?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Cestus.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Where and when have you seen him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In Rome, in various places.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Where did you see him first?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘In the Subura, I think.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What took you there?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I bore a message from my master.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘To this man?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Yes.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you remember that message?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘It was a command for him to meet my master.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Where?’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I forget.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How long ago was this?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘About three years, I think—I cannot be certain.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How long have you been the slave of Afer?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Nearly four years.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you ever seen this man since then?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Yes.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What business had you with him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Only to tell him where my master was to see him.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you ever seen him in the house of your master?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes—once, not long ago.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you ever had any other business with him?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘No.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Have you ever seen this man in company with your master?—answer!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘I have.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Enough then for the present—you may go.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + When the slave had left the room there fell a momentary deep + silence upon all present, ominous and painful. + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page421">[pg 421]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg421"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Titus Afer, do you now deny all knowledge of this man Cestus?’ + said Tiberius in sardonic tones. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + With his arms folded, and his eyes fixed before him, Afer remained + as if turned to granite, unheedful of everything whilst his slave + unconsciously dashed all hope of escape away. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Do you deny all knowledge of this man Cestus?’ repeated Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have already done so,’ replied Afer stolidly; ‘I refuse to say + more. I am prejudged—it is useless to say more.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Another silence fell on the room and the Prefect frowned and + fidgeted. But the Emperor seemed in no hurry to relieve the + embarrassing stillness. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘There has been no judgment delivered so far,’ he said at length. + ‘Do you impugn the words of your slave?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘He is a Greek, and a born liar,’ said Afer bitterly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Thrasullus and Seleucus the philosophers, both of them Greeks, + pricked up their ears at the insinuation, and reared their heads + in indignation. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Greek or no Greek, do you say that he has now lied?’ said + Tiberius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I say no more—it is useless,’ replied Afer abruptly. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! Then the matter shall be transferred to Rome and probed to + the bottom forthwith,’ said Tiberius sternly, as he sat up; ‘I + command it, and it is no less due to society. Prefect, I give + Domitius Afer and this man Cestus into thy care. Let them be + conveyed to the city and handed over to the charge of the Pretors + there, who shall examine fully into the truth, with the help of + whatever witnesses are forthcoming.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Noble Fabricius, remember your pledge to me,’ said Cestus, as + alarm began to get the upper hand of the exultation which had + hitherto lighted his coarse visage. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Upon his full confession I promised this man that he should come + to no hurt,’ said Fabricius, immediately rising from his seat. ‘I + pray you will not see fit to cause me to break faith.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Granted, Fabricius,’ returned the Emperor graciously; + ‘nevertheless I insist on a full inquiry. You must attend the + court with the woman and the maiden if required.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘One other request, Caesar.’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page422">[pg 422]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg422"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Go on.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The headstrong boy—the Centurion Martialis, who offended in his + love for this girl—I beseech you show clemency to him, and pardon + his youth and hot blood. He is loyal and brave, and his + desperation carried him away.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘How say you, Prefect,’ said Tiberius, turning to Sejanus; ‘is + your Centurion to go scot free of his behaviour?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am of the same opinion as Fabricius, and think he has been + sufficiently punished. Caesar may well overlook a boyish + rashness,’ replied Sejanus. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Good! Then I yield to you. He shall be released, but I will not + altogether pass over his offence. I will relieve him of his + centurionship for a while, as a salutary discipline to remind him + of his fault. As a citizen of the plain coat he will be able to + devote more time to his wife. Fabricius, you dine with me + to-night.