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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Homo Sum, Complete + +Author: Georg Ebers + +Release Date: October 17, 2006 [EBook #5499] +Last Updated: August 25, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HOMO SUM, COMPLETE *** + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <h1> + HOMO SUM + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Georg Ebers + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + Translated by Clara Bell + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE. </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0002"> <b>HOMO SUM</b> </a><br /><br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + PREFACE. + </h2> + <p> + In the course of my labors preparatory to writing a history of the + Sinaitic peninsula, the study of the first centuries of Christianity for a + long time claimed my attention; and in the mass of martyrology, of ascetic + writings, and of histories of saints and monks, which it was necessary to + work through and sift for my strictly limited object, I came upon a + narrative (in Cotelerius Ecclesiae Grecae Monumenta) which seemed to me + peculiar and touching notwithstanding its improbability. Sinai and the + oasis of Pharan which lies at its foot were the scene of action. + </p> + <p> + When, in my journey through Arabia Petraea, I saw the caves of the + anchorites of Sinai with my own eyes and trod their soil with my own feet, + that story recurred to my mind and did not cease to haunt me while I + travelled on farther in the desert. + </p> + <p> + A soul’s problem of the most exceptional type seemed to me to be offered + by the simple course of this little history. + </p> + <p> + An anchorite, falsely accused instead of another, takes his punishment of + expulsion on himself without exculpating himself, and his innocence + becomes known only through the confession of the real culprit. + </p> + <p> + There was a peculiar fascination in imagining what the emotions of a soul + might be which could lead to such apathy, to such an annihilation of all + sensibility; and while the very deeds and thoughts of the strange + cave-dweller grew more and more vivid in my mind the figure of Paulus took + form, as it were as an example, and soon a crowd of ideas gathered round + it, growing at last to a distinct entity, which excited and urged me on + till I ventured to give it artistic expression in the form of a narrative. + I was prompted to elaborate this subject—which had long been shaping + itself to perfect conception in my mind as ripe material for a romance—by + my readings in Coptic monkish annals, to which I was led by Abel’s Coptic + studies; and I afterwards received a further stimulus from the small but + weighty essay by H. Weingarten on the origin of monasticism, in which I + still study the early centuries of Christianity, especially in Egypt. + </p> + <p> + This is not the place in which to indicate the points on which I feel + myself obliged to differ from Weingarten. My acute fellow-laborer at + Breslau clears away much which does not deserve to remain, but in many + parts of his book he seems to me to sweep with too hard a broom. + </p> + <p> + Easy as it would have been to lay the date of my story in the beginning of + the fortieth year of the fourth century instead of the thirtieth, I have + forborne from doing so because I feel able to prove with certainty that at + the time which I have chosen there were not only heathen recluses in the + temples of Serapis but also Christian anchorites; I fully agree with him + that the beginnings of organized Christian monasticism can in no case be + dated earlier than the year 350. + </p> + <p> + The Paulus of my story must not be confounded with the “first hermit,” + Paulus of Thebes, whom Weingarten has with good reason struck out of the + category of historical personages. He, with all the figures in this + narrative is a purely fictitious person, the vehicle for an idea, neither + more nor less. I selected no particular model for my hero, and I claim for + him no attribute but that of his having been possible at the period; least + of all did I think of Saint Anthony, who is now deprived even of his + distinguished biographer Athanasius, and who is represented as a man of + very sound judgment but of so scant an education that he was master only + of Egyptian. + </p> + <p> + The dogmatic controversies which were already kindled at the time of my + story I have, on careful consideration, avoided mentioning. The dwellers + on Sinai and in the oasis took an eager part in them at a later date. + </p> + <p> + That Mount Sinai to which I desire to transport the reader must not be + confounded with the mountain which lies at a long day’s journey to the + south of it. It is this that has borne the name, at any rate since the + time of Justinian; the celebrated convent of the Transfiguration lies at + its foot, and it has been commonly accepted as the Sinai of Scripture. In + the description of my journey through Arabia Petraea I have endeavored to + bring fresh proof of the view, first introduced by Lepsius, that the + giant-mountain, now called Serbal, must be regarded as the mount on which + the law was given—and was indeed so regarded before the time of + Justinian—and not the Sinai of the monks. + </p> + <p> + As regards the stone house of the Senator Petrus, with its windows opening + on the street—contrary to eastern custom—I may remark, in + anticipation of well founded doubts, that to this day wonderfully + well-preserved fire-proof walls stand in the oasis of Pharan, the remains + of a pretty large number of similar buildings. + </p> + <p> + But these and such external details hold a quite secondary place in this + study of a soul. While in my earlier romances the scholar was compelled to + make concessions to the poet and the poet to the scholar, in this one I + have not attempted to instruct, nor sought to clothe the outcome of my + studies in forms of flesh and blood; I have aimed at absolutely nothing + but to give artistic expression to the vivid realization of an idea that + had deeply stirred my soul. The simple figures whose inmost being I have + endeavored to reveal to the reader fill the canvas of a picture where, in + the dark background, rolls the flowing ocean of the world’s history. + </p> + <p> + The Latin title was suggested to me by an often used motto which exactly + agrees with the fundamental view to which I have been led by my + meditations on the mind and being of man; even of those men who deem that + they have climbed the very highest steps of that stair which leads into + the Heavens. + </p> + <p> + In the Heautontimorumenos of Terence, Chremes answers his neighbor + Menedemus (Act I, SC. I, v. 25) “Homo sum; humani nil a me alienum puto,” + which Donner translates literally: + </p> + <p> + “I am human, nothing that is human can I regard as alien to me.” + </p> + <p> + But Cicero and Seneca already used this line as a proverb, and in a sense + which far transcends that which it would seem to convey in context with + the passage whence it is taken; and as I coincide with them, I have + transferred it to the title-page of this book with this meaning: + </p> + <p> + “I am a man; and I feel that I am above all else a man.” + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Leipzig, November 11, 1877. + + GEORG EBERS. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + HOMO SUM + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> + <p> + Rocks-naked, hard, red-brown rocks all round; not a bush, not a blade, not + a clinging moss such as elsewhere nature has lightly flung on the rocky + surface of the heights, as if a breath of her creative life had softly + touched the barren stone. Nothing but smooth granite, and above it a sky + as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs. + </p> + <p> + And yet in every cave of the mountain wall there moves a human life; two + small grey birds too float softly in the pure, light air of the desert + that glows in the noonday sun, and then they vanish behind a range of + cliffs, which shuts in the deep gorge as though it were a wall built by + man. + </p> + <p> + There it is pleasant enough, for a spring bedews the stony soil and there, + as wherever any moisture touches the desert, aromatic plants thrive, and + umbrageous bushes grow. When Osiris embraced the goddess of the desert—so + runs the Egyptian myth—he left his green wreath on her couch. + </p> + <p> + But at the time and in the sphere where our history moves the old legends + are no longer known or are ignored. We must carry the reader back to the + beginning of the thirtieth year of the fourth century after the birth of + the Saviour, and away to the mountains of Sinai on whose sacred ground + solitary anchorites have for some few years been dwelling—men weary + of the world, and vowed to penitence, but as yet without connection or + rule among themselves. + </p> + <p> + Near the spring in the little ravine of which we have spoken grows a + many-branched feathery palm, but it does not shelter it from the piercing + rays of the sun of those latitudes; it seems only to protect the roots of + the tree itself; still the feathered boughs are strong enough to support a + small thread-bare blue cloth, which projects like a penthouse, screening + the face of a girl who lies dreaming, stretched at full-length on the + glowing stones, while a few yellowish mountain-goats spring from stone to + stone in search of pasture as gaily as though they found the midday heat + pleasant and exhilarating. From time to time the girl seizes the + herdsman’s crook that lies beside her, and calls the goats with a hissing + cry that is audible at a considerable distance. A young kid comes dancing + up to her. Few beasts can give expression to their feelings of delight; + but young goats can. + </p> + <p> + The girl puts out her bare slim foot, and playfully pushes back the little + kid who attacks her in fun, pushes it again and again each time it skips + forward, and in so doing the shepherdess bends her toes as gracefully as + if she wished some looker-on to admire their slender form. Once more the + kid springs forward, and this time with its bead down. Its brow touches + the sole of her foot, but as it rubs its little hooked nose tenderly + against the girl’s foot, she pushes it back so violently that the little + beast starts away, and ceases its game with loud bleating. + </p> + <p> + It was just as if the girl had been waiting for the right moment to hit + the kid sharply; for the kick was a hard one-almost a cruel one. The blue + cloth hid the face of the maiden, but her eyes must surely have sparkled + brightly when she so roughly stopped the game. For a minute she remained + motionless; but the cloth, which had fallen low over her face, waved + gently to and fro, moved by her fluttering breath. She was listening with + eager attention, with passionate expectation; her convulsively clenched + toes betrayed her. + </p> + <p> + Then a noise became audible; it came from the direction of the rough stair + of unhewn blocks, which led from the steep wall of the ravine down to the + spring. A shudder of terror passed through the tender, and not yet fully + developed limbs of the shepherdess; still she did not move; the grey birds + which were now sitting on a thorn-bush near her flew up, but they had + merely heard a noise, and could not distinguish who it was that it + announced. + </p> + <p> + The shepherdess’s ear was sharper than theirs. She heard that a man was + approaching, and well knew that one only trod with such a step. She put + out her hand for a stone that lay near her, and flung it into the spring + so that the waters immediately became troubled; then she turned on her + side, and lay as if asleep with her head on her arm. The heavy steps + became more and more distinctly audible. + </p> + <p> + A tall youth was descending the rocky stair; by his dress he was seen to + be one of the anchorites of Sinai, for he wore nothing but a shirt-shaped + garment of coarse linen, which he seemed to have outgrown, and raw leather + sandals, which were tied on to his feet with fibrous palm-bast. + </p> + <p> + No slave could be more poorly clothed by his owner and yet no one would + have taken him for a bondman, for he walked erect and self-possessed. He + could not be more than twenty years of age; that was evident in the young + soft hair on his upper lip, chin, and cheeks; but in his large blue eyes + there shone no light of youth, only discontent, and his lips were firmly + closed as if in defiance. + </p> + <p> + He now stood still, and pushed back from his forehead the superabundant + and unkempt brown hair that flowed round his head like a lion’s mane; then + he approached the well, and as he stooped to draw the water in the large + dried gourd-shell which he held, he observed first that the spring was + muddy, and then perceived the goats, and at last their sleeping mistress. + </p> + <p> + He impatiently set down the vessel and called the girl loudly, but she did + not move till he touched her somewhat roughly with his foot. Then she + sprang up as if stung by an asp, and two eyes as black as night flashed at + him out of her dark young face; the delicate nostrils of her aquiline nose + quivered, and her white teeth gleamed as she cried: + </p> + <p> + “Am I a dog that you wake me in this fashion?” He colored, pointed + sullenly to the well and said sharply: “Your cattle have troubled the + water again; I shall have to wait here till it is clear and I can draw + some.” + </p> + <p> + “The day is long,” answered the shepherdess, and while she rose she + pushed, as if by chance, another stone into the water. + </p> + <p> + Her triumphant, flashing glance as she looked down into the troubled + spring did not escape the young man, and he exclaimed angrily: + </p> + <p> + “He is right! You are a venomous snake—a demon of hell.” + </p> + <p> + She raised herself and made a face at him, as if she wished to show him + that she really was some horrible fiend; the unusual sharpness of her + mobile and youthful features gave her a particular facility for doing so. + And she fully attained her end, for he drew back with a look of horror, + stretched out his arms to repel her, and exclaimed as he saw her + uncontrollable laughter, + </p> + <p> + “Back, demon, back! In the name of the Lord! I ask thee, who art thou?” + </p> + <p> + “I am Miriam—who else should I be?” she answered haughtily. + </p> + <p> + He had expected a different reply, her vivacity annoyed him, and he said + angrily, “Whatever your name is you are a fiend, and I will ask Paulus to + forbid you to water your beasts at our well.” + </p> + <p> + “You might run to your nurse, and complain of me to her if you had one,” + she answered, pouting her lips contemptuously at him. + </p> + <p> + He colored; she went on boldly, and with eager play of gesture. + </p> + <p> + “You ought to be a man, for you are strong and big, but you let yourself + be kept like a child or a miserable girl; your only business is to hunt + for roots and berries, and fetch water in that wretched thing there. I + have learned to do that ever since I was as big as that!” and she + indicated a contemptibly little measure, with the outstretched pointed + fingers of her two hands, which were not less expressively mobile than her + features. “Phoh! you are stronger and taller than all the Amalekite lads + down there, but you never try to measure yourself with them in shooting + with a bow and arrows or in throwing a spear!” + </p> + <p> + “If I only dared as much as I wish!” he interrupted, and flaming scarlet + mounted to his face, “I would be a match for ten of those lean rascals.