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+THE EMPEROR, Part 1.
+
+By Georg Ebers
+
+Volume 1.
+
+
+Translated by Clara Bell
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+It is now fourteen years since I planned the story related in these
+volumes, the outcome of a series of lectures which I had occasion to
+deliver on the period of the Roman dominion in Egypt.  But the pleasures
+of inventive composition were forced to give way to scientific labors,
+and when I was once more at leisure to try my wings with increase of
+power I felt more strongly urged to other flights.  Thus it came to pass
+that I did I not take the time of Hadrian for the background of a tale
+till after I had dealt with the still later period of the early monastic
+move in "Homo Sum."  Since finishing that romance my old wish to depict,
+in the form of a story, the most important epoch of the history of that
+venerable nation to which I have devoted nearly a quarter century of my
+life, has found its fulfilment.  I have endeavored to give a picture of
+the splendor of the Pharaonic times in "Uarda," of the subjection of
+Egypt to the new Empire of the Persians in "An Egyptian Princess," of the
+Hellenic period under the Lagides in "The Sisters," of the Roman dominion
+and the early growth of Christianity in "The Emperor," and of the
+anchorite spirit--in the deserts and rocks of the Sinaitic Peninsula--in
+"Homo Sum."  Thus the present work is the last of which the scene will be
+laid in Egypt.  This series of romances will not only have introduced the
+reader to a knowledge of the history of manners and culture in Egypt, but
+will have facilitated his comprehension of certain dominant ideas which
+stirred the mind of the Ancients.  How far I may have succeeded in
+rendering the color of the times I have described and in producing
+pictures that realize the truth, I myself cannot venture to judge; for
+since even present facts are differently reflected in different minds,
+this must be still more emphatically the case with things long since past
+and half-forgotten.  Again and again, when historical investigation has
+refused to afford me the means of resuscitating some remotely ancient
+scene, I have been obliged to take counsel of imagination and remember
+the saying that 'the Poet must be a retrospective Seer,' and could allow
+my fancy to spread her wings, while I remained her lord and knew the
+limits up to which I might permit her to soar.  I considered it my lawful
+privilege to paint much that was pure invention, but nothing that was not
+possible at the period I was representing.  A due regard for such
+possibility has always set the bounds to fancy's flight; wherever
+existing authorities have allowed me to be exact and faithful I have
+always been so, and the most distinguished of my fellow-professors in
+Germany, England, France and Holland, have more than once borne witness
+to this.  But, as I need hardly point out, poetical and historical truth
+are not the same thing; for historical truth must remain, as far as
+possible, unbiassed by the subjective feeling of the writer, while
+poetical truth can only find expression through the medium of the
+artist's fancy.
+
+As in my last two romances, so in "The Emperor," I have added no notes:
+I do this in the pleasant conviction of having won the confidence of my
+readers by my historical and other labors.  Nothing has encouraged me to
+fresh imaginative works so much as the fact that through these romances
+the branch of learning that I profess has enlisted many disciples whose
+names are now mentioned with respect among Egyptologists.  Every one who
+is familiar with the history of Hadrian's time will easily discern by
+trifling traits from what author or from which inscription or monument
+the minor details have been derived, and I do not care to interrupt the
+course of the narrative and so spoil the pleasure of the larger class of
+readers.  It would be a happiness to me to believe that this tale
+deserves to be called a real work of art, and, as such, its first
+function should be to charm and elevate the mind.  Those who at the same
+time enrich their knowledge by its study ought not to detect the fact
+that they are learning.
+
+Those who are learned in the history of Alexandria under the Romans may
+wonder that I should have made no mention of the Therapeutai on Lake
+Mareotis.  I had originally meant to devote a chapter to them, but Luca's
+recent investigations led me to decide on leaving it unwritten.  I have
+given years of study to the early youth of Christianity, particularly in
+Egypt, and it affords me particular satisfaction to help others to
+realize how, in Hadrian's time, the pure teaching of the Saviour, as yet
+little sullied by the contributions of human minds, conquered--and could
+not fail to conquer--the hearts of men.  Side by side with the triumphant
+Faith I have set that noble blossom of Greek life and culture--Art which
+in later ages, Christianity absorbed in order to dress herself in her
+beautiful forms.  The statues and bust of Antinous which remain to us of
+that epoch, show that the drooping tree was still destined to put forth
+new leaves under Hadrian's rule.
+
+The romantic traits which I have attributed to the character of my hero,
+who travelled throughout the world, climbing mountains to rejoice in the
+splendor of he rising sun, are authentic.  One of the most difficult
+tasks I have ever set myself was to construct from the abundant but
+essentially contradictory accounts of Hadian a human figure in which I
+could myself at all believe; still, how gladly I set to work to do so!
+There was much to be considered in working out this narraive, but the
+story itself has flowed straight from the ieart of the writer; I can only
+hope it may find its way to that of the reader.
+
+     LEIPZIG, November, 1880.
+
+                                        GEORG EBERS.
+
+
+
+
+THE EMPEROR.
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+The morning twilight had dawned into day, and the sun had risen on the
+first of December of the year of our Lord 129, but was still veiled by
+milk-white mists which rose from the sea, and it was cold.
+
+Kasius, a mountain of moderate elevation, stands on a tongue of land that
+projects from the coast between the south of Palestine and Egypt.  It is
+washed on the north by the sea which, on this day, is not gleaming, as is
+its wont, in translucent ultramarine; its more distant depths slowly
+surge in blue-black waves, while those nearer to shore are of quite a
+different hue, and meet their sisters that lie nearer to the horizon in a
+dull greenish-grey, as dusty plains join darker lava beds.  The
+northeasterly wind, which had risen as the sun rose, now blew more
+keenly, wreaths of white foam rode on the crests of the waves, though
+these did not beat wildly and stormily on the mountain-foot, but rolled
+heavily to the shore in humped ridges, endlessly long, as if they were of
+molten lead.  Still the clear bright spray splashed up when the gulls
+dipped their pinions in the water as they floated above it, hither and
+thither, restless and uttering shrill little cries, as though driven by
+terror.
+
+Three men were walking slowly along the causeway which led from the top
+of the hill down into the valley, but it was only the eldest, who walked
+in front of the other two, who gave any heed to the sky, the sea, the
+gulls, and the barren plain that lay silent at his feet.  He stopped, and
+as soon as he did so, the others followed his example.  The landscape
+below him seemed to rivet his gaze, and it justified the disapproval with
+which he gently shook his head, which was somewhat sunk into his beard.
+A narrow strip of desert stretched westward before him as far as the eye
+could reach, dividing two levels of water.  Along this natural dyke a
+caravan was passing, and the elastic feet of the camels fell noiselessly
+on the road they trod.  The leader, wrapped in his white mantle, seemed
+asleep, and the camel-drivers to be dreaming; the dull-colored eagles
+by the road-side did not stir at their approach.  To the right of the
+stretch of flat coast along which the road ran from Syria to Egypt, lay
+the gloomy sea, overhung by grey clouds; to the left lay the desert, a
+strange and mysterious feature in the landscape, of which the eye could
+not see the end, either to the east or to the west, and which looked here
+like a stretch of snow, there like standing water, and again like a
+thicket of rushes.
+
+The eldest of our travellers gazed constantly towards heaven or into the
+distance; the second, a slave who carried rugs and cloaks on his broad
+shoulders, never took his eyes off his master; and the third, a young,
+free-man, looked wearily and dreamily down the road.
+
+A broad path, leading to a stately temple, crossed that which led from
+the summit of the mountain to the coast, and the bearded pedestrian
+turned up it; but he followed it only for a few steps, then he turned his
+head with a dissatisfied air, muttered a few unintelligible words into
+his beard, turned round and hastily retraced his steps to the narrow way,
+down which he went towards the valley.  His young companion followed him
+without raising his head or interrupting his reverie, as if he were his
+shadow, but the slave lifted his cropped fair head and a stolen smile
+crossed his lips as on the left hand side of the Kasius road he caught
+sight of a black kid, and close beside it an old woman who, at the
+approach of the three men covered her wrinkled face in alarm with her
+dark blue veil.
+
+"That is the reason then!"  said the slave to himself with a nod, and
+blowing a kiss into the air to a black-haired girl who crouched at the
+old woman's feet.  But she, for whom the greeting was intended, did not
+observe this mute courtship, for her eyes followed the travellers, and
+especially the young man, as if spellbound.  As soon as the three were
+far enough off not to hear her, the girl asked with a shiver, as if some
+desert-spectre had passed by-and in a low voice "Grandmother, who was
+that?"
+
+The old woman raised her veil, laid her hand on her grandchild's mouth,
+and whispered:
+
+"It was he."
+
+"The Emperor?"
+
+The old woman answered with a significant nod, but the girl squeezed
+herself up, against her grandmother, with vehement curiosity stretching
+out her dusky head to see better, and asked softly: "The young one?"
+
+"Silly child!  the one in front with a grey beard."
+
+"He?  Oh, I wish the young one was the Emperor!"
+
+It was in fact Hadrian, the Roman Emperor, who walked on in silence
+before his escort, and it seemed as though his advent had given life to
+the desert, for as he approached the reed-swamp, the kites flew up in the
+air, and from behind a sand-hill on the edge of the broader road which
+Hadrian had avoided, came two men in priestly robes.  They both belonged
+to the temple of Baal of Kariotis, a small structure of solid stone,
+which faced the sea, and which the Emperor had yesterday visited.
+
+"Do you think he has lost his way?"  said one to the other, in the
+Phoenician tongue.
+
+"Hardly," was the answer.  "Master said that he could always find a road
+again by which he had once gone, even in the dark."
+
+"And yet he is gazing more at the clouds than at the road."
+
+"Still, he promised us yesterday."
+
+"He promised nothing for certain," interrupted the other.
+
+"Indeed he did; at parting he called out--and I heard him distinctly:
+'Perhaps I shall return and consult your oracle.'"
+
+"Perhaps."
+
+"I think he said 'probably.'"
+
+"Who knows whether some sign he has seen up in the sky may not have
+turned him back; he is going to the camp by the sea."
+
+"But the banquet is standing ready for him in our great hall."
+
+"He will find what he needs down there.  Come, it is a wretched morning,
+and I am being frozen."
+
+"Wait a little longer-look there."
+
+"What?"
+
+"He does not even wear a hat to cover his grey hair."
+
+"He has never yet been seen to travel with anything on his head."
+
+"And his grey cloak is not very imperial looking."
+
+"He always wears the purple at a banquet."
+
+"Do you know who his walk and appearance remind  me of?"
+
+"Who?"
+
+"Of our late high-priest, Abibaal; he used to walk in that ponderous,
+meditative way, and wear a beard like the Emperor's."
+
+"Yes, yes--and had the same piercing grey eye."
+
+"He too used often to gaze up at the sky.  They have both the same broad
+forehead, too; but Abibaal's nose was more aquiline, and his hair curled
+less closely."
+
+"And our governor's mouth was grave and dignified, while Hadrian's lips
+twitch and curl at all he says and hears, as if he were laughing at it
+all."