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + So saying the Emperor rose smiling, and, leaning on his gigantic + Nubian, passed into the inner apartment. When he had disappeared + the others departed by degrees, full of interest and speculation + on what had passed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Sullen and impenetrable, Afer refused to enter into any + intercourse, despite the Prefect’s efforts for that purpose; and + Sejanus, therefore, shrugging his shoulders, left him in the + apartment which was appointed to him, until the time came to + proceed to Rome. + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 4em; margin-bottom: 4em"> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page423">[pg 423]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg423"></a> <a id="toc86"></a + ><a id="pdf87"></a> + <h2 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-top: 2.88em; + margin-bottom: 2.88em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 144%">CHAPTER IV.</span> + </h2> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Escaping from the throng into privacy with his recovered child, + Fabricius poured out upon her all the endearments of a nature + transported with joy and thankfulness. His fervent warmth, and + almost childish delight, touched Neæra very deeply, but yet it was + impossible for her to respond as freely. She was still the humble + cottage girl, and the stranger patrician awed her somewhat. In + addition to this, the rapid bewildering occurrences and + disclosures of the afternoon had left her in a state of confusion. + She seemed to exist in the midst of a strange dream, and her + labouring thoughts were dogged by unbelief. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + All perplexities vanished for the time at the sudden appearance of + her lover within the room. He came, not with the haggard look and + the attendant guard of a desponding prisoner, but free, alone, and + smiling. With a low cry she sprang toward him and was clasped in + his arms. Here, at least, was no place for doubt; and, on his + breast, she peacefully wept away all the darkness and misery which + had loaded her mind so grievously during the last terrible days. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You are sadly pale and thin,’ he murmured, as he touched her + cheek caressingly, after the first moments of her emotion had + passed away. ‘Have they not treated you well?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em">‘Quite well.’</p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘The gods be praised—it is more than I once looked for,’ he said + fervently. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But all is well now, and you are free,’ she said, looking up into + his face, and smiling through her glittering tears. ‘Shall we not + go soon from this place?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You, doubtless, my sweet; your duty lies with your grandsire. + Does she go back to Rome with you, Fabricius?’ + </p> + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page424">[pg 424]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg424"></a> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ay truly,’ answered the old man, who was watching them with + infinite satisfaction, ‘and you also.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Ah, if I knew it were so!’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then rest assured—it is the will of Tiberius.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then if this sweet girl’s will be in unison with Caesar’s I will + not strive against my fate—I await her decree.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What Caesar commands I cannot forbid, and must fain put up with,’ + said she demurely. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Then I will go; but circumstances are altered since I last saw + thee. You have been transformed from the poor potter’s girl. Once + you had scruples in matching with one out of your own station. Do + you still keep them? Will you now stoop to a poor Pretorian?’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘You took great labour to remove the scruples I had then—would you + now bring them back again?’ she said. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Yes, if I might plant them in myself for you to charm away—it + would be a task I could never weary of.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘But I should—so let us not begin,’ she replied, with a divine + smile. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What is all this muttering between you?’ cried Fabricius, growing + impatient. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I am asking her if she thinks as kindly of me now that she is + changed from the potter’s child into the granddaughter of + Fabricius,’ replied Martialis. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Well, and what says she to that? Come, child, let us hear your + sweet notes,’ said Fabricius; ‘he that bearded Caesar in his own + hall for your sake is worthy of some reward.’ + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘I have already given him all I have to give,’ she said, smiling + and blushing upon her lover. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘What in the world can better it, my sweet Neæra?’ responded + Lucius with a fervent kiss. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neæra no longer, but Aurelia,’ cried Fabricius. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + ‘Neæra she must ever be to me,’ said Lucius. + </p> + <div class="tei tei-tb">* * * * * * *</div> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Here we will leave Martialis in his prime, with the crown of his + life in the person of a beloved wife and noble offspring. One of + his sons, named after himself, was a man of learning and taste, + and is immortalised in the letters of his friend and namesake, the + great Roman epigrammist. + <span class="tei tei-pb" id="page425">[pg 425]</span + ><a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg425"></a>We cannot refrain from + concluding with that epistle of the latter which relates to the + mansion of old Fabricius, and we present it in a well-known + translation:—— + </p> + <div + class="block tei tei-p" + style=" + margin-left: 3.6em; + margin-bottom: 1.8em; + margin-right: 3.6em; + margin-top: 1.8em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 90%" + >‘On the long ridge of the Janiculan Hill lie the few acres + belonging to Julius Martialis; land more blessed than the + gardens of the Hesperides. Secluded retreats are spread over the + hills, and the smooth summit, with gentle undulations, enjoys a + cloudless sky; and while a mist covers the hollow valleys, + shines conspicuous in a light all its own. The graceful turrets + of a lofty villa rise