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you,” replied the girl, and her eager glance measured the + youth’s broad breast and muscular arms with an expression of pride. “I + believe you, but why do you not dare? Are you the slave of that man up + there?” + </p> + <p> + “He is my father and besides—” + </p> + <p> + “What besides?” she cried, waving her hand as if to wave away a bat. “If + no bird ever flew away from the nest there would be a pretty swarm in it. + Look at my kids there—as long as they need their mother they run + about after her, but as soon as they can find their food alone they seek + it wherever they can find it, and I can tell you the yearlings there have + quite forgotten whether they sucked the yellow dam or the brown one. And + what great things does your father do for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Silence!” interrupted the youth with excited indignation. “The evil one + speaks through thee. Get thee from me, for I dare not hear that which I + dare not utter.” + </p> + <p> + “Dare, dare, dare!” she sneered. “What do you dare then? not even to + listen!” + </p> + <p> + “At any rate not to what you have to say, you goblin!” he exclaimed + vehemently. “Your voice is hateful to me, and if I meet you again by the + well I will drive you away with stones.” + </p> + <p> + While he spoke thus she stared speechless at him, the blood had left her + lips, and she clenched her small hands. He was about to pass her to fetch + some water, but she stepped into his path, and held him spell-bound with + the fixed gaze of her eyes. A cold chill ran through him when she asked + him with trembling lips and a smothered voice, “What harm have I done + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Leave me!” said he, and he raised his hand to push her away from the + water. + </p> + <p> + “You shall not touch me,” she cried beside herself. “What harm have I done + you?” + </p> + <p> + “You know nothing of God,” he answered, “and he who is not of God is of + the Devil.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not say that of yourself,” answered she, and her voice recovered + its tone of light mockery. “What they let you believe pulls the wires of + your tongue just as a hand pulls the strings of a puppet. Who told you + that I was of the Devil?” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I conceal it from you?” he answered proudly. “Our pious + Paulus, warned me against you and I will thank him for it. ‘The evil one,’ + he says, ‘looks out of your eyes,’ and he is right, a thousand times + right. When you look at me I feel as if I could tread every thing that is + holy under foot; only last night again I dreamed I was whirling in a dance + with you—” + </p> + <p> + At these words all gravity and spite vanished from Miriam’s eyes; she + clapped her hands and cried, “If it had only been the fact and not a + dream! Only do not be frightened again, you fool! Do you know then what it + is when the pipes sound, and the lutes tinkle, and our feet fly round in + circles as if they had wings?” + </p> + <p> + “The wings of Satan,” Hermas interrupted sternly. “You are a demon, a + hardened heathen.” + </p> + <p> + “So says our pious Paulus,” laughed the girl. + </p> + <p> + “So say I too,” cried the young man. “Who ever saw you in the assemblies + of the just? Do you pray? Do you ever praise the Lord and our Saviour?” + </p> + <p> + “And what should I praise them for?” asked Miriam. “Because I am regarded + as a foul fiend by the most pious among you perhaps?” + </p> + <p> + “But it is because you are a sinner that Heaven denies you its blessing.” + </p> + <p> + “No—no, a thousand times no!” cried Miriam. “No god has ever + troubled himself about me. And if I am not good, why should I be when + nothing but evil ever has fallen to my share? Do you know who I am and how + I became so? I was wicked, perhaps, when both my parents were slain in + their pilgrimage hither? Why, I was then no more than six years old, and + what is a child of that age? But still I very well remember that there + were many camels grazing near our house, and horses too that belonged to + us, and that on a hand that often caressed me—it was my mother’s + hand—a large jewel shone. I had a black slave too that obeyed me; + when she and I did not agree I used to hang on to her grey woolly hair and + beat her. Who knows what may have become of her? I did not love her, but + if I had her now, how kind I would be to her. And now for twelve years I + myself have eaten the bread of servitude, and have kept Senator Petrus’s + goats, and if I ventured to show myself at a festival among the free + maidens, they would turn me out and pull the wreath out of my hair. And am + I to be thankful? What for, I wonder? And pious? What god has taken any + care of me? Call me an evil demon—call me so! But if Petrus and your + Paulus there say that He who is up above us and who let me grow up to such + a lot is good, they tell a lie. God is cruel, and it is just like Him to + put it into your heart to throw stones and scare me away from your well.” + </p> + <p> + With these words she burst out into bitter sobs, and her features worked + with various and passionate distortion. + </p> + <p> + Hermas felt compassion for the weeping Miriam. He had met her a hundred + times and she had shown herself now haughty, now discontented, now + exacting and now wrathful, but never before soft or sad. To-day, for the + first time, she had opened her heart to him; the tears which disfigured + her countenance gave her character a value which it had never before had + in his eyes, and when he saw her weak and unhappy he felt ashamed of his + hardness. He went up to her kindly and said: “You need not cry; come to + the well again always, I will not prevent you.” + </p> + <p> + His deep voice sounded soft and kind as he spoke, but she sobbed more + passionately than before, almost convulsively, and she tried to speak but + she could not. Trembling in every slender limb, shaken with grief, and + overwhelmed with sorrow, the slight shepherdess stood before him, and he + felt as if he must help her. His passionate pity cut him to the heart and + fettered his by no means ready tongue. + </p> + <p> + As he could find no word of comfort, he took the water-gourd in his left + hand and laid his right, in which he had hitherto held it, gently on her + shoulder. She started, but she let him do it; he felt her warm breath; he + would have drawn back, but he felt as if he could not; he hardly knew + whether she was crying or laughing while she let his hand rest on her + black waving hair. + </p> + <p> + She did not move. At last she raised her head, her eyes flashed into his, + and at the same instant he felt two slender arms clasped round his neck. + He felt as if a sea were roaring in his ears, and fire blazing in his + eyes. A nameless anguish seized him; he tore himself violently free, and + with a loud cry as if all the spirits of hell were after him he fled up + the steps that led from the well, and heeded not that his water-jar was + shattered into a thousand pieces against the rocky wall. + </p> + <p> + She stood looking after him as if spell-bound. Then she struck her slender + hand against her forehead, threw herself down by the spring again and + stared into space; there she lay motionless, only her mouth continued to + twitch. + </p> + <p> + When the shadow of the palm-tree grew longer she sprang up, called her + goats, and looked up, listening, to the rock-steps by which he had + vanished; the twilight is short in the neighborhood of the tropics, and + she knew that she would be overtaken by the darkness on the stony and + fissured road down the valley if she lingered any longer. She feared the + terrors of the night, the spirits and demons, and a thousand vague dangers + whose nature she could not have explained even to herself; and yet she did + not stir from the spot nor cease listening and waiting for his return till + the sun had disappeared behind the sacred mountain, and the glow in the + west had paled. + </p> + <p> + All around was as still as death, she could hear herself breathe, and as + the evening chill fell she shuddered with cold. + </p> + <p> + She now heard a loud noise above her head. A flock of wild mountain goats, + accustomed to come at this hour to quench their thirst at the spring, came + nearer and nearer, but drew back as they detected the presence of a human + being. Only the leader of the herd remained standing on the brink of the + ravine, and she knew that he was only awaiting her departure to lead the + others down to drink. Following a kindly impulse, she was on the point of + leaving to make way for the animals, when she suddenly recollected + Hermas’s threat to drive her from the well, and she angrily picked up a + stone and flung it at the buck, which started and hastily fled. The whole + herd followed him. Miriam listened to them as they scampered away, and + then, with her head sunk, she led her flock home, feeling her way in the + darkness with her bare feet. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> + <p> + High above the ravine where the spring was lay a level plateau of moderate + extent, and behind it rose a fissured cliff of bare, red-brown porphyry. A + vein of diorite of iron-hardness lay at its foot like a green ribbon, and + below this there opened a small round cavern, hollowed and arched by the + cunning hand of nature. In former times wild beasts, panthers or wolves, + had made it their home; it now served as a dwelling for young Hermas and + his father. + </p> + <p> + Many similar caves were to be found in the holy Fountain, and other + anchorites had taken possession of the larger ones among them. + </p> + <p> + That of Stephanus was exceptionally high and deep, and yet the space was + but small which divided the two beds of dried mountain herbs where, on + one, slept the father, and on the other, the son. + </p> + <p> + It was long past midnight, but neither the younger nor the elder + cave-dweller seemed to be sleeping. Hermas groaned aloud and threw himself + vehemently from one side to the other without any consideration for the + old man who, tormented with pain and weakness, sorely needed sleep. + Stephanus meanwhile denied himself the relief of turning over or of + sighing, when he thought he perceived that his more vigorous son had found + rest. + </p> + <p> + “What could have robbed him of his rest, the boy who usually slept so + soundly, and was so hard to waken?” + </p> + <p> + “Whence comes it,” thought Stephanus, “that the young and strong sleep so + soundly and so much, and the old, who need rest, and even the sick, sleep + so lightly and so little. Is it that wakefulness may prolong the little + term of life, of which they dread the end? How is it that man clings so + fondly to this miserable existence, and would fain slink away, and hide + himself when the angel calls and the golden gates open before him! We are + like Saul, the Hebrew, who hid himself when they came to him with the + crown! My wound burns painfully; if only I had a drink of water. If the + poor child were not so sound asleep I might ask him for the jar.” + </p> + <p> + Stephanus listened to his son and would not wake him, when he heard his + heavy and regular breathing. He curled himself up shivering under the + sheep-skin which covered only half his body, for the icy night wind now + blew through the opening of the cave, which by day was as hot as an oven. + </p> + <p> + Some long minutes wore away; at last he thought he perceived that Hermas + had raised himself. Yes, the sleeper must have wakened, for he began to + speak, and to call on the name of God. + </p> + <p> + The old man turned to his son and began softly, “Do you hear me, my boy?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot sleep,” answered the youth. + </p> + <p> + “Then give me something to drink,” asked Stephanus, “my wound burns + intolerably.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas rose at once, and reached the water-jar to the sufferer. + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, thanks, my child,” said the old man, feeling for the neck of the + jar. But he could not find it, and exclaimed with surprise: “How damp and + cold it is—this is clay, and our jar was a gourd.” + </p> + <p> + “I have broken it,” interrupted Hermas, “and Paulus lent me his.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said Stephanus anxious for drink; he gave the jar back to + his son, and waited till he had stretched himself again on his couch. Then + he asked anxiously: “You were out a long time this evening, the gourd is + broken, and you groaned in your sleep. Whom did you meet?” + </p> + <p> + “A demon of hell,” answered Hermas. “And now the fiend pursues me into our + cave, and torments me in a variety of shapes.” + </p> + <p> + “Drive it out then and pray,” said the old man gravely. “Unclean spirits + flee at the name of God.” + </p> + <p> + “I have called upon Him,” sighed Hermas, “but in vain; I see women with + ruddy lips and flowing Hair, and white marble figures with rounded limbs + and flashing eyes beckon to me again and again.” + </p> + <p> + “Then take the scourge,” ordered the father, “and so win peace.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas once more obediently rose, and went out into the air with the + scourge; the narrow limits of the cave did not admit of his swinging it + with all the strength of his arms. + </p> + <p> + Very soon Stephanus heard the whistle of the leathern thongs through the + stillness of the night, their hard blows on the springy muscles of the man + and his son’s painful groaning. + </p> + <p> + At each blow the old man shrank as if it had fallen on himself. At last he + cried as loud as he was able “Enough—that is enough.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas came back into the cave, his father called him to his couch, and + desired him to join with him in prayer. + </p> + <p> + After the ‘Amen’ he stroked the lad’s abundant hair and said, “Since you + went to Alexandria, you have been quite another being. I would I had + withstood bishop Agapitus, and forbidden you the journey. Soon, I know, my + Saviour will call me to himself, and no one will keep you here; then the + tempter will come to you, and all the splendors of the great city, which + after all only shine like rotten wood, like shining snakes and poisonous + purple-berries—” + </p> + <p> + “I do not care for them,” interrupted Hermas, “the noisy place bewildered + and frightened me. Never, never will I tread the spot again.” + </p> + <p> + “So you have always said,” replied Stephanus, “and yet the journey quite + altered you. How often before that I used to think when I heard you laugh + that the sound must surely please our Father in Heaven. And now? You used + to be like a singing bird, and now you go about silent, you look sour and + morose, and evil thoughts trouble your sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “That is my loss,” answered Hermas. “Pray let go of my hand; the night + will soon be past, and you have the whole live-long day to lecture me in.” + Stephanus sighed, and Hermas returned to his couch. + </p> + <p> + Sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake, and would + willingly have spoken to him, but dissatisfaction and defiance closed the + son’s lips, and the father was silent because he could not find exactly + the heart-searching words that he was seeking. + </p> + <p> + At last it was morning, a twilight glimmer struck through the opening of + the cave, and it grew lighter and lighter in the gloomy vault; the boy + awoke and rose yawning. When he saw his father lying with his eyes open, + he asked indifferently, “Shall I stay here or go to morning worship?” + </p> + <p> + “Let us pray here together,” begged the father. “Who knows how long it may + yet be granted to us to do so? I am not far from the day that no evening + ever closes. Kneel down here, and let me kiss the image of the Crucified.