+
+"Look, he is speaking now to his favorite--Antonius I think they call the
+pretty boy."
+
+"Antinous, not Antonius.  He picked him up in Bithynia, they say."
+
+"He is a beautiful youth."
+
+"Incomparably beautiful!  What a figure and what a face!  Still, I cannot
+wish that he were my son."
+
+"The Emperor's favorite!"
+
+"For that very reason.  Why, he looks already as if he had tried every
+pleasure, and could never know any farther enjoyment."
+
+                    ............................
+
+On a little level close to the sea-shore, and sheltered by crumbling
+cliffs from the east wind, stood a number of tents.  Between them fires
+were burning, round which were gathered groups of Roman soldiers and
+imperial servants.  Half-naked boys, the children of the fishermen and
+camel-drivers who dwelt in this wilderness, were running busily hither
+and thither, feeding the flames with dry stems of sea-grass and dead
+desert-shrubs; but though the blaze flew high, the smoke did not rise;
+but driven here and there by the squalls of wind, swirled about close to
+the ground in little clouds, like a flock of scattered sheep.  It seemed
+as though it feared to rise in the grey, damp, uninviting atmosphere.
+The largest of the tents, in front of which Roman sentinels paced up and
+down, two and two, on guard, was wide open on the side towards the sea.
+The slaves who came out of the broad door-way with trays on their cropped
+heads-loaded with gold and silver vessels, plates, wine-jars, goblets,
+and the remains of a meal had to hold them tightly with both hands that
+they might not be blown over.
+
+The inside of the tent was absolutely unadorned.  The Emperor lay on a
+couch near the right wall, which was blown in and bulged by the wind; his
+bloodless lips were tightly set, his arms crossed over his breast, and
+his eyes half closed.  But he was not asleep, for he often opened his
+mouth and smacked his lips, as if tasting the flavor of some viand.  From
+time to time he raised his eyelids--long, finely wrinkled, and blue-
+veined--turning his eyes up to heaven or rolling them to one side and
+then downwards towards the middle of the tent.  There, on the skin of a
+huge bear trimmed with blue cloth, lay Hadrian's favorite Antinous.  His
+beautiful head rested on that of the beast, which had been slain by his
+sovereign, and its skull and skin skilfully preserved, his right leg,
+supported on his left knee, he flourished freely in the air, and his
+hands were caressing the Emperor's bloodhound, which had laid its sage-
+looking head on the boy's broad, bare breast, and now and then tried to
+lick his soft lips to show its affection.  But this the youth would not
+allow; he playfully held the beast's muzzle close with his hands or
+wrapped its head in the end of his mantle, which had slipped back from
+his shoulders.
+
+The dog seemed to enjoy the game, but once when Antinous had drawn the
+cloak more tightly round its head and it strove in vain to be free from
+the cloth that impeded its breathing, it set up a loud howl, and this
+doleful cry made the Emperor change his attitude and cast a glance of
+displeasure at the boy lying on the bear-skin, but only a glance, not a
+word of blame.  And soon the expression, even of his eyes, changed, and
+he fixed them on the lads's figure with a gaze of loving contemplation,
+as though it were some noble work of art that he could never tire of
+admiring.  And truly the Immortals had moulded this child of man to such
+a type; every muscle of that throat, that chest, those arms and legs was
+a marvel of softness and of power; no human countenance could be more
+regularly chiselled.  Antinous observing that his master's attention had
+been attracted to his play with the dog, let the animal go and turned his
+large, but not very brilliant, eyes on the Emperor.
+
+"What  are  you doing  here?"  asked Hadrian kindly.
+
+"Nothing," said the boy.
+
+"No one can do nothing.  Even if we fancy we have succeeded in doing
+nothing we still continue to think that we are unoccupied, and to think
+is a good deal."
+
+"But I cannot even think."
+
+Every one can think; besides you were not doing nothing, for you were
+playing."
+
+"Yes, with the dog."  With these words Antinous stretched out his legs on
+the ground, pushed away the dog, and raised his curly head on both hands.
+
+"Are you tired?"  asked the Emperor.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"We both kept watch for an equal portion of the night, and I, who am so
+much older, feel quite wide awake."
+
+"It was only yesterday that you were saying that old soldiers were the
+best for night-watches."
+
+The Emperor nodded, and then said:
+
+"At your age while we are awake we live three times as fast as at mine,
+and so we need to sleep twice as long.  You have every right to be tired.
+To be sure it was not till three hours after midnight that we climbed the
+mountain, and how often a supper party is not over before that."
+
+"It was very cold and uncomfortable up there."
+
+"Not till after the sun had risen."
+
+"Ah!  before that you did not notice it, for till then you were busy
+thinking of the stars."
+
+"And you only of yourself--very true."
+
+"I was thinking of your health too when that cold wind rose before Helios
+appeared."
+
+"I was obliged to await his rising."
+
+"And can you discern future events by the way and manner of the rising of
+the sun?"
+
+Hadrian looked in surprise at the speaker, shook his head in negation,
+looked up at the top of the tent, and after a long pause said, in abrupt
+sentences, with frequent interruptions:
+
+"Day is the present merely, and the future is evolved out of darkness;
+the corn grows from the clods of the field; the rain falls from the
+darkest clouds; a new generation is born of the mother's womb; the limbs
+recover their vigor in sleep.  And what is begotten of the darkness of
+death--who can tell?"
+
+When, after saying this, the Emperor had remained for some time silent,
+the youth asked him:
+
+"But if the sunrise teaches you nothing concerning the future why should
+you so often break your night's rest and climb the mountain to see it?"
+
+"Why?  Why?"  repeated Hadrian, slowly and meditatively, stroking his
+grizzled beard; then he went on as if speaking to himself:
+
+"That is a question which reason fails to answer, before which my lips
+find no words; and, if I had them at my command, who among the rabble
+would understand me?  Such questions can best be answered by means of
+parables.  Those who take part in life are actors, and the world is their
+stage.  He who wants to look tall on it wears the cothurnus, and is not a
+mountain the highest vantage ground that a man can find for the sole of
+his foot?  Kasius there is but a hill, but I have stood on greater giants
+than he, and seen the clouds rise below me, like Jupiter on Olympus."
+
+"But you need climb no mountains to feel yourself a god," cried Antinous;
+"the godlike is your title--you command and the world must obey.  With a
+mountain beneath his feet a man is nearer to heaven no doubt than he is
+on the plain."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"I dare not say what came into my mind."
+
+"Speak out."
+
+"I knew a little girl who when I took her on my shoulder would stretch
+out her arms and exclaim, 'I am so tall!' She fancied that she was taller
+than I then, and yet was only little Panthea."
+
+"But in her own conception of herself, it was she who was tall, and that
+decides the issue, for to each of us a thing is only that which it seems
+to us.  It is true they call me godlike, but I feel every day, and a
+hundred times a day, the limitations of the power and nature of man, and
+I cannot get beyond them.  On the top of a mountain I cease to feel them;
+there I feel as if I were great, for nothing is higher than my head, far
+or near.  And when, as I stand there, the night vanishes before my eyes,
+when the splendor of the young sun brings the world into new life for me,
+by restoring to my consciousness all that just before had been engulfed
+in gloom, then a deeper breath swells my breast, and my lungs fill with
+the purer and lighter air of the heights.  Up there, alone and in
+silence, no hint can reach me of the turmoil below, and I feel myself one
+with the great aspect of nature spread before me.  The surges of the sea
+come and go, the tree-tops in the forest bow and rise, fog and mist roll
+away and part asunder hither and thither, and up there I feel myself so
+merged with the creation that surrounds me that often it even seems as
+though it were my own breath that gives it life.  Like the storks and the
+swallows, I yearn for the distant land, and where should the human eye be
+more likely to be permitted, at least in fancy, to discern the remote
+goal than from the summit of a mountain?
+
+"The limitless distance which the spirit craves for seems there to assume
+a form tangible to the senses, and the eye detects its border line.  My
+whole being feels not merely elevated, but expanded, and that vague
+longing which comes over me as soon as I mix once more in the turmoil of
+life, and when the cares of state demand my strength, vanishes.  But you
+cannot understand it, boy.  These are things which no other mortal can
+share with me."
+
+"And it is only to me that you do not scorn to reveal them!"  cried
+Antinous, who had turned round to face the Emperor, and who with wide
+eyes had not lost one word.
+
+"You?"  said Hadrian, and a smile, not absolutely free from mockery,
+parted his lips.  "From you I should no more have a secret than from the
+Cupid by Praxiteles, in my study at Rome."
+
+The blood mounted to the lad's cheeks and dyed them flaming crimson.  The
+Emperor observed this and said kindly:
+
+"You are more to me than the statue, for the marble cannot blush.  In the
+time of the Athenians Beauty governed life, but in you I can see that the
+gods are pleased to give it a bodily existence, even in our own days, and
+to look at you reconciles me to the discords of existence.  It does me
+good.  But how should I expect to find that you understand me; your brow
+was never made to be furrowed by thought; or did you really understand
+one word of all I said?"
+
+Antinous propped himself on his left arm, and lifting his right hand, he
+said emphatically:
+
+"Yes."
+
+"And which," asked Hadrian.
+
+"I know what longing is."
+
+"For what?"
+
+"For many things."
+
+"Tell me one."
+
+"Some enjoyment that is not followed by depression.  I do not know of
+one."
+
+"That is a desire you share with all the youth of Rome, only they are apt
+to postpone the reaction.  Well, and what next?"
+
+"I cannot tell you."
+
+"What prevents your speaking openly to me?"
+
+"You, yourself did."
+
+"I?"
+
+"Yes, you; for you forbid me to speak of my home, my mother, and my
+people."
+
+The Emperor's brow darkened, and he answered sternly:
+
+"I am your father and your whole soul should be given to me."
+
+"It is all yours," answered the youth, falling back on to the bear-skin,
+and drawing the pallima closely over his shoulders, for a gust blew
+coldly in at the side of the tent, through which Phlegon, the Emperor's
+private secretary, now entered and approached his master.  He was
+followed by a slave with several sealed rolls under his arms.
+
+"Will it be agreeable to you, Caesar, to consider the despatches and
+letters that have just arrived?"  asked the official, whose carefully-
+arranged hair had been tossed by the sea-breeze.
+
+"Yes, and then we can make a note of what I was able to observe in the
+heavens last night.  Have you the tablets ready?"
+
+"I left them in the tent set up especially for the work, Caesar."
+
+"The storm has become very violent."
+
+"It seems to blow from the north and east both at once, and the sea is
+very rough.  The Empress will have a bad voyage."
+
+"When did she set out?"
+
+"The anchor was weighed towards midnight.  The vessel which is to fetch
+her to Alexandria is a fine ship, but rolls from side to side in a very
+unpleasant manner."