gently toward the stars. Hence you may see + the seven hills, rulers of the world, and contemplate the whole + extent of Rome, as well as the heights of Alba and Tusculum, and + every cool retreat that lies in the suburbs, with old Fidenae + and little Rubra, and the fruit-bearing grove of Anna Perenna, + which delights in virgins’ blood. Thence may be seen the + traveller on the Flaminian and Salarian roads, while his + carriage is unheard, so that its wheels are no interruption to + gentle sleep; neither is it broken by the cry of the boatswain + or the noise of hawsers, although the Mulvian bridge is near, + and ships are seen gliding swiftly along the sacred Tiber. This + country box, or rather mansion, is rendered additionally + agreeable by the welcome of its owner. You will imagine it to be + your own; so ungrudgingly, so liberally is it thrown open to + you, and with such refined hospitality.... You now who think all + these attractions insignificant, cultivate, with a hundred + spades, cool Tibur or Praeneste, and give the slopes of Setia to + one single husbandman, whilst I, for my part, prefer to all your + possessions the few acres of Julius Martialis.’</span + > + </div> + <p + class="tei tei-p" + style="text-align: center; margin-top: 3em; margin-bottom: 1em" + > + THE END. + </p> + <p + class="tei tei-p" + style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 4em; text-align: center" + > + <span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Printed by</span></span + > + <span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >R. & R. Clark</span + ></span + >, + <span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-style: italic">Edinburgh</span></span + >. + </p> + <div class="tei tei-pb"></div> + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg426"></a> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <div class="tei tei-back" style="margin-top: 6em; margin-bottom: 2em"> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 5em; margin-bottom: 5em"> + <div class="tei tei-pb"></div> + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg427"></a> <a id="toc88"></a + ><a id="pdf89"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 3.46em; + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">SOME OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.</span> + </h1> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 1em"> + The Edinburgh Review says:— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + “‘Neæra’ is given to us as a picture of Roman life, under an Emperor + as infamous as the Antonines were honourable; and the picture is, we + think, carefully drawn, and in its general features trustworthy.... + Mr. Graham has at the least given us a story of sustained interest; + which he has done well in connecting with the little island rock of + Capri. On this island Tiberius has left a lasting mark, and the + remains of his work bear out the old stories told about him.... We + may take leave of Mr. Graham’s interesting and powerful tale with a + few words in which he speaks of the palaces and prisons which rose + here at the despot’s command.” + </p> + <p + class="tei tei-p" + style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 2em" + > + The Saturday Review says:— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + “An admirable novel.... ‘Neæra’ is a novel with a story, and as good + a story as it often falls to one’s lot to find in a new book. The + interest grows somewhat gradually at first, but increases constantly + as the story progresses, and is multiplied by the interweaving of + new threads and the occurrence of startling incidents up to the very + last pages of the concluding volume. It is plain that a careful + study of the masterpieces of classical literature, and of the places + to which they refer, has necessarily preceded the writing of + ‘Neæra.’ One of the best scenes in the book is the final appearance + of all the characters before Tiberius, who is to decide whether + Neæra is or is not the long-lost granddaughter of the Senator, and + whether the villain is guilty or not of the blackest crimes.... The + style is for the most part good. Mr. Graham writes in a careful and + leisurely way, choosing good sound phrases, and occasionally + introduces passages which are really eloquent and beautiful.” + </p> + <p + class="tei tei-p" + style="margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center" + > + The St. James’s Gazette says:— + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + “Mr. Graham has a keen eye for what is called on the stage a + striking situation, and his situations follow each other so thick + and fast that his story never flags. From the suicide of Apicius to + the tremendous fight in the dining-room under the eyes of Tiberius + himself all is movement. And this movement is never hurried or + huddled, nor are the means by which Mr. Graham extricates his + characters from the difficulties into which he brings them ever + far-fetched or improbable. He is a born story-teller, and ‘Neæra’ is + in consequence an admirable story.” + </p> + </div> + <hr class="page" /> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-top: 5em; margin-bottom: 5em"> + <div class="tei tei-pb"></div> + <a class="tei tei-anchor" id="Pg428"></a> <a id="toc90"></a + ><a id="pdf91"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + margin-top: 3.46em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">Macmillan’s Colonial Library.</span> + </h1> + <table + class="tei tei-list" + style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em" + > + <tbody> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 1. BARKER.—Station Life in New Zealand. By Lady + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Barker</span></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 2. BARKER.—A Year’s House-keeping in South Africa. By the + Same. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 3. BLACK.—A Princess of Thule. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >William Black</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 4. CONWAY.—A Family Affair. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Hugh Conway</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 5. CRAWFORD.—Mr. Isaacs: a Tale of Modern India. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. M. Crawford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 6. CRAWFORD.—Dr. Claudius: a True Story. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. Marion Crawford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 7. CRAWFORD.—A Roman Singer. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. Marion Crawford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 8. CRAWFORD.