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas did as his father desired him, and as they were ending their song + of praise, a third voice joined in the ‘Amen.’ + </p> + <p> + “Paulus!” cried the old man. “The Lord be praised! pray look to my wound + then. The arrow head seeks to work some way out, and it burns fearfully.” + </p> + <p> + “The new comer, an anchorite, who for all clothing wore a shirt-shaped + coat of brown undressed linen, and a sheep-skin, examined the wound + carefully, and laid some herbs on it, murmuring meanwhile some pious + texts. + </p> + <p> + “That is much easier,” sighed the old man. “The Lord has mercy on me for + your goodness’ sake.” + </p> + <p> + “My goodness? I am a vessel of wrath,” replied Paulus, with a deep, rich; + sonorous voice, and his peculiarly kind blue eyes were raised to heaven as + if to attest how greatly men were deceived in him. Then he pushed the + bushy grizzled hair, which hung in disorder over his neck and face, out of + his eyes, and said cheerfully: “No man is more than man, and many men are + less. In the ark there were many beasts, but only one Noah.” + </p> + <p> + “You are the Noah of our little ark,” replied Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “Then this great lout here is the elephant,” laughed Paulus. + </p> + <p> + “You are no smaller than he,” replied Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “It is a pity this stone roof is so low, else we might have measured + ourselves,” said Paulus. “Aye! if Hermas and I were as pious and pure as + we are tall and strong, we should both have the key of paradise in our + pockets. You were scourging yourself this night, boy; I heard the blows. + It is well; if the sinful flesh revolts, thus we may subdue it.” + </p> + <p> + “He groaned heavily and could not sleep,” said Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, did he indeed!” cried Paulus to the youth, and held his powerful + arms out towards him with clenched fists; but the threatening voice was + loud rather than terrible, and wild as the exceptionally big man looked in + his sheepskin, there was such irresistible kindliness in his gaze and in + his voice, that no one could have believed that his wrath was in earnest. + </p> + <p> + “Fiends of hell had met him,” said Stephanus in excuse for his son, “and I + should not have closed an eye even without his groaning; it is the fifth + night.” + </p> + <p> + “But in the sixth,” said Paulus, “sleep is absolutely necessary. Put on + your sheep-skin, Hermas; you must go down to the oasis to the Senator + Petrus, and fetch a good sleeping-draught for our sick man from him or + from Dame Dorothea, the deaconess. Just look! the youngster has really + thought of his father’s breakfast—one’s own stomach is a good + reminder. Only put the bread and the water down here by the couch; while + you are gone I will fetch some fresh—now, come with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait a minute, wait,” cried Stephanus. “Bring a new jar with you from the + town, my son. You lent us yours yesterday, Paulus, and I must—” + </p> + <p> + “I should soon have forgotten it,” interrupted the other. “I have to thank + the careless fellow, for I have now for the first time discovered the + right way to drink, as long as one is well and able. I would not have the + jar back for a measure of gold; water has no relish unless you drink it + out of the hollow of your hand! The shard is yours. I should be warring + against my own welfare, if I required it back. God be praised! the + craftiest thief can now rob me of nothing save my sheepskin.” + </p> + <p> + Stephanus would have thanked him, but he took Hermas by the hand, and led + him out into the open air. For some time the two men walked in silence + over the clefts and boulders up the mountain side. When they had reached a + plateau, which lay on the road that led from the sea over the mountain + into the oasis, he turned to the youth, and said: + </p> + <p> + “If we always considered all the results of our actions there would be no + sins committed.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas looked at him enquiringly, and Paulus went on, “If it had occurred + to you to think how sorely your poor father needed sleep, you would have + lain still this night.” + </p> + <p> + “I could not,” said the youth sullenly. “And you know very well that I + scourged myself hard enough.” + </p> + <p> + “That was quite right, for you deserved a flogging for a misconducted + boy.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas looked defiantly at his reproving friend, the flaming color mounted + to his cheek: for he remembered the shepherdess’s words that he might go + and complain to his nurse, and he cried out angrily: + </p> + <p> + “I will not let any one speak to me so; I am no longer a child.” + </p> + <p> + “Not even your father’s?” asked Paulus, and he looked at the boy with such + an astonished and enquiring air, that Hermas turned away his eyes in + confusion. + </p> + <p> + “It is not right at any rate to trouble the last remnant of life of that + very man who longs to live for your sake only.” + </p> + <p> + “I should have been very willing to be still, for I love my father as well + as any one else.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not beat him,” replied Paulus, “you carry him bread and water, and + do not drink up the wine yourself, which the Bishop sends him home from + the Lord’s supper; that is something certainly, but not enough by a long + way.” + </p> + <p> + “I am no saint!” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I neither,” exclaimed Paulus, “I am full of sin and weakness. But I + know what the love is which was taught us by the Saviour, and that you too + may know. He suffered on the cross for you, and for me, and for all the + poor and vile. Love is at once the easiest and the most difficult of + attainments. It requires sacrifice. And you? How long is it now since you + last showed your father a cheerful countenance?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot be a hypocrite.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor need you, but you must love. Certainly it is not by what his hand + does but by what his heart cheerfully offers, and by what he forces + himself to give up that a man proves his love.” + </p> + <p> + “And is it no sacrifice that I waste all my youth here?” asked the boy. + </p> + <p> + Paulus stepped back from him a little way, shook his matted head, and + said, “Is that it? You are thinking of Alexandria! Ay! no doubt life runs + away much quicker there than on our solitary mountain. You do not fancy + the tawny shepherd girl, but perhaps some pretty pink and white Greek + maiden down there has looked into your eyes?” + </p> + <p> + “Let me alone about the women,” answered Hermas, with genuine annoyance. + “There are other things to look at there.” + </p> + <p> + The youth’s eyes sparkled as he spoke, and Paulus asked, not without + interest, “Indeed?” + </p> + <p> + “You know Alexandria better than I,” answered Hermas evasively. “You were + born there, and they say you had been a rich young man.” + </p> + <p> + “Do they say so?” said Paulus. “Perhaps they are right; but you must know + that I am glad that nothing any longer belongs to me of all the vanities + that I possessed, and I thank my Saviour that I can now turn my back on + the turmoil of men. What was it that seemed to you so particularly + tempting in all that whirl?” + </p> + <p> + Hermas hesitated. He feared to speak, and yet something urged and drove + him to say out all that was stirring his soul. If any one of all those + grave men who despised the world and among whom he had grown up, could + ever understand him, he knew well that it would be Paulus; Paulus whose + rough beard he had pulled when he was little, on whose shoulders he had + often sat, and who had proved to him a thousand times how truly he loved + him. It is true the Alexandrian was the severest of them all, but he was + harsh only to himself. Hermas must once for all unburden his heart, and + with sudden decision he asked the anchorite: + </p> + <p> + “Did you often visit the baths?” + </p> + <p> + “Often? I only wonder that I did not melt away and fall to pieces in the + warm water like a wheaten loaf.