+
+Hadrian laughed loudly and sharply at this, and said:
+
+"That will turn her heart and her stomach upside down.  I wish I were
+there to see--but no, by all the gods, no! for she will certainly forget
+to paint this morning; and who will construct that edifice of hair if all
+her ladies share her fate.  We will stay here to-day, for if I meet her
+soon after she has reached Alexandria she will be undiluted gall and
+vinegar."
+
+With these words Hadrian rose from his couch, and waving his hand to
+Antinous, went out of the tent with his secretary.
+
+A third person standing at the back of the tent had heard the Emperor's
+conversation with his favorite; this was Mastor, a Sarmatian of the race
+of the Taryges.  He was a slave, and no more worthy of heed than the dog
+which had followed Hadrian, or than the pillows on which the Emperor had
+been reclining.  The man, who was handsome and well grown, stood for some
+time twisting the ends of his long red moustache, and stroking his round,
+closely-cropped head with his bands; then he drew the open chiton
+together over his broad breast, which seemed to gleam from the remarkable
+whiteness of the skin.  He never took his eyes off Antinous, who had
+turned over, and covering his face with his hands had buried them in the
+bear's hairy mane.
+
+Mastor had something he wanted to say to him, but he dared not address
+him for the young favorite's demeanor could not be reckoned on.  Often he
+was ready to listen to him and talk with him as a friend, but often, too,
+he repulsed him more sharply than the haughtiest upstart would repel the
+meanest of his servants.  At last the slave took courage and called the
+lad by his name, for it seemed less hard to submit to a scolding than to
+smother the utterance of a strong, warm feeling, unimportant as it might
+be, which was formed in words in his mind.  Antinous raised his head a
+little on his hands and asked:
+
+"What is it?"
+
+"I only wanted to tell you," replied the Sarmatian, "that I know who the
+little girl was that you so often took upon your shoulders.  It was your
+little sister, was it not, of whom you were speaking to me lately?"
+
+The lad nodded assent, and then once more buried his head in his hands,
+and his shoulders heaved so violently that it would seem that he was
+weeping.--Mastor remained silent for a few minutes, then he went up to
+Antinous and said:
+
+"You know I have a son and a little daughter at home, and I am always
+glad to hear about little girls.  We are alone and if it will relieve
+your heart."
+
+"Let me alone, I have told you a dozen times already about my mother and
+little Parthea," replied Antinous, trying to look composed.
+
+"Then do so confidently for the thirteenth," said the slave.  "In the
+camp and in the kitchen I can talk about my people as much as I like.
+But you--tell me, what do you call the little dog that Panthea made a
+scarlet cloak for?"
+
+"We called it Kallista," cried Antinous wiping his eyes with the back
+of his hand.  "My father would not allow it but we persuaded my mother.
+I was her favorite, and when I put my arms round her and looked at her
+imploringly she always said 'yes' to anything I asked her."
+
+A bright light shone in the boy's weary eyes; he had remembered a whole
+wealth of joys which left no depression behind them.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+One of the palaces built in Alexandria by the Ptolemaic kings stood on
+the peninsula called Lochias which stretched out into the blue sea like a
+finger pointing northwards; it formed the eastern boundary of the great
+harbor.  Here there was never any lack of vessels but to-day they were
+particularly numerous, and the quay-road paved with smooth blocks of
+stone, which led from the palatial quarter of the town--the Bruchiom as
+it was called--which was bathed by the sea, to the spit of land was so
+crowded with curious citizens on foot and in vehicles, that all
+conveyances were obliged to stop in their progress before they had
+reached the private harbor reserved for the Emperor's vessels.
+
+But there was something out of the common to be seen at the landing-
+place, for there lying under the shelter of the high mole were the
+splendid triremes, galleys, long boats and barges which had brought
+Hadrian's wife and the suite of the imperial couple to Alexandria.  A
+very large vessel with a particularly high cabin on the after deck and
+having the head of a she-wolf on the lofty and boldly-carved prow excited
+the utmost attention.  It was carved entirely in cedar wood, richly
+decorated with bronze and ivory, and named the Sabina.  A young
+Alexandrian pointed to the name written in gold letters on the stern,
+nudging his companion and saying with a laugh:
+
+"Sabina has a wolf's head then!"
+
+"A peacock's would suit her better.  Did you see her on her way to the
+Caesareum?"  replied the other.
+
+"Alas!  I did," said the first speaker, but he said no more perceiving,
+close behind him, a Roman lictor who bore over his left shoulder his
+fasces, a bundle of elmrods skilfully tied together, and who, with a wand
+in his right-hand and the assistance of his comrades, was endeavoring to
+part the crowd and make room for the chariot of his master, Titianus, the
+imperial prefect, which came slowly in the rear.  This high official had
+overheard the citizens' heedless words, and turning to the man who stood
+beside him, while with a light fling he threw the end of his toga into
+fresh folds, he said:
+
+"An extraordinary people!  I cannot feel annoyed with them, and yet I
+would rather walk from here to Canopus on the edge of a knife than on
+that of an Alexandrian's tongue."
+
+"Did you hear what the stout man was saying about Verus?"
+
+"The lictor wanted to take him up, but nothing is to be done with them
+by violence.  If they had to pay only a sesterce for every venomous word,
+I tell you Pontius, the city would be impoverished and our treasury would
+soon be fuller than that of Gyges at Sardis."
+
+"Let them keep their money," cried the other, the chief architect of the
+city, a man of about thirty years of age with highly-arched brows and
+eager piercing eyes; and grasping the roll he held in his hand with a
+strong grip, he continued:
+
+"They know how to work, and sweat is bitter.  While they are busy they
+help each other, in idleness they bite each other, like unbroken horses
+harnessed to the same pole.  The wolf is a fine brute, but if you break
+out his teeth he becomes a mangy hound."
+
+"You speak after my own heart," cried the prefect.  "But here we are,
+eternal gods!  I never imagined anything so bad as this.  From a distance
+it always looked handsome enough!"
+
+Titianus and the architect descended from the chariot, the former desired
+a lictor to call the steward of the palace, and then he and his companion
+inspected first the door which led into it.  It looked fine enough with
+its double columns which supported a lofty pediment, but, all the same,
+it did not present a particularly pleasing aspect, for the stucco had, in
+several places, fallen from the walls, the capitals of the marble columns
+were lamentably injured and the tall doors, overlaid with metal, hung
+askew on their hinges.  Pontius inspected every portion of the door-way
+with a keen eye and then, with the prefect, went into the first court of
+the palace, in which, in the time of the Ptolemies, the tents had stood
+for ambassadors, secretaries, and the officers in waiting on the king.
+There they met with an unexpected hindrance, for across the paved court-
+yard, where the grass grew in tufts, and tall thistles were in bloom, a
+number of ropes were stretched aslant from the little house in which
+dwelt the gate-keeper; and on these ropes were hung newly-washed garments
+of every size and shape.
+
+"A pretty residence for an Emperor," sighed Titianus, shrugging his
+shoulders, but stopping the lictor, who had raised his fasces to cut the
+ropes.
+
+"It is not so bad as it looks," said the architect positively.  "Gate-
+keeper!  hi, gate-keeper!  Where is the lazy fellow hiding himself?"
+
+While he called out and the lictor hurried forward into the interior of
+the palace, Pontius went towards the gate-keeper's lodge, and having made
+his way in a stooping attitude through the damp clothes, there he stood
+still.  Ever since he had come in at the gate annoyance and vexation had
+been stamped on his countenance, but now his large mouth spread into a
+smile, and he called to the prefect in an undertone:
+
+"Titianus, just take the trouble to come here."
+
+The elderly dignitary, whose tall figure exceeded that of the architect
+in height by a full head, did not find it quite so easy to pass under the
+ropes with his head bent down; but he did it with good humor, and while
+carefully avoiding pulling down the wet linen, he called out:
+
+"I am beginning to feel some respect for children's shirts; one can at
+any rate get through them without breaking one's spine.  Oh!  this is
+delicious--quite delicious!"
+
+This exclamation was caused by the sight which the architect had invited
+the prefect to come and enjoy, and which was certainly droll enough.  The
+front of the gate-keeper's house was quite grown over with ivy which
+framed the door and window in its long runners.  Amidst the greenery hung
+numbers of cages with starlings, blackbirds, and smaller singing-birds.
+The wide door of the little house stood open, giving a view into a
+tolerably spacious and gaily-painted room.  In the background stood a
+clay model of an Apollo of admirable workmanship; above, and near this,
+the wall was hung with lutes and lyres of various size and form.
+
+In the middle of the room, and near the open door, was a table, on which
+stood a large wicker cage containing several nests of young goldfinches,
+and with green food twined among the osiers.  There were, too, a large
+wine-jar and an ivory goblet decorated with fine carving.  Close to the
+drinking-vessels, on the stone top of the table, rested the arm of an
+elderly woman who had fallen asleep in the arm-chair in which she sat.
+Notwithstanding the faint grey moustache that marked her upper-lip and
+the pronounced ruddiness of her fore head and cheeks, she looked pleasant
+and kind.  She must have been dreaming of something that pleased her, for
+the expression of her lips and of her eyes-one being half open and the
+other closely shut-gave her a look of contentment.  In her lap slept a
+large grey cat, and by its side--as though discord never could enter this
+bright little abode which exhaled no savor of poverty, but, on the
+contrary, a peculiar and fragrant scent--lay a small shaggy dog, whose
+snowy whiteness of coat could only be due to the most constant care.  Two
+other dogs, like this one, lay stretched on the floor at the old lady's
+feet, and seemed no less soundly asleep.
+
+As the prefect came up, the architect pointed to this study of still-
+life, and said in a whisper:
+
+"If we had a painter here it would make a lovely little picture."
+
+"Incomparable," answered Titianus, "only the vivid scarlet on the dame's
+cheeks seems to me suspicious, considering the ample proportions of the
+wine-jar at her elbow."
+
+"But did you ever see a calmer, kindlier, or more contented countenance?"
+
+"Baucis must have slept like that when Philemon allowed himself leave of
+absence for once! or did that devoted spouse always remain at home?"
+
+"Apparently he did.  Now, peace is at an end."  The approach of the two
+friends had waked one of the little dogs.  He gave tongue, and his
+companion immediately jumped up and barked as if for a wager.  The old
+woman's pet sprang out of her lap, but neither his mistress nor the cat
+let themselves be disturbed by the noise, and slept on.
+
+"A watcher among a thousand!"  said the architect, laughing.
+
+"And this phalanx of dogs which guard the palace of a Caesar," added
+Titianus, "might be vanquished with a blow.  Take heed, the worthy matron
+is about to wake."
+
+The dame had in fact been disturbed by the barking.  She sat up a little,
+lifted her hands, and then, half singing, half muttering a few words, she
+sank back again in her chair.
+
+"This is delicious!"  cried the prefect.
+
+"Begone dull care" she sang in her sleep.
+
+"How may this rare specimen of humanity look when she is awake?"
+
+"I should be sorry to drive the old lady out of her nest!"  said the
+architect unrolling his scroll.
+
+"You shall touch nothing in the little house," cried the prefect eagerly.