—A Tale of a Lonely Parish. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. Marion Crawford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 9. EMERSON.—The Conduct of Life. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Ralph Waldo Emerson</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 10. FARRAR.—Seekers after God. By the Venerable + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. W. Farrar</span + ></span + >, D.D., F.R.S., Archdeacon of Westminster. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 11. FORBES.—Souvenirs of some Continents. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Archibald Forbes</span + ></span + >, LL.D. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 12. HAMERTON.—Human Intercourse. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >P. G. Hamerton</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 13. KEARY.—Oldbury. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Annie Keary</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 14. JAMES.—Tales of Three Cities. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Henry James</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 15. MITFORD.—Tales of Old Japan. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >A. B. Mitford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 16. OLIPHANT.—A Country Gentleman. By Mrs. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Oliphant</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 17, 18, 19. OLIPHANT.—The Literary History of England in the + end of the 18th and beginning of the 19th Century. By Mrs. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Oliphant</span + ></span + >. 3 vols. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 20. ST. JOHNSTON.—Camping among Cannibals. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Alfred St. Johnston</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 21. MURRAY.—Aunt Rachel. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >D. Christie Murray</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 22. YONGE.—Chantry House. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Charlotte M. Yonge</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 23. HARRISON.—The Choice of Books, and other Literary Pieces. + By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Frederic Harrison</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 24. THE AUTHOR OF ‘JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN.’—Miss Tommy: A + Medieval Romance. By the author of ‘<span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >John Halifax, Gentleman</span + ></span + >.’ + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 25. MALET.—Mrs. Lorimer: A Sketch in Black & White. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Lucas Malet</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 26. CONWAY.—Living or Dead. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Hugh Conway</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 27. OLIPHANT.—Effie Ogilvie. By Mrs. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Oliphant</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 28. HARRISON.—A Northern Lily. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Joanna Harrison</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 29. NORRIS.—My Friend Jim. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >W. E. Norris</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 30. LAWLESS.—Hurrah: a Study. By the Hon. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Emily Lawless</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 31. THE AUTHOR OF ‘JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN.’—King Arthur: Not + a Love Story. By the author of ‘<span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >John Halifax, Gentleman</span + ></span + >.’ + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 32. HARDY.—The Mayor of Casterbridge. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Thomas Hardy</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 33. GRAHAM.—Neæra: a Tale of Ancient Rome. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >John W. Graham</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 34. MADOC—Margaret Jermine. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Fayr Madoc</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 35. YONGE.—A Modern Telemachus. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Charlotte M. Yonge</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 36. SHORTHOUSE.—Sir Percival. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >J. Henry Shorthouse</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 37. OLIPHANT.—A House Divided against Itself. By Mrs. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Oliphant</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 38. THE AUTHOR OF ‘JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN.’—About Money, and + other Things. By the author of ‘<span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >John Halifax, Gentleman</span + ></span + >.’ + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 39. BLACK.—The Strange Adventures of a Phaeton. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >William Black</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 40. ARNOLD.—Essays in Criticism. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Matthew Arnold</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 41. HUGHES.—Tom Brown’s Schooldays. By an + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps">Old Boy</span></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 42. YONGE.—The Dove in the Eagle’s Nest. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Charlotte M. Yonge</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 43. OLIPHANT.—A Beleaguered City. By Mrs. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Oliphant</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 44. MORLEY.—Critical Miscellanies. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >John Morley</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 45. BRET HARTE.—A Millionaire of Rough-and-Ready, etc. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Bret Harte</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 46. CRAWFORD.—Saracinesca. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. Marion Crawford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 47. VELEY.—A Garden of Memories: and other Stories. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Margaret Veley</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 48. BLACK.