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you laugh at that which makes men beautiful?” cried Hermas + hastily. “Why may Christians even visit the baths in Alexandria, while we + up here, you and my father and all anchorites, only use water to quench + our thirst? You compel me to live like one of you, and I do not like being + a dirty beast.” + </p> + <p> + “None can see us but the Most High,” answered Paulus, “and for him we + cleanse and beautify our souls.” + </p> + <p> + “But the Lord gave us our body too,” interrupted Hermas. “It is written + that man is the image of God. And we! I appeared to myself as repulsive as + a hideous ape when at the great baths by the Gate of the Sun I saw the + youths and men with beautifully arranged and scented hair and smooth limbs + that shone with cleanliness and purification. And as they went past, and I + looked at my mangy sheepfell, and thought of my wild mane and my arms and + feet, which are no worse formed or weaker than theirs were, I turned hot + and cold, and I felt as if some bitter drink were choking me. I should + have liked to howl out with shame and envy and vexation. I will not be + like a monster!” + </p> + <p> + Hermas ground his teeth as he spoke the last words, and Paulus looked + uneasily at him as he went on: “My body is God’s as much as my soul is, + and what is allowed to the Christians in the city—” + </p> + <p> + “That we nevertheless may not do,” Paulus interrupted gravely. “He who has + once devoted himself to Heaven must detach himself wholly from the charm + of life, and break one tie after another that binds him to the dust. I too + once upon a time have anointed this body, and smoothed this rough hair, + and rejoiced sincerely over my mirror; but I say to you, Hermas—and, + by my dear Saviour, I say it only because I feel it, deep in my heart I + feel it—to pray is better than to bathe, and I, a poor wretch, have + been favored with hours in which my spirit has struggled free, and has + been permitted to share as an honored guest in the festal joys of Heaven!” + </p> + <p> + While he spoke, his wide open eyes had turned towards Heaven and had + acquired a wondrous brightness. For a short time the two stood opposite + each other silent and motionless; at last the anchorite pushed the hair + from off his brow, which was now for the first time visible. It was + well-formed, though somewhat narrow, and its clear fairness formed a sharp + contrast to his sunburnt face. + </p> + <p> + “Boy,” he said with a deep breath, “you know not what joys you would + sacrifice for the sake of worthless things. Long ere the Lord, calls the + pious man to Heaven, the pious has brought Heaven down to earth in + himself.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas well understood what the anchorite meant, for his father often for + hours at a time gazed up into Heaven in prayer, neither seeing nor hearing + what was going on around him, and was wont to relate to his son, when he + awoke from his ecstatic vision, that he had seen the Lord or heard the + angel-choir. + </p> + <p> + He himself had never succeeded in bringing himself into such a state, + although Stephanus had often compelled him to remain on his knees praying + with him for many interminable hours. It often happened that the old man’s + feeble flame of life had threatened to become altogether extinct after + these deeply soul-stirring exercises, and Hermas would gladly have + forbidden him giving himself up to such hurtful emotions, for he loved his + father; but they were looked upon as special manifestations of grace, and + how should a son dare to express his aversion to such peculiarly sacred + acts? But to Paulus and in his present mood he found courage to speak out. + </p> + <p> + “I have sure hope of Paradise,” he said, “but it will be first opened to + us after death. The Christian should be patient; why can you not wait for + Heaven till the Saviour calls you, instead of desiring to enjoy its + pleasures here on earth? This first and that after! Why Should God have + bestowed on us the gifts of the flesh if not that we may use them? Beauty + and strength are not empty trifles, and none but a fool gives noble gifts + to another, only in order to throw them away.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus gazed in astonishment at the youth, who up to this moment had + always unresistingly obeyed his father and him, and he shook his head as + he answered, + </p> + <p> + “So think the children of this world who stand far from the Most High. In + the image of God are we made no doubt, but what child would kiss the image + of his father, when the father offers him his own living lips?” + </p> + <p> + Paulus had meant to say ‘mother’ instead of ‘father,’ but he remembered in + time that Hermas had early lost the happiness of caressing a mother, and + he had hastily amended the phrase. He was one of those to whom it is so + painful to hurt another, that they never touch a wounded soul unless to + heal it, divining the seat of even the most hidden pain. + </p> + <p> + He was accustomed to speak but little, but now he went on eagerly: + </p> + <p> + “By so much as God is far above our miserable selves, by so much is the + contemplation of Him worthier of the Christian than that of his own + person. Oh! who is indeed so happy as to have wholly lost that self and to + be perfectly absorbed in God! But it pursues us, and when the soul fondly + thinks itself already blended in union with the Most High it cries out + ‘Here am I!’ and drags our nobler part down again into the dust. It is bad + enough that we must hinder the flight of the soul, and are forced to + nourish and strengthen the perishable part of our being with bread and + water and slothful sleep to the injury of the immortal part, however much + we may fast and watch. And shall we indulge the flesh, to the detriment of + the spirit, by granting it any of its demands that can easily be denied? + Only he who despises and sacrifices his wretched self can, when he has + lost his baser self by the Redeemer’s grace, find himself again in God.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas had listened patiently to the anchorite, but he now shook his head, + and said: “I cannot under stand either you or my father. So long as I walk + on this earth, I am I and no other. After death, no doubt, but not till + then, will a new and eternal life begin.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” cried Paulus hastily, interrupting him. “That other and higher + life of which you speak, does not begin only after death for him who while + still living does not cease from dying, from mortifying the flesh, and + from subduing its lusts, from casting from him the world and his baser + self, and from seeking the Lord. It has been vouchsafed to many even in + the midst of life to be born again to a higher existence. Look at me, the + basest of the base. I am not two but one, and yet am I in the sight of the + Lord as certainly another man than I was before grace found me, as this + young shoot, which has grown from the roots of an overthrown palmtree is + another tree than the rotten trunk. I was a heathen and enjoyed every + pleasure of the earth to the utmost; then I became a Christian; the grace + of the Lord fell upon me, and I was born again, and became a child again; + but this time—the Redeemer be praised!