+"I know Hadrian; he delights in such queer things and queer people, and I
+will wager he will make friends with the old woman in his own way.  Here
+at last comes the steward of this palace."
+
+The prefect was not mistaken; the hasty step he had heard was that of the
+official they awaited.  At some little distance they could already hear
+the man, panting as he hurried up, and as he came, before Titianus could
+prevent him, he had snatched down the cords that were stretched across
+the court and flung all the washing on the ground.  As soon as the
+curtain had thus dropped which had divided him from the Emperor's
+representative and his companion, he bowed to the former as low as the
+rotund dimensions of his person would allow; but his hasty arrival, the
+effort of strength he had made, and his astonishment at the appearance of
+the most powerful personage in the Nile Province in the building
+entrusted to his care, so utterly took away his breath--of which he at
+all times was but "scant"--that he was unable even to stammer out a
+suitable greeting.  Titianus gave him a little time, and then, after
+expressing his regret at the sad plight of the washing, now strewn upon
+the ground, and mentioning to the steward the name and position of his
+friend Pontius, he briefly explained to him that the Emperor wished to
+take up his abode in the palace now in his charge; that he--Titianus--was
+cognizant of the bad condition in which it then was, and had come to take
+council with him and the architect as to what could be done in the course
+of a few days to make the dilapidated residence habitable for Hadrian,
+and to repair, at any rate, the more conspicuous damage.  He then desired
+the steward to lead him through the rooms.
+
+"Directly--at once," answered the Greek, who had attained his present
+ponderous dimensions through many years of rest: "I will hasten to fetch
+the keys."  And as he went, puffing and panting, he re-arranged with his
+short, fat fingers the still abundant hair on the right side of his head.
+Pontius looked after him.
+
+"Call him back, Titianus," said he.  "We disturbed him in the midst of
+curling his hair; only one side was done when the lictor called him away,
+and I will wager my own head that he will have the other side frizzled
+before he comes back.  I know your true Greek!"
+
+"Well, let him," answered Titianus.  "If you have taken his measure
+rightly he will not be able to give his attention without reserve to our
+questions till the other half of his hair is curled.  I know, too, how to
+deal with a Hellene."
+
+"Better than I, I perceive," said the architect in a tone of conviction.
+"A statesman is used to deal with men as we do with lifeless materials.
+Did you see the fat fellow turn pale when you said that it would be but a
+few days before the Emperor would make his entry here?  Things must look
+well in the old house there.  Every hour is precious, and we have
+lingered here too long."
+
+The prefect nodded agreement and followed the architect into the inner
+court of the palace.  How grand and well-proportioned was the plan of
+this immense building through which the steward Keraunus, who returned
+with his fine curls complete all round, now led the Romans.  It stood on
+an artificial hill in the midst of the peninsula of Lochias, and from
+many a window and many a balcony there were lovely prospects of the
+streets and open squares, the houses, palaces and public buildings of the
+metropolis, and of the harbor, swarming with ships.  The outlook from
+Lochias was rich, gay and varied to the south and west, but east and
+north from the platform of the palace of the Ptolemies, the gaze fell on
+the never-wearying prospect of the eternal sea, limited only by the vault
+of heaven.  When Hadrian had sent a special messenger from Mount Kasius
+to desire his prefect Titianus to have this particular building prepared
+for his reception, he knew full well what advantages its position
+offered; it was the part of his officials to restore order in the
+interior of the palace, which had remained uninhabited from the time of
+Cleopatra's downfall.  He gave them for the purpose eight, or perhaps
+nine, days--little more than a week.  And in what a condition did
+Titianus and Pontius find this now dilapidated and plundered scene of
+former magnificence--the sweat pouring from their foreheads with their
+exertions as they inspected and sketched, questioned and made notes of it
+all.
+
+The pillars and steps in the interior were tolerably well preserved, but
+the rain had poured in through the open roofs of the banqueting and
+reception-lulls, the fine mosaic pavements had started here and there,
+and in other places a perfect little meadow had grown in the midst of a
+hall, or an arcade; for Octavianus Augustus, Tiberius, Vespasian, Titus
+and a whole series of prefects, had already carefully removed the finest
+of the mosaics from the famous palace of the Ptolemies, and carried them
+to Rome or to the provinces, to decorate their town houses or country
+villas.  In the same way the best of the statues were gone, with which a
+few centuries previously the art-loving Lagides had decorated this
+residence--besides which they had another, still larger, on the Bruchiom.
+
+In the midst of a vast marbled hall stood an elegantly-wrought fountain,
+connected with the fine aqueduct of the city.  A draught of air rushed
+through this hall, and in stormy weather switched the water all over the
+floor, now robbed of its mosaics, and covered, wherever the foot could
+tread, with a thin, dark green, damp and slippery coating of mossy plants
+and slime.  It was here that Keraunus leaned breathless against the wall,
+and, wiping his brow, panted rather than said: "At last, this is the
+end!"
+
+The words sounded as if he meant his own end and not that of their
+excursion through the palace, and it seemed like a mockery of the man
+himself when Pontius unhesitatingly replied with decision:
+
+"Good, then we can begin our re-examination here, at once."
+
+Keraunus did not contradict him, but, as he remembered the number of
+stairs to be climbed over again, he looked as if sentence of death had
+been passed upon him.
+
+"Is it necessary that I should remain with you during the rest of your
+labors, which must be principally directed to details?"  asked the
+prefect of the architect.
+
+"No," answered Pontius, "provided you will take the trouble to look at
+once at my plan, so as to inform yourself on the whole of what I propose,
+and to give me full powers to dispose of men and means in each case as it
+arises."
+
+"That is granted," said Titianus.  "I know that Pontius will not demand a
+man or a sesterce more or less than is needed for the purpose."
+
+The architect bowed in silence and Titianus went on.
+
+"But above all things, do you think you can accomplish your task in eight
+days and nine nights?"
+
+"Possibly, at a pinch; and if I could only have four days more at my
+disposal, most probably."
+
+"Then all that is needed is to delay Hadrian's arrival by four days and
+nights."
+
+"Send some interesting people--say the astronomer Ptolemaeus, and
+Favorinus, the sophist, who await him here--to meet him at Pelusium.
+They will find some way of detaining him there."
+
+"Not a bad idea!  We will see.  But who can reckon on the Empress's
+moods?  At any rate, consider that you have only eight days to dispose
+of."
+
+"Good."
+
+"Where do you hope to be able to lodge Hadrian?"
+
+"Well, a very small portion of the old building is, strictly speaking,
+fit to use."
+
+"Of that, I regret to say, I have fully convinced myself," said the
+prefect emphatically, and turning to the steward, he went on in a tone
+less of stern reproof than of regret.
+
+"It seems to me, Keraunus, that it would have been your duty to inform me
+earlier of the ruinous condition of the building."
+
+"I have already lodged a complaint," replied the man, "but I was told in
+answer to my report that there were no means to apply to the purpose."
+
+"I know nothing of these things," cried Titianus.
+
+"When did you forward your petition to the prefect's office?"
+
+"Under your predecessor, Haterius Nepos."
+
+"Indeed," said the prefect with a drawl.
+
+"So long ago.  Then, in your place, I should have repeated my application
+every year, without any reference to the appointment of a new prefect.
+However, we have now no time for talking.  During the Emperor's residence
+here, I shall very likely send one of my subordinates to assist you!"
+
+Titianus turned his back on the steward, and asked the architect:
+
+"Well, my good Pontius, what part of the palace have you your eye upon?"
+
+"The inner halls and rooms are in the best repair."
+
+"But they are the last that can be thought of," cried Titianus.  "The
+Emperor is satisfied with everything in camp, but where fresh air and a
+distant prospect are to be had, he must have them."
+
+"Then let us choose the western suite; hold the plan my worthy friend."
+
+The steward slid as he was desired, the architect took his pencil and
+made a vigorous line in the air above the left side of the sketch,
+saying:
+
+"This is the west front of the palace which you see from the harbor.
+From the south you first come into the lofty peristyle, which may be used
+as an antechamber; it is surrounded with rooms for the slaves and body-
+guard.  The next smaller sitting-rooms by the side of the main corridor
+we may assign to the officers and scribes, in this spacious hypaethral
+hall--the one with the Muses--Hadrian may give audience and the guests
+may assemble there whom he may admit to eat at his table in this broad
+peristyle.  The smaller and well-preserved rooms, along this long passage
+leading to the steward's house, will do for the pages, secretaries and
+other attendants on Caesar's person, and this long saloon, lined with
+fine porphyry and green marble, and adorned with the beautiful frieze
+in bronze will, I fancy, please Hadrian as a study and private
+sitting-room."
+
+"Admirable!"  cried Titianus, "I should like to show your plan to the
+Empress."
+
+"In that case, instead of eight days I must have as many weeks," said
+Pontius coolly.
+
+"That is  true,"  answered  the  prefect laughing.  "But tell me,
+Keraunus, how comes it that the doors are wanting to all the best rooms?"
+
+"They were of fine thyra wood, and they were wanted in Rome."
+
+"I must have seen one or another of them there," muttered the prefect.
+
+"Your cabinet-workers will have a busy time, Pontius."
+
+"Nay, the hanging-makers may be glad; wherever we can we will close the
+door-ways with heavy curtains."
+
+"And what will you do with this damp abode of fogs, which, if I mistake
+not, must adjoin the dining-hall?"
+
+"We will turn it into a garden filled with ornamental foliage."
+
+"That is quite admissable--and the broken statues?"
+
+"We will get rid of the worst."
+
+The Apollo and the nine Muses stand in the room you intend for an
+audience-hall--do they not?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"They are in fairly good condition, I think."
+
+"Urania is wanting entirely," said the steward, who was still holding the
+plan out in front of him.
+
+"And what became of her?"  asked Titianus, not without excitement.
+
+"Your predecessor, the prefect  Haterius Nepos, took a particular fancy
+to it and carried it with him to Rome."
+
+"Why Urania of all others?"  cried Titianus angrily.  She, above all,
+ought not to be missing from the hall of audience of Caesar the pontiff
+of heaven!  What is to be done?"
+
+"It will be difficult to find an Urania ready-made as tall as her
+sisters, and we have no time to search one out, a new one must be made."
+
+"In eight days?"
+
+"And eight nights."
+
+"But my good friend, only to get the marble--"
+
+"Who thinks of marble?  Papias will make us one of straw, rags and
+gypsum--I know his magic hand--and in order that the others may not be
+too unlike their new-born sister they shall be whitewashed."
+
+"Capital--but why choose Papias when we have Harmodius?"
+
+"Harmodius takes art in earnest, and we should have the Emperor here
+before he had completed his sketches.  Papias works with thirty
+assistants at anything that is ordered of him, so long as it brings him
+money.  His last things certainly amaze me, particularly the Hygyeia for
+Dositheus the Jew, and the bust of Plutarch put up in the Caesareum.
+they are full of grace and power.  But who can distinguish what is his
+work and what that of his scholars?  Enough, he knows how things should
+be done; and if a good sum is to be got by it he will hew you out a whole
+sea-fight in marble in five days."