—Sabina Zembra. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >William Black</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 49. HARDY.—The Woodlanders. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Thomas Hardy</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 50. DILLWYN.—Jill. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >E. A. Dillwyn</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 51. DILLWYN.—Jill and Jack. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >E. A Dillwyn</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 52. WESTBURY.—Frederick Hazzleden. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Hugh Westbury</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 53, 54. The New Antigone: A Romance. 2 vols. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 55. BRET HARTE.—The Crusade of the ‘Excelsior.’ By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Bret Harte</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 56. CUNNINGHAM.—The Cœruleans: A Vacation Idyll. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >H. S. Cunningham</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 57, 58. HARTLEY.—Ismay’s Children. By Mrs. + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Noel Hartley</span + ></span + >. 2 vols. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 59. CRAWFORD.—Zoroaster. By + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >F. Marion Crawford</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + 60. NOEL.—Hithersea Mere. By Lady + <span class="tei tei-hi" + ><span style="font-variant: small-caps" + >Augusta Noel</span + ></span + >. + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 1em"> + *<span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="vertical-align: sub">*</span></span + >* + <span class="tei tei-hi" style="text-align: center" + ><span style="font-style: italic" + >Other Volumes to follow.</span + ></span + > + </p> + </div> + <div class="tei tei-div" style="margin-bottom: 5em; margin-top: 5em"> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <div + class="tei tei-div" + id="footnotes" + style="margin-bottom: 4em; margin-top: 4em" + > + <a id="toc92"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + margin-top: 3.46em; + text-align: center; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">Footnotes</span> + </h1> + <dl class="tei tei-list-footnotes"> + <dt class="tei tei-notelabel"> + <a href="#noteref_1" id="note_1">1.</a> + </dt> + <dd class="tei tei-notetext"> + The ‘Clavus’ was a very distinctive token in the later Roman + days. The ‘Latus Clavus’ was a broad purple band running down + the centre of the tunic; it was worn only by senators. The + ‘Clavus Angustus,’ as described above, was a sign of equestrian + rank. A senator retiring from office changed the former for the + latter. + </dd> + <dt class="tei tei-notelabel"> + <a href="#noteref_2" id="note_2">2.</a> + </dt> + <dd class="tei tei-notetext"> + About £500,000, or half a million of money. + </dd> + <dt class="tei tei-notelabel"> + <a href="#noteref_3" id="note_3">3.</a> + </dt> + <dd class="tei tei-notetext">Nearly £90,000.</dd> + </dl> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + <div + class="boxed tei tei-div" + style="margin-bottom: 5em; margin-top: 5em" + > + <a id="pdf93"></a><a id="toc94"></a> + <h1 + class="tei tei-head" + style=" + text-align: center; + margin-top: 3.46em; + margin-bottom: 3.46em; + " + > + <span style="font-size: 173%">Transcriber’s Note</span> + </h1> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + The table of contents, which was not present in the original book, + has been added to the electronic version. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Variations in spelling and hyphenation have not been changed. + </p> + <p class="tei tei-p" style="margin-bottom: 1em"> + Following changes have been made to the text: + </p> + <table + class="tei tei-list" + style="margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em" + > + <tbody> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr045">page 45</a>, quote mark + added before <span class="tei tei-q">“I act”</span>, period + changed to comma after + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr045b" + ><span class="tei tei-q">“answer”</span></a + > + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr062">page 62</a>, period + changed to comma after <span class="tei tei-q">“patron”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr073">page 73</a>, quote mark + added after <span class="tei tei-q">“Pretorians?”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr107">page 107</a>, comma + added after <span class="tei tei-q">“freedman”</span>, quote + mark added before + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr107b" + ><span class="tei tei-q">“See”</span></a + > + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr110">page 110</a>, quote + mark added after <span class="tei tei-q">“goddess.”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr233">page 233</a>, quote + mark added after <span class="tei tei-q">“but——”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr246">page 246</a>, period + added after <span class="tei tei-q">“look”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr259">page 259</a>, quote + mark added after <span class="tei tei-q">“aristocrat.”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr289">page 289</a>, quote + mark added after <span class="tei tei-q">“not!”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr319">page 319</a>, quote + mark added after + <span class="tei tei-q">“requirements,”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr364">page 364</a>, + <span class="tei tei-q">“scrunity”</span> changed to + <span class="tei tei-q">“scrutiny”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr376">page 376</a>, + <span class="tei tei-q">“to”</span> added before + <span class="tei tei-q">“proceed”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr394">page 394</a>, quote + mark added after <span class="tei tei-q">“nephew.”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr415">page 415</a>, quote + mark added after <span class="tei tei-q">“Fabricius,”</span> + </td> + </tr> + <tr class="tei tei-labelitem"> + <th class="tei tei-label"></th> + <td class="tei tei-item"> + <a class="tei tei-ref" href="#corr418">page 418</a>, + <span class="tei tei-q">“things”</span> changed to + <span class="tei tei-q">“thing”</span> + </td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + </div> + <hr class="doublepage" /> + </div> + </div> + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 47571 ***</div> + </body> +</html> |