+
+"Then  give Papias the commission  but the hapless mutilated pavements-
+what will you do with them?"
+
+"Gypsum and paint must mend them," said Pontius, "and where that will not
+do, we must lay carpets on the floor in the Eastern fashion.  Merciful
+night! how dark it is growing; give me the plan Keraunus and provide us
+with torches and lamps for to-day, and the next following ones must have
+twenty-four hours apiece, full measure.  I must ask you for half a dozen
+trustworthy slaves Titianus; I shall want them for messengers.  What are
+you standing there for man?  Lights, I said.  You have had half a
+lifetime to rest in, and when Caesar is gone you will have as many more
+years for the same laudable purpose--"
+
+As he spoke the steward had silently gone off, but the architect did not
+spare him the end of the sentence; he shouted after him:
+
+"Unless by that time you are smothered in your own fat.  Is it Nile-mud
+or blood that runs in that huge mortal's veins?"
+
+"I am sure I do not care," said the prefect, "so long as the glorious
+fire that flows in yours only holds out till the work is done.  Do not
+allow yourself to be overworked at first, nor require the impossible of
+your strength, for Rome and the world still expect great things of you.
+I can now write in perfect security to the Emperor that all will be ready
+for him in Lochias, and as a farewell speech, I can only say, it is folly
+to be discouraged if only Pontius is at hand to support and assist me."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+The prefect ordered the lictors, who were awaiting him with his chariot,
+to hasten to his house, and to conduct to Pontius several most worthy
+slaves, familiar with Alexandria--some of whom he named--and at the same
+time to send the architect a good couch with pillows and coverlets, and
+to despatch a good meal and fine wine to the old palace at Lochias.  Then
+he mounted his chariot and drove through the Bruchiom along the shore to
+the great edifice known as the Caesareum.  He got on but slowly, for the
+nearer he approached his destination the denser was the crowd of
+inquisitive citizens, who stood closely packed round the vast
+circumference of the building.  Quite from a distance the prefect could
+see a bright light; it rose to heaven from the large pans of pitch which
+were placed on the towers on each side of the tall gate of the Caesareum
+which faced the sea.  To the right and left of this gate stood a tall
+obelisk, and on each of these, men were lighting lamps which had been
+attached to the sides and placed on the top, on the previous day.
+
+"In honor of Sabina," said the prefect to himself.  "All that this
+Pontius does is thoroughly done, and there is no more complete sinecure
+than the supervision of his arrangements."
+
+Fully persuaded of this he did not think it necessary to go up to the
+illuminated door-way which led into the temple erected by Octavian in
+honor of Julius Caesar; on the contrary, he directed the charioteer to
+stop at a door built in the Egyptian style, which faced the garden of the
+palace of the Ptolemies, and which led to the imperial residence that had
+been built by the Alexandrians for Tiberius, and had been greatly
+extended and beautified under the later Caesars.  A sacred grove divided
+it from the temple of Caesar, with which it communicated by a covered
+colonnade.  Before this door there were several chariots and horses, and
+a whole host of slaves, black and white, were in attendance with their
+masters' litters.  Here lictors kept back the sight-seeking crowd,
+officers were lounging against the pillars, and the Roman guard were just
+assembling with a clatter of arms, to the sound of a trumpet within the
+door, to await their dismissal.
+
+Everything gave way respectfully before the chariot of the prefect, and
+as Titianus walked through the illuminated arcades of the Caesareum,
+passing by the masterpieces of statuary placed there, and the rows of
+pictures--and reached the halls in which the library of the palace was
+kept, he could not help thinking of all the care and trouble which with
+the assistance of Pontius, he had for months devoted to rendering this
+palace which had not been used since Titus had set out for Judaea, fit
+quarters for Hadrian's reception.  The Empress now lived in the rooms
+intended for her husband, and decorated with the choicest works of art,
+and Titianus reflected with regret that, after Sabina had once become
+aware of their presence there, it would be quite impossible to transfer
+them to Lochias.  At the door of the splendid room which he had intended
+for Hadrian he was met by Sabina's chamberlain who undertook to conduct
+him at once into the presence of his mistress.
+
+The roof of the hall in which the prefect found the Empress, in summer
+was open to the sky; but at this season was suitably covered in by a
+movable copper roof, partly to keep off the rain of the Alexandrian
+winter, and partly too because, even in the warmer season Sabina was wont
+to complain of cold; but beneath it a wide opening allowed the air free
+entrance and exit.  As Titianus entered the room a comfortable warmth and
+subtle perfume met his senses; the warmth was produced by stoves of a
+peculiar form standing in the middle of the room; one of these
+represented Vulcan's forge.  Brightly glowing charcoal lay in front of
+the bellows which were worked by an automaton, at short regular
+intervals, while the god and his assistants modelled in brass, stood
+round the genial fire with tongs and hammers.  The other stove was a
+large silver bird's-nest, in which likewise charcoal was burning.  Above
+the glowing fuel a phoenix, also in brass, and in the likeness of an
+eagle, seemed striving to soar heavenwards.  Besides these a number of
+lamps lighted the saloon, which in truth looked too large for the number
+of people assembled in it, and which was lavishly furnished with
+gracefully-formed seats, couches, and tables, vases of flowers and
+statues.
+
+The prefect and Pontius had intended a quite different room to serve for
+smaller assemblies, and had fitted it up suitably for the purpose, but
+the Empress had preferred the great hall to the smaller room.  The
+venerable and nobly-born statesman was filled with vexation, nay, with an
+embarrassment that made him feel estranged, when he had to glance round
+the room to find the persons in it, collected, as they were, into small
+knots.  He could hear nothing but hushed voices; here an unintelligible
+murmur and there a suppressed laugh, but from no one a frank speech or
+full utterance.  For a moment he felt as if he had found admittance to
+the abode of whispering calumny, and yet he knew why here no one dared to
+speak out or above a murmur.  Loud voices hurt the Empress, and a clear
+voice was a misery to her, and yet few men possessed so loud and
+penetrating a chest voice as her husband, who was not wont to lay
+restraint upon himself for any human being, not even for his wife.
+
+Sabina sat on a large divan, more like a couch than a chair; her feet
+were buried in the shaggy fell of a buffalo, and her knees and ankles
+wrapped round with down-cushions covered with silk.  Her head she held
+very upright, and it was difficult to imagine how her slender throat
+could support it, loaded as it was with strings of pearls and precious
+stones which were braided in the tall structure of her reddish-gold hair,
+that was arranged in long cylindrical curls pinned closely side by side.
+The Empress's thin face looked particularly small under the mass of
+natural and artificial adornment which towered above her brow.  Beautiful
+she could never have been, even in her youth, but her features were
+regular, and the prefect confessed to himself as he looked at Sabina's
+face, marked as it was with minute wrinkles and touched up with red and
+white, that the sculptor who a few years previously had been commissioned
+to represent her as 'Venus Victrix' might very well have given the
+goddess a certain amount of resemblance to the imperial model.  If only
+her eyes, which were absolutely bereft of lashes, had not been quite so
+small and keen--in spite of the dark lines painted round them--and if
+only the sinews in her throat had not stood out quite so conspicuously
+from the flesh which formerly had covered them!
+
+With a deep bow Titianus took the Empress's right hand, covered with
+rings; but she withdrew it quickly from that of her husband's friend and
+relative, as if she feared that the carefully-cherished limb--useless as
+it was for any practical purpose, a mere toy among hands--might suffer
+some injury, and wrapped it and her arm in her upper-robe.  But she
+returned the prefect's friendly greeting with all the warmth at her
+command.  Though formerly at Rome she had been accustomed to see Titianus
+every day at her house, this was their first meeting in Alexandria; for
+the previous day, exhausted by the sufferings of her sea-voyage, she had
+been carried in a closed litter to the Caesareum, and this morning she
+had declined to receive his visit, as her whole time was given up to her
+physicians, bathing-women, and coiffeurs.
+
+"How can you survive in this country?" she said in a low but harsh voice,
+which always made the hearer feel that it was that of a dull, fractious,
+childless woman.  "At noon the sun burns you up, and in the evening it is
+so cold--so intolerably cold!'  As she spoke she drew her robe closer
+round her, but Titianus, pointing to the stoves in the middle of the
+hall, said:
+
+"I hoped we had succeeded in cutting the bowstrings of the Egyptian
+winter, and it is but a feeble weapon."
+
+"Still young, still imaginative, still a poet!"  said the Empress
+wearily.  "I saw your wife a couple of hours since.  Africa seems to suit
+her less well; I was shocked to see Julia, the handsome matron, so
+altered.  She does not look well."
+
+"Years are the foe of beauty."
+
+"Frequently they are, but true beauty often resists their attacks."
+
+"You are yourself the living proof of your assertion."
+
+"That is as much as to say that I am growing old."
+
+"Nay--only that you know the secret of remaining beautiful."
+
+"You are a poet!"  murmured the Empress with a twitch of her thin
+under-lip.
+
+"Affairs of state do not favor the Muses."
+
+"But I call any man a poet who sees things more beautiful than they are,
+or who gives them finer names than they deserve--a poet, a dreamer, a
+flatterer--for it comes to that."
+
+"Ah!  modesty can always find words to repel even well-merited
+admiration."
+
+"Why this foolish bandying of words?"  sighed Sabina, flinging herself
+back in her chair.  "You have been to school under the hair-splitting
+logicians in the Museum here, and I have not.  Over there sits Favorinus,
+the sophist; I dare say he is proving to Ptolemaeus that the stars are
+mere specks of blood in our eyes, which we choose to believe are in the
+sky.  Florus, the historian, is taking note of this weighty discussion;
+Pancrates, the poet, is celebrating the great thoughts of the
+philosopher.  As to what part the philologist there can find to take in
+this important event you know better than I.  What is the man's name?"
+
+"Apollonius."
+
+"Hadrian has nick-named him 'the obscure.'  The more difficult it is to
+understand the discourses of these gentlemen the more highly are they
+esteemed."
+
+"One must dive to obtain what lies at the bottom of the water--all that
+floats on the surface is borne by the waves, a plaything for children.
+Apollonius is a very learned man."
+
+"Then my husband ought to leave him among his disciples and his books.
+It was his wish that I should invite these people to my table.  Florus
+and Pancrates I like--not the others."
+
+"I can easily relieve you of the company of Favorinus and Ptolemaeus;
+send them to meet the Emperor."
+
+"To what end?"
+
+"To entertain him."
+
+"He has his plaything with him," said Sabina, and her thin lips curled
+with an expression of bitter contempt.
+
+"His artistic eye delights in the beauty of Antinous, which is
+celebrated, but which it has not yet been my privilege to see."
+
+"And you are very anxious to see this marvel?"
+
+"I cannot deny it."
+
+"And yet you want to postpone your meeting with Caesar?"  said Sabina,
+and a keen glance of inquiry and distrust twinkled in her little eyes.
+
+"Why do you want to delay my husband's arrival?"
+
+"Need I tell you," said Titianus eagerly, "how greatly I shall rejoice to
+see once more my sovereign, the companion of my youth, the greatest and
+wisest of men, after a separation of four years?  What would I not give
+if he were here already!  And yet I would rather that he should arrive
+in fourteen days than in eight."
+
+"What reason can you have?"
+
+"A mounted messenger brought me a letter to-day in which the Emperor
+tells me that he proposes to inhabit the old palace at Lochias, and not
+the Caesareum."
+
+At these words Sabina's forehead clouded, her gaze, dark and blank, was
+fixed on her lap, and biting her under-lip, she muttered:
+
+"Because I am here."
+
+Titianus made as though he had not heard these words, and continued in an
+easy tone:
+
+"There he has a wide outlook into the distance, which is what he has
+loved from his youth up.  But the old building is much dilapidated, and
+though I have already begun to exert all the forces at my command, with
+the assistance of our admirable architect, Pontius, to restore a portion
+of it at any rate, and make it a habitable and not too uncomfortable
+residence, the time is too short to do anything thoroughly worthy--"
+
+"I wish to see my husband here, and the sooner the better," interrupted
+the Empress with decision.  Then she turned towards the row of pillars
+which stood by the right-hand wall of the hall, and which were at some
+distance from her couch, calling out "Verus."  But her voice was so weak
+that it did not reach the person addressed, so turning to the prefect,
+she said: "I beg of you to call Verus to me, the praetor Lucius Aurelius
+Verus."  Titianus immediately obeyed.
+
+As he entered the hall he had already exchanged friendly greetings with
+the man to whom the Empress wished to speak.  He now did not succeed in
+attracting his attention till he stood close at his elbow, for he formed
+the centre of a small group of men and women who were hanging on his
+words.  What he was saying in a subdued voice must have been
+extraordinarily diverting, for it could be seen that his hearers were
+making the greatest efforts to keep their suppressed laughter from
+breaking out into a shout that would shake the very hall, a noise the
+Empress detested.  When the prefect came up to Verus, a young girl, whose
+pretty head was crowned by a perfect thicket of little ringlets, was just
+laying her hand on his arm and saying:
+
+"Nay-that is too much; if you go on like this, for the future whenever
+you speak I shall stop my ears with my hands, as sure as my name is
+Balbilla."
+
+"And as sure as you are descended from King Antiochus," added Verus
+bowing.
+
+"Always the same," laughed the prefect, nodding to the audacious jester.
+
+"Sabina wants to speak to you."
+
+"Directly, directly," said Verus.  "My story is a true one, and you all
+ought to be grateful to me for having released you from that tedious
+philologer who has now button-holed my witty friend Favorinus.  I like
+your Alexandria, Titianus; still it is not a great capital like Rome.
+The people have not yet learned not to be astonished; they are
+perpetually in amazement.  When I go out driving--"
+
+"Your runners ought to fly before you with roses in their hair and wings
+on their shoulders like Cupids."
+
+"In honor of the Alexandrian ladies?"
+
+"As if the Roman ladies in Rome, and the fair Greeks at Athens,"
+interrupted Balbilla.
+
+"The praetor's runners go faster than Parthian horses," cried the
+Empress's chamberlain.  "He has named them after the winds."
+
+"As they deserve," added Verus  "Come, Titianus."  He laid his hand in a
+confidential manner on the arm of the prefect, to whom he was related;
+and as they went towards Sabina he whispered in his ear:
+
+"I can keep her waiting as if I were the Emperor."
+
+Favorinus who had been engaged in talk with Ptolemaeus, the astronomer,
+Apollonius, and the philosopher and poet Pancrates in another part of the
+hall, looked after the two men and said:
+
+"A handsome couple.  One the personification of imperial and dignified
+Rome; the other with his Hermes-like figure."
+
+"The other"--interrupted the philologist with stern displeasure, "the
+other is the very incarnation of the haughtiness, the luxury pushed to
+insanity, and the infamous depravity of the metropolis.  That dissipated
+ladies-man."
+
+"I will not defend his character," said Favorinus in his pleasant voice,
+and with an elegance in his pronunciation of Greek which delighted even
+the grammarian.  "His ways and doings are disgraceful; still you must
+allow that his manners are tinged with the charm of Hellenic beauty, that
+the Charites kissed him at his birth, and though, by the stern laws of
+virtue we must condemn him, he deserves to be crowned with praise and
+garlands from the point of view of the feeling for beauty."
+
+"Oh!  for the artist who wants a model he is a choice morsel."
+
+"The Athenian judges acquitted Phryne because she was beautiful."
+
+"They did wrong."
+
+"Hardly in  the eyes  of the  gods, whose fairest works must deserve our
+respect."
+
+"Still poison may be kept in the most beautiful vessels."
+
+"And yet body and soul always to a certain extent correspond."
+
+"And can you dare to call the handsome Verus the admirable Verus?"
+
+"No, but the reckless Lucius Aurelius Verus is at the same time the
+gayest and pleasantest of all the Romans, free alike from spite or
+carefulness, he troubles himself with no doctrines of virtue, and as when
+a thing pleases him, he desires to possess it, he endeavors to give
+pleasure to every one else."
+
+"He has wasted  his pains so far as I am concerned."
+
+"I do as he wishes."
+
+The last words both of the philologer and the sophist were spoken
+somewhat louder than was usual in the presence of the Empress.  Sabina,
+who had just told the praetor which residence her husband had decided on
+inhabiting, drew up her shoulders and pinched her lips as if in pain,
+while Verus turned a face of indignation--a face which was manly in spite
+of all the delicacy and regularity of the features--on the two speakers,
+and his fine bright eyes caught the hostile glance of Apollonius.
+
+An intimation of aversion to his person was one of the things which to
+him were past endurance; he hastily passed his hand through his blue-
+black hair, which was only slightly grizzled at the temples and flowed
+uncurled, but in soft waving locks round his head, and said, not heeding
+Sabina's question as to his opinion of her husband's latest instructions:
+
+"He is a repulsive fellow, that wrangling logician; he has an evil eye
+that threatens mischief to us all, and his trumpet voice cannot hurt you
+more than it does me.  Must we endure him at table with us every day?"
+
+"So Hadrian desires."
+
+"Then I shall start for Rome," said Verus decidedly.  "My wife wants to
+be back with her children, and as praetor, it is more fitting that I
+should stay by the Tiber than by the Nile."
+
+The words were spoken as lightly as though they were nothing more than a
+proposition to go to supper, but they seemed to agitate the Empress
+deeply, for her head, which had seemed almost a fixture during her
+conversation with Titianus, now shook so violently that the pearls and
+jewels rattled in the erection of curls.  There she sat for some seconds
+staring into her lap.
+
+Verus stooped to pick up a gem that had fallen from her hair, and as he
+did so she said hastily:
+
+"You are right.  Apollonius is intolerable.  Let us send him to meet my
+husband."
+
+"Then I will remain," answered Verus, as pleased as a wilful boy who has
+got his own way.
+
+"Fickle as the wind," murmured Sabina, threatening him with her finger.
+"Show me the stone--it is one of the largest and finest; you may keep
+it."
+
+When an hour later, Verus quitted the hall with the prefect, Titianus
+said:
+
+"You have done me a service cousin, without knowing it.  Now can you
+contrive that Ptolemaeus and Favorinus shall go with Apollonius to meet
+the Emperor at Pelusium?"
+
+"Nothing easier" was the answer.
+
+And the same evening the prefect's steward conveyed to Pontius the
+information that he might count on having probably fourteen days for his
+work, instead of eight or nine only.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+In the Caesareum, where the Empress dwelt, the lights were extinguished
+one after another; but in the palace of Lochias they grew more numerous
+and brighter.  In festal illuminations of the harbor pitch cressets on
+the roof, and long rows of lamps that accumulated architectonic features
+of the noble structure, were always kindled; but inside it, no blaze so
+brilliant had ever lighted it within the memory of man.  The harbor
+watchmen at first gazed anxiously up at Lochias, for they feared that a
+fire must have broken out in the old palace; they were soon reassured
+however, by one of the prefect's lictors, who brought them a command to
+keep open the harbor gates that night, and every night till the Emperor
+should have arrived, to all who might wish to proceed from Lochias to the
+city, or from the city to the peninsula, under the orders of Pontius the
+architect.  And till long past midnight not a quarter of an hour passed
+in which the people whom the architect had summoned to his aid were not
+knocking at the harbor gates, which, though not locked were all guarded.
+The little house belonging to the gate-keeper was also brightly lighted
+up; the birds and cats belonging to the old woman whom the  prefect and
+his companions had found slumbering by her wine-jar, were now fast
+asleep, but the little dogs still flew loudly yelping into the yard each
+time a new-comer entered by the open gate.
+
+"Come, Aglaia, what will folks think of you?  Thalia, my beauty, behave
+like a good dog; come here, Euphrosyne, and don't be so silly!"  cried
+the old lady in a voice which was both pleasant and peremptory, as she
+stood-wide awake now-behind her table, folding together the dried
+clothes.  The little barking beasts who were thus endowed with the names
+of the three Graces did not trouble themselves much about her
+affectionate admonitions; to their sorrow, for it happened more than once
+to each of them, when they had got under the feet of some new-comer, to
+creep, whining and howling, into the house again to seek consolation from
+their mistress, who would pick up the sufferer and soothe it with kisses
+and coaxing.
+
+The old lady was no longer alone, for in the background, on a long and
+narrow couch which stood in front of the statue of Apollo, lay a tall,
+lean man, wearing a red chiton.  A little lamp hanging from the ceiling
+threw a dull light on him and on the lute he was playing.  To the faint
+sound of the instrument, which was rather a large one, and which he had
+propped on the pillow by his side, he was singing, or rather murmuring
+a long ditty.  Twice, thrice, four times he repeated it in the same way.
+Now and again he suddenly let his voice sound more loudly--and though his
+hair was quite grey his voice was not unpleasing--and sang a few phrases
+full of expression and with artistic delivery; and then, when the dogs
+barked too vehemently, he would spring up, and with his lute in his left-
+hand and a long pliable rattan in his right, he would rush into the
+court-yard, shout the names of the dogs, and raise his cane as if he
+would kill them; but he always took care not to hit them, only to beat on
+the pavement near them.  When, returning from such an excursion, he
+stretched himself again on his couch, the old woman, pointing to the
+hanging-lamp which the impatient creature often knocked with his head,
+would call out, "Euphorion, mind the oil."
+
+And he each time answered with the same threatening gesture and the same
+glare in his black eyes:
+
+"The little brutes!"
+
+The singer had been diligently practising his musical exercises for about
+an hour, when the dogs rushed into the court-yard, not barking this time,
+but yelping loudly with joy.  The old woman laid aside the washing and
+listened, but the tall man said:
+
+"As many birds come flying before the Emperor as gulls before a storm.
+If only they would leave us in peace--"
+
+"Hark, that is Pollux; I know by the dogs," said the woman, hastening as
+fast as she could over the threshold and out to meet him.  But the
+expected visitor was already at the door.  He picked up the three four-
+footed Graces who leaped round him, one after the other by the skin of
+the neck, and gave each a tap on its nose.  Then, seeing the old woman,
+he took her head between his hands, and kissed her forehead, saying,
+"Good-evening, little Mother," and shook hands with the singer, adding,
+"How are you, great, big Father?"
+
+"You are as big as I am," replied the man thus addressed, and he drew the
+younger man towards him, and laid one of his broad hands on his own grey
+head and the other on that of his first-born, with its wealth of brown
+hair.
+
+"As if we were cast in the same mould," cried the youth; and in fact he
+was very like his father--like, no doubt, as a noble hunter is like a
+worn-out hack--as marble is like limestone--as a cedar is like a fir-
+tree.  Both were remarkably tall, had thick hair, dark eyes, and strongly
+aquiline noses, exactly of the same shape; but the cheerful brightness
+which irradiated the countenance of the youth had certainly not been
+inherited from the lute-player, but from the little woman who looked up
+into his face and patted his arm.
+
+But whence did he derive the powerful, but indescribable something which
+gave nobility to his head, and of which it was impossible to say whether
+it lay in his eye, or in the lofty brow, arched so differently to that of
+either parent?
+
+"I knew you would come," cried his mother.  "This afternoon I dreamed it,
+and I can prove that I expected you, for there, on the brazier, stands
+the stewed cabbage and sausage waiting for you."
+
+"I cannot stay now," replied Pollux.  "Really, I cannot, though your kind
+looks would persuade me, and the sausage winks at me out of the cabbage-
+pan.  My master, Papias, is gone on ahead, and in the palace there we are
+to work wonders in less time than it generally takes to consider which
+end the work should be begun at."
+
+"Then I will carry the cabbage into the palace for you," said Doris,
+standing on tip-toe to hold a sausage to the lips of her tall son.
+Pollux bit off a large mouthful and said, as he munched it:
+
+"Excellent!  I only wish that the thing I am to construct up there may
+turn out as good a statue as this savory cylinder--now fast disappearing
+--was a superior and admirable sausage."
+
+"Have another?"  said Doris.
+
+"No mother; and you must not bring the cabbage either.  Up to midnight
+not a minute must be lost, and if I then leave off for a little while you
+must by that time be dreaming of all sorts of pleasant things."
+
+"I will carry you the cabbage then," said his father, "for I shall not be
+in bed so early at any rate.  The hymn to Sabina, composed by Mesomedes,
+is to be performed with the chorus, as soon as the Empress visits the
+theatre, and I am to lead the upper part of the old men, who grow young
+again at the sight of her.  The rehearsal is fixed for to-morrow, and I
+know nothing about it yet.  Old music, note for note, is ready and safe
+in my throat, but new things--new things!"
+
+"It is according to circumstances," said Pollux, laughing.
+
+"If only they would perform your father's Satyr-play, or his Theseus!"
+cried Doris.
+
+"Only wait a little, I will recommend him to Caesar as soon as he is
+proud to call me his friend, as the Phidias of the age.  Then, when he
+asks me 'Who is the happy man who begot you?' I will answer: It is
+Euphorion, the divine poet and singer; and my mother, too, is a worthy
+matron, the gate-keeper of your palace,  Doris, the enchantress, who
+turns dingy clothes into snow-white linen."
+
+These last words the young artist sang in a fine and powerful voice to a
+mode invented by his father.
+
+"If only you had been a singer!"  exclaimed Euphorion.
+
+"Then I should have enjoyed the prospect," retorted Pollux, "of spending
+the evening of my life as your successor in this little abode."
+
+"And now for wretched pay, you plant the laurels with which Papias crowns
+himself!"  answered the old man shrugging his shoulders.
+
+"His hour is coming, too," cried Doris, "his merit will be recognized;
+I saw him in my dreams, with a great garland on his curly head!"
+
+"Patience, father-patience," said the young man, grasping his father's
+hand.  "I am young and strong, and do all I can.  Here, behind this
+forehead, good ideas are seething; what I have succeeded in carrying out
+by myself, has at any rate brought credit and fame to others, although it
+is all far from resembling the ideal of beauty that here--here--I seem to
+see far away and behind a cloud; still I feel that if, in a moment of
+kindness, Fortune will but shed a few fresh drops of dew on it all I
+shall, at any rate, turn out something better than the mere ill-paid
+right-hand of Papias, who, without me does not know what he ought to do,
+or how to do it."
+
+"Only keep your eyes open and work hard," cried Doris.
+
+"It is of no use without luck," muttered the singer, shrugging his
+shoulders.
+
+The young artist bid his parents good-night, and was about to leave, but
+his mother detained him to show him the young goldfinches, hatched only
+the day before.  Pollux obeyed her wish, not merely to please her, but
+because he liked to watch the gay little bird that sat warming and
+sheltering her nestlings.  Close to the cage stood the huge wine-jar and
+his mother's cup, decorated by his own hand.  His eye fell on these, and
+he pushed them aside in silence.  Then, taking courage, he said,
+laughing:  "The Emperor will often pass by here, mother; give up
+celebrating your Dionysiac festival.  How would it do if you filled the
+jar with one-fourth wine and three-fourths water?  It does not taste
+badly."
+
+"Spoiling good gifts," replied his mother.
+
+"One-fourth wine-to please me," Pollux entreated, taking his mother by
+the shoulders and kissing her forehead.
+
+"To please you, you great boy!"  said Doris, as her eyes  filled with
+tears.  "Why  for you, if I must, I would drink nothing but wretched
+water.  Euphorion you may finish what is left in the jar presently."
+
+                    .........................
+
+Pontius had already begun his labors, at first with aid only of his
+assistants who had followed him on foot.  Measuring, estimating, sending
+short notes and writing figures, names and suggestions on the plan, and
+on his folding wax-tablets, he was not idle for an instant, though
+frequently interrupted by the appointed superintendents of the workshops
+and manufactures in Lochias, whose co-operation he required.  They only
+came at this late hour because they were called upon by the prefect's
+orders.
+
+Papias, the sculptor, introduced himself among the latest, though Pontius
+had written to him with his own hand that he had to communicate to him a
+very remunerative and particularly pressing commission for the Emperor,
+which might, perhaps, be taken in hand that very night.  The matter in
+question was a statue of Urania, which must be completed in eight days by
+the same method which Papias had introduced at the last festival of
+Adonis, and to the scale which he, Pontius, indicated, in the palace of
+Lochias itself.  With regard to several works of restoration which had to
+be carried out with equal rapidity, and as to the price to be paid, they
+could agree at the same time and place.
+
+The sculptor was a man of foresight and did not appear on the scene alone
+but with his best assistant, Pollux, the son of the worthy couple at the
+gate, and several slaves who dragged after him sundry trunks and carts
+loaded with tools, boards, clay, gypsum and other raw materials of his
+art.  On the road to Lochias he had informed the young sculptor of the
+business in hand, and had told him in a condescending tone that he would
+be permitted to try his skill in reconstructing the Urania.  At the gate
+he had permitted Pollux to greet his parents, and had gone alone into the
+palace to open his bargain with the architect without the presence of
+witnesses.
+
+The young artist perfectly understood his master.  He knew that he would
+be expected to carry out the statue of Urania, while his task-master,
+after making some trifling alterations in the completed work, would
+declare that it was his own.  Pollux had for two years been obliged, more
+than once, to put up with similar treatment; and now, as usual, he
+submitted to this dishonest manoeuvre because, under his master there was
+plenty to do, and the delight of work was to him the greatest he could
+have.
+
+Papias, to whom he had gone early as an apprentice and to whom he owed
+the knowledge he possessed, was no miser, still Pollux needed money, not
+for himself alone but because he had taken on himself the charge of a
+widowed sister and her children as if they were his own family.  He was
+always glad to take some comfort into the narrow home of his parents, who
+were poor, and to maintain his younger brother Teuker--who had devoted
+himself to the same art--during the years of his apprenticeship.  Again
+and again he had thought of telling his master that he should start on
+his own footing and earn laurels for himself, but what then would become
+of those who relied on his help, if he gave up his regular earnings and
+if he got no commissions when there were so many unknown beginners eager
+for them?  Of what avail were all his ability and the most honest good-
+will if no opportunity offered for his executing his work in noble
+materials?  With his own means he certainly was in no position to do so.
+
+While he was talking to his parents Papias had opened his transactions
+with the architect.  Pontius explained to the sculptor what was required
+and Papias listened attentively; he never interrupted the speaker, but
+only stroked his face from time to time, as if to make it smoother than
+it was already, though it was shaved with peculiar care and formed and
+colored like a warm mask; meanwhile draping the front of his rich blue
+toga, which he wore in the fashion of a Roman senator, into fresh folds.
+
+But when Pontius showed him, at the end of the rooms destined for the
+Emperor, the last of the statues to be restored, and which needed a new
+grin, Papias said decisively:
+
+"It cannot be done."
+
+"That is a rash verdict," replied the architect.  "Do you not know the
+proverb, which, being such a good one, is said to have been first uttered
+by more than one sage: 'That it shows more ill-judgment to pronounce a
+thing impossible than to boast that we can achieve a task however much it
+may seem to transcend our powers.'"
+
+Papias smiled and looked down at his gold-embroidered shoes as he said:
+
+"It is more difficult to us sculptors to imagine ourselves waging Titanic
+warfare against the impossible, than it is to you who work with enormous
+masses.  I do not yet see the means which would give me courage to begin
+the attack."
+
+"I will tell you," replied Pontius quickly and decidedly.  "On your side
+good-will, plenty of assistants and night-watchers; on ours, the Caesar's
+approval and plenty of gold."
+
+After this the transaction came to a prompt and favorable issue, and the
+architect could but express his entire approbation, in most cases, of the
+sculptor's judicious and well-considered suggestions.
+
+"Now I must go home," concluded Papias.  "My assistants will proceed at
+once with the necessary preparations.  The work must be carried on behind
+screens, so that no one may disturb us or hinder us with remarks."
+
+Half an hour later a scaffolding was already erected in the middle of the
+hall where the Urania was to stand.
+
+It was concealed from; public gaze by thick linen stretched on tall
+wooden frames, and behind these screens Pollux was busied in framing a
+small model in wax, while his master had returned home to make
+arrangements for the labors of the following day.
+
+It wanted only an hour of midnight, and still the supper sent to the
+palace for the architect by the prefect remained untouched.  Pontius was
+hungry enough, but before attacking the meal that a slave had set out on
+a marble table--the roast meat which looked so inviting, the orange-red
+crayfish, the golden-brown pasty and the many-hued fruits--he conceived
+it his duty to inspect the rooms to be restored.  It was needful to see
+whether the slaves who had been set, in the first place to clean out all
+the rooms, were being intelligently directed by the men set over them,
+whether they were doing their duty and had all that they required; they
+had got some hours to work, then they were to rest and to begin again at
+sunrise, reinforced by other laborers both slave and free.
+
+More and better lighting was universally demanded, and when, in the hall
+of the Muses, the men who were cleaning the pavement and scraping the
+columns loudly clamored for torches and lamps, a young man's head peered
+over the screen which shut in the place reserved for the restoration of
+the Urania, and a lamentable voice cried out:
+
+"My Muse, with her celestial sphere, is the guardian of star-gazers and
+is happiest in the dark--but not till she is finished.  To form her we
+must have light and more light--and when it is lighter here the voice of
+the people down there, which does not sound very delightful up in this
+hollow space, will diminish somewhat also.  Give light, then, O, men!
+Light for my goddess, and for your scrubbers and scourers."
+
+Pontius looked up smiling at Pollux, who had uttered this appeal, and
+answered:
+
+Your cry of distress is fully justified, my friend.  But do you really
+believe in the power of light to diminish noise?"
+
+"At any rate," replied  Pollux, "where it is  absent, that is to say in
+the dark, every noise seems redoubled."
+
+"That is true, but there are other reasons for that," answered the
+architect.  "To-morrow in an interval of work we will discuss these
+matters.  Now I will go to provide you with lamps and lights."
+
+"Urania, the protectress of the fine arts, will be beholden to you,"
+cried Pollux as the architect went away.
+
+Pontius meanwhile sought his chief foreman to ask him whether he had
+delivered his orders to Keraunus, the palace-steward, to come to him,
+and to put the cressets and lamps commonly used for the external
+illuminations, at the service of his workmen.
+
+"Three times," was the answer "have I been myself to the man, but each
+time he puffed himself out like a frog and answered me not a word, but
+only sent me into a little room with his daughter--whom you must see, for
+she is charming--and a miserable black slave, and there I found these few
+wretched lamps that are now burning."
+
+"Did you order him to come to me?"
+
+"Three hours ago, and again a second time, when you were talking with
+Papias."
+
+The architect turned his back upon the foreman in angry haste,
+unrolled the plan of the palace, quickly found upon it the abode of the
+recalcitrant steward, seized a small red-clay lamp that was standing near
+him, and being quite accustomed to guide himself by a plan, went straight
+through the rooms, which were not a few, and by a long corridor from the
+hall of the Muses, to the lodging of the negligent official.  An unclosed
+door led him into a dark ante-chamber followed by another room, and
+finally into a large, well-furnished apartment.  All these door-ways,
+into what seemed to be at once the dining and sitting-room of the
+steward, were bereft of doors, and could only be closed by stuff
+curtains, just now drawn wide open.  Pontius could therefore look in,
+unhindered and unperceived, at the table on which a three-branched bronze
+lamp was standing between a dish and some plates.  The stout man was
+sitting with his rubicund moon-face towards the architect, who, indignant
+as he was, would have gone straight up to him with swift decision, if,
+before entering the second room, a low but pitiful sob had not fallen on
+his ear.
+
+The sob proceeded from a slight young girl who came forward from a door
+beyond the sitting-room, and who now placed a platter with a loaf on the
+table by the steward.
+
+"Come, do not cry, Selene," said the steward, breaking the bread slowly
+and with an evident desire to soothe his child.
+
+"How can I help crying," said the girl.  "But tomorrow morning let me buy
+a piece of meat for you; the physician forbade you to eat bread."
+
+"Man must be filled," replied the fat man, "and meat is dear.  I have
+nine mouths to fill, not counting the slaves.  And where am I to get the
+money to fill us all with meat?"
+
+"We need none, but for you it is necessary."
+
+"It is of no use, child.  The butcher will not trust us any more, the
+other creditors press us, and at the end of the month we shall have just
+ten drachmae left us."
+
+The girl turned pale, and asked in anxiety:
+
+"But, father, it was only to-day that you showed me the three gold pieces
+which you said had been given you as a present out of the money
+distributed on the arrival of the Empress."
+
+The steward absently rolled a piece of bread-crumb between his fingers
+and said:
+
+"I spent that on this fibula with an incised onyx--and as cheap as dirt,
+I can tell you.  If Caesar comes he must see who and what I am; and if I
+die any one will give you twice as much for it as I paid.  I tell you the
+Empress's money was well laid out on the thing."  Selene made no answer,
+but she sighed deeply, and her eye glanced at a quantity of useless
+things which her father had acquired and brought home because they were
+cheap, while she and her seven sisters wanted the most necessary things.
+
+"Father," the girl began again after a short silence, "I ought not to go
+on about it, but even if it vexes you, I must--the architect, who is
+settling all the work out there, has sent for you twice already."
+
+"Be silent!"  shouted the fat man, striking his hand on the table.  "Who
+is this Pontius, and who am I!"
+
+"You are of a noble Macedonian family, related perhaps even to the
+Ptolemies; you have your seat in the Council of the Citizens--but do,
+this time, be condescending and kind.  The man has his hands full, he is
+tired out."
+
+"Nor have I been able to sit still the whole day, and what is fitting, is
+fitting.  I am Keraunus the son of Ptolemy, whose father came into Egypt
+with Alexander the Great, and helped to found this city, and every one
+knows it.  Our possessions were diminished; but it is for that very
+reason that I insist on our illustrious blood being recognized.  Pontius
+sends to command the presence of Keraunus!  If it were not infuriating it
+would be laughable--for who is this man, who?  I have told you his father
+was a freedman of the former prefect Claudius Balbillus, and by the favor
+of the Roman his father rose and grew rich.  He is the descendant of
+slaves, and you expect that I shall be his obedient humble servant,
+whenever he chooses to call me?"
+
+But father, my dear father, it is not the son of Ptolemy, but the palace-
+steward that he desires shall go to hire."
+
+"Mere chop-logic!--you have nothing to say, not a step do I take to go to
+him."
+
+The girl clasped her hands over her face, and sobbed loudly and
+pitifully.  Keraunus started up and cried out, beside himself.
+
+"By great Serapis.  I can bear this no longer.  What are you whimpering
+about?"
+
+The girl plucked up courage and going up to the indignant man she said,
+though more than once interrupted by tears.
+
+"You must go father--indeed you must.  I spoke to the foreman, and he
+told me coolly and decidedly that the architect was placed here in
+Caesar's name, and that if you do not obey him you will at once be
+superseded in your office.  And if that were to happen, if that--
+O father, father, only think of blind Helios and poor Berenice!  Arsinoe
+and I could earn our bread, but the little ones--the little ones."
+
+With these words the girl fell on her knees lifting her hands in entreaty
+to her obstinate parent.  The blood had mounted to the man's face and
+eyes, and pressing his hand to his purple forehead he sank back in his
+chair as if stricken with apoplexy.  His daughter sprang up and offered
+him the cup full of wine and water which was standing on the table; but
+Keraunus pushed it aside with his hands, and panted out, while he
+struggled for breath:
+
+"Supersede me--in my place--turn me out of this palace!  Why there, in
+that ebony trunk, lies the rescript of Euergetes which confers the
+stewardship of this residence on my ancestor Philip, and as a hereditary
+dignity in his family.  Now Philip's wife had the honor of being the
+king's mistress--or, as some say, his daughter.  There lies the document,
+drawn up in red and black ink on yellow papyrus and ratified with the
+seal and signature of Euergetes the Second.  All the princes of the
+Lagides have confirmed it, all the Roman prefects have respected it, and
+now--now."
+
+"But father" said the girl interrupting her father, and wringing her
+hands in despair, "you still hold the place and if you will only give
+in."
+
+"Give in, give in," shrieked the corpulent steward shaking his fat hands
+above his blood-shot face.  "I will give in--I will not bring you all to
+misery--for my children's sake I will allow myself to be ill-treated and
+down-trodden, I will go--I will go directly.  Like the pelican I will
+feed my children with my heart's blood.  But you ought to know what it
+costs me, to humiliate myself thus; it is intolerable to me, and my heart
+is breaking--for the architect, the architect has trampled upon me as if
+I were his servant; he wished--I heard him with these ears--he shrieked
+after me a villanous hope that I might be smothered in my own fat--and
+the physician has told me I may die of apoplexy!  Leave me, leave me.
+I know those Romans are capable of anything.  Well--here I am; fetch me
+my saffron-colored pallium, that I wear in the council, fetch me my gold
+fillet for my head.  I will deck myself like a beast for sacrifice, and I
+will show him--"
+
+Not a word of this harangue had escaped the ears of the architect who had
+been at first indignant and then moved to laughter, and withal it had
+touched his heart.  A sluggish and torpid character was repugnant to his
+vigorous nature, and the deliberate and indifferent demeanor of the stout
+steward, on an occasion which had prompted him and all concerned to act
+as quickly and energetically as possible, had brought words to his lips
+which he now wished that he had never spoken.  It is true that the
+steward's false pride had roused his indignation, and who can listen
+calmly to any comment on a stain on his birth?  But the appeal of this
+miserable father's daughter had gone to his heart.  He pitied the fatuous
+simpleton whom, with a turn of his hand, he could reduce to beggary, and
+who had evidently been far more deeply hurt by his words than Pontius had
+been by what he had overheard, and so he followed the kindly impulse of a
+noble nature to spare the unfortunate.
+
+He rapped loudly with his knuckles on the inside of the door-post of the
+ante-room, coughed loudly, and then said, bowing deeply to the steward on
+the threshold of the sitting-room:
+
+"Noble Keraunus--I have come, as beseems me, to pay you my respests.
+Excuse the lateness of the hour, but you can scarcely imagine how busy
+I have been since we parted."
+
+Keraunus had at first started at the late visitor, then he stared at him
+in consternation.  He now went towards him, stretched out both hands as
+if suddenly relieved of a nightmare, and a bright expression of such warm
+and sincere satisfaction overspread his countenance that Pontius wondered
+how he could have failed to observe what a well-cut face this fat
+original had.
+
+"Take a seat at our humble table," said Keraunus.  "Go Selene and call
+the slaves.  Perhaps there is yet a pheasant in the house, a roast fowl
+or something of the kind--but the hour, it is true, is late."
+
+"I am deeply obliged to you," replied the architect, smiling.  "My supper
+is waiting for me in the hall of the Muses, and I must return to my work-
+people.  I should be grateful to you if you would accompany me.  We must
+consult together as to the lighting of the rooms, and such matters are
+best discussed over a succulent roast and a flask of wine."
+
+"I am quite at your service," said Keraunus with a bow.
+
+"I will go on ahead," said the architect, "but first will you have the
+goodness to give all that you have in the way of cressets, lights and
+lamps to the slaves, who, in a few minutes, shall await your orders at
+your door."
+
+When Pontius had departed, Selene exclaimed with a deep sigh
+
+"Oh!  what a fright I have had!  I will go now and find the lamps.  How
+terribly it might have ended."
+
+"It is well that he should have come," murmured Keraunus.  "Considering
+his birth and origin, the architect is certainly a well-bred man."
+
+
+
+
+
+ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
+
+Facts are differently reflected in different minds
+Have not yet learned not to be astonished
+Ill-judgment to pronounce a thing impossible
+Years are the foe of beauty
+
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