—the child of the Lord. + In the midst of life I died, I rose again, I found the joys of Heaven. I + had been Menander, and like unto Saul, I became Paulus. All that Menander + loved—baths, feasts, theatres, horses and chariots, games in the + arena, anointed limbs, roses and garlands, purple-garments, wine and the + love of women—lie behind me like some foul bog out of which a + traveller has struggled with difficulty. Not a vein of the old man + survives in the new, and a new life has begun for me, mid-way to the + grave; nor for me only, but for all pious men. For you too the hour will + sound, in which you will die to—” + </p> + <p> + “If only I, like you, had been a Menander,” cried Hermas, sharply + interrupting the speaker: “How is it possible to cast away that which I + never possessed? In order to die one first must live. This wretched life + seems to me contemptible, and I am weary of running after you like a calf + after a cow. I am free-born, and of noble race, my father himself has told + me so, and I am certainly no feebler in body than the citizens’ sons in + the town with whom I went from the baths to the wrestling-school.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you go to the Palaestra?” asked Paulus in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “To the wrestling-school of Timagetus,” cried Hermas, coloring. “From + outside the gate I watched the games of the youths as they wrestled, and + threw heavy disks at a mark. My eyes almost sprang out of my head at the + sight, and I could have cried out aloud with envy and vexation, at having + to stand there in my ragged sheep-skin excluded from all competition. If + Pachomius had not just then come up, by the Lord I must have sprung into + the arena, and have challenged the strongest of them all to wrestle with + me, and I could have thrown the disk much farther than the scented puppy + who won the victory and was crowned.” + </p> + <p> + “You may thank, Pachomius,” said Paulus laughing, “for having hindered + you, for you would have earned nothing in the arena but mockery and + disgrace. You are strong enough, certainly, but the art of the discobolus + must be learned like any other. Hercules himself would be beaten at that + game without practice, and if he did not know the right way to handle the + disk.” + </p> + <p> + “It would not have been the first time I had thrown one,” cried the boy. + “See, what I can do!” With these words he stooped and raised one of the + flat stones, which lay piled up to secure the pathway; extending his arm + with all his strength, he flung the granite disk over the precipice away + into the abyss. + </p> + <p> + “There, you see,” cried Paulus, who had watched the throw carefully and + not without some anxious excitement. “However strong your arm may be, any + novice could throw farther than you if only he knew the art of holding the + discus. It is not so—not so; it must cut through the air like a + knife with its sharp edge. Look how you hold your hand, you throw like a + woman! The wrist straight, and now your left foot behind, and your knee + bent! see, how clumsy you are! Here, give me the stone. You take the + discus so, then you bend your body, and press down your knees like the arc + of a bow, so that every sinew in your body helps to speed the shot when + you let go. Aye—that is better, but it is not quite right yet. First + heave the discus with your arm stretched out, then fix your eye on the + mark; now swing it out high behind you—stop! once more! your arm + must be more strongly strained before you throw. That might pass, but you + ought to be able to hit the palm-tree yonder. Give me your discus, and + that stone. There; the unequal corners hinder its flight—now pay + attention!” Paulus spoke with growing eagerness, and now he grasped the + flat stone, as he might have done many years since when no youth in + Alexandria had been his match in throwing the discus. + </p> + <p> + He bent his knees, stretched out his body, gave play to his wrist, + extended his arm to the utmost and hurled the stone into space, while the + clenched toes of his right foot deeply dinted the soil. + </p> + <p> + But it fell to the ground before reaching which Paulus had indicated as + the mark. + </p> + <p> + “Wait!” cried Hermas. “Let me try now to hit the tree.” + </p> + <p> + His stone whistled through the air, but it did not even reach the mound, + into which the palm-tree had struck root. + </p> + <p> + Paulus shook his head disapprovingly, and in his, turn seized a flat + stone; and now an eager contest began. At every throw Hermas’ stone flew + farther, for he copied his teacher’s action and grasp with increasing + skill, while the older man’s arm began to tire. At last Hermas for the + second time hit the palm-tree, while Paulus had failed to reach even the + mound with his last fling. + </p> + <p> + The pleasure of the contest took stronger possession of the anchorite; he + flung his raiment from him, and seizing another stone he cried out—as + though he were standing once more in the wrestling school among his old + companions; all shining with their anointment. + </p> + <p> + “By the silver-bowed Apollo, and the arrow-speeding Artemis, I will hit + the palm-tree.” + </p> + <p> + The missile sang through the air, his body sprang back, and he stretched + out his left arm to save his tottering balance; there was a crash, the + tree quivered under the blow, and Hermas shouted joyfully: “Wonderful! + wonderful! that was indeed a throw. The old Menander is not dead! Farewell—to-morrow + we will try again.” + </p> + <p> + With these words Hermas quitted the anchorite, and hastened with wide + leaps down the hill in the oasis. Paulus started at the words like a + sleep-walker who is suddenly wakened by hearing his name called. He looked + about him in bewilderment, as if he had to find his way in some strange + world. Drops of sweat stood on his brow, and with sudden shame he snatched + up his garments that were lying on the ground, and covered his naked + limbs. + </p> + <p> + For some time he stood gazing after Hermas, then he clasped his brow in + deep anguish and large tears ran down upon his beard. + </p> + <p> + “What have I said?” he muttered to himself; “That every vein of the old + man in me was extirpated? Fool! vain madman that I am. They named me + Paulus, and I am in truth Saul, aye, and worse than Saul!” + </p> + <p> + With these words he threw himself on his knees, pressing his forehead + against the hard rock, and began to pray. He felt as if he had been flung + from a height on to spears and lances, as if his heart and soul were + bleeding, and while he remained there, dissolved in grief and prayer, + accusing and condemning himself, he felt not the burning of the sun as it + mounted in the sky, heeded not the flight of time, nor heard the approach + of a party of pilgrims, who, under the guidance of bishop Agapitus, were + visiting the Holy Places. The palmers saw him at prayer, heard his sobs, + and, marvelling at his piety, at a sign from their pastor they knelt down + behind him. + </p> + <p> + When Paulus at last arose, he perceived with surprise and alarm the + witnesses of his devotions, and approached Agapitus to kiss his robe. But + the bishop said: “Not so; he that is most pious is the greatest among us. + My friends, let us bow down before this saintly man!” + </p> + <p> + The pilgrims obeyed his command. Paulus hid his face in his hands and + sobbed out: “Wretch, wretch that I am!” + </p> + <p> + And the pilgrims lauded his humility, and followed their leader who left + the spot. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> + <p> + Hermas had hastened onwards without delay. He had already reached the last + bend of the path he had followed down the ravine, and he saw at his feet + the long narrow valley and the gleaming waters of the stream, which here + fertilized the soil of the desert. He looked down on lofty palms and + tamarisk shrubs innumerable, among which rose the houses of the + inhabitants, surrounded by their little gardens and small + carefully-irrigated fields; already he could hear the crowing of a cock + and the hospitable barking of a dog, sounds which came to him like a + welcome from the midst of that life for which he yearned, accustomed as he + was to be surrounded day and night by the deep and lonely stillness of the + rocky heights. + </p> + <p> + He stayed his steps, and his eyes followed the thin columns of smoke, + which floated tremulously up in the clear light of the ever mounting sun + from the numerous hearths that lay below him. + </p> + <p> + “They are cooking breakfast now,” thought he, “the wives for their + husbands, the mothers for their children, and there, where that dark smoke + rises, very likely a splendid feast is being prepared for guests; but I am + nowhere at home, and no one will invite me in.” The contest with Paulus + had excited and cheered him, but the sight of the city filled his young + heart with renewed bitterness, and his lips trembled as he looked down on + his sheepskin and his unwashed limbs. With hasty resolve he turned his + back on the oasis and hurried up the mountain. By the side of the brooklet + that he knew of he threw off his coarse garment, let the cool water flow + over his body, washed himself carefully and with much enjoyment, stroked + clown his thick hair with his fingers, and then hurried down again into + the valley. + </p> + <p> + The gorge through which he had descended debouched by a hillock that rose + from the valley-plain; a small newly-built church leaned against its + eastern declivity, and it was fortified on all sides by walls and dikes, + behind which the citizens found shelter when they were threatened by the + Saracen robbers of the oasis. This hill passed for a particularly sacred + spot. Moses was supposed to have prayed on its summit during the battle + with the Amalekites while his arms were held up by Aaron and Hur. + </p> + <p> + But there were other notable spots in the neighborhood of the oasis. There + farther to the north was the rock whence Moses had struck the water; there + higher up, and more to the south-east, was the hill, where the Lord had + spoken to the law-giver face to face, and where he had seen the burning + bush; there again was the spring where he had met the daughters of Jethro, + Zippora and Ledja, so called in the legend. Pious pilgrims came to these + holy places in great numbers, and among them many natives of the + peninsula, particularly Nabateans, who had previously visited the holy + mountain in order to sacrifice on its summit to their gods, the sun, moon, + and planets. At the outlet, towards the north, stood a castle, which ever + since the Syrian Prefect, Cornelius Palma, had subdued Arabia Petraea in + the time of Trajan, had been held by a Roman garrison for the protection + of the blooming city of the desert against the incursions of the marauding + Saracens and Blemmyes. + </p> + <p> + But the citizens of Pharan themselves had taken measures for the security + of their property. On the topmost cliffs of the jagged crown of the giant + mountain—the most favorable spots for a look-out far and wide—they + placed sentinels, who day and night scanned the distance, so as to give a + warning-signal in case of approaching clanger. Each house resembled a + citadel, for it was built of strong masonry, and the younger men were all + well exercised bowmen. The more distinguished families dwelt near the + church-hill, and there too stood the houses of the Bishop Agapitus, and of + the city councillors of Pharan. + </p> + <p> + Among these the Senator Petrus enjoyed the greatest respect, partly by + reason of his solid abilities, and of his possessions in quarries, + garden-ground, date palms, and cattle; partly in consequence of the rare + qualities of his wife, the deaconess Dorothea, the granddaughter of the + long-deceased and venerable Bishop Chaeremon, who had fled hither with his + wife during the persecution of the Christians under Decius, and who had + converted many of the Pharanites to the knowledge of the Redeemer. + </p> + <p> + The house of Petrus was of strong and well-joined stone, and the palm + garden adjoining was carefully tended. Twenty slaves, many camels, and + even two horses belonged to him, and the centurion in command of the + Imperial garrison, the Gaul Phoebicius, and his wife Sirona, lived as + lodgers under his roof; not quite to the satisfaction of the councillor, + for the centurion was no Christian, but a worshipper of Mithras, in whose + mysteries the wild Gaul had risen to the grade of a ‘Lion,’ whence his + people, and with them the Pharanites in general, were wont to speak of him + as “the Lion.” + </p> + <p> + His predecessor had been an officer of much lower rank but a believing + Christian, whom Petrus had himself requested to live in his house, and + when, about a year since, the Lion Phoebicius had taken the place of the + pious Pankratius, the senator could not refuse him the quarters, which had + become a right. + </p> + <p> + Hermas went shyly and timidly towards the court of Petrus’ house, and his + embarrassment increased when he found himself in the hall of the stately + stone-house, which he had entered without let or hindrance, and did not + know which way to turn. There was no one there to direct him, and he dared + not go up the stairs which led to the upper story, although it seemed that + Petrus must be there. Yes, there was no doubt, for he heard talking + overhead and clearly distinguished the senator’s deep voice. Hermas + advanced, and set his foot on the first step of the stairs; but he had + scarcely begun to go up with some decision, and feeling ashamed of his + bashfulness, when he heard a door fly open just above him, and from it + there poured a flood of fresh laughing children’s voices, like a pent up + stream when the miller opens the sluice gate. + </p> + <p> + He glanced upwards in surprise, but there was no time for consideration, + for the shouting troop of released little ones had already reached the + stairs. In front of all hastened a beautiful young woman with golden hair; + she was laughing gaily, and held a gaudily-dressed doll high above her + head. She came backwards towards the steps, turning her fair face beaming + with fun and delight towards the children, who, full of their longing, + half demanding, half begging, half laughing, half crying, shouted in + confusion, “Let us be, Sirona,” “Do not take it away again, Sirona,” “Do + stay here, Sirona,” again and again, “Sirona—Sirona.” + </p> + <p> + A lovely six year old maiden stretched up as far as she could to reach the + round white arm that held the play-thing; with her left hand, which was + free, she gaily pushed away three smaller children, who tried to cling to + her knees and exclaimed, still stepping backwards, “No, no; you shall not + have it till it has a new gown; it shall be as long and as gay as the + Emperors’s robe. Let me go, Caecilia, or you will fall down as naughty + Nikon did the other day.” + </p> + <p> + By this time she had reached the steps; she turned suddenly, and with + outstretched arms she stopped the way of the narrow stair on which Hermas + was standing, gazing open-mouthed at the merry scene above his head. Just + as Sirona was preparing to run down, she perceived him and started; but + when she saw that the anchorite from pure embarrassment could find no + words in which to answer her question as to what he wanted, she laughed + heartily again and called out: “Come up, we shall not hurt you—shall + we children?” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Hermas had found courage enough to give utterance to his wish to + speak with the senator, and the young woman, who looked with complacency + on his strong and youthful frame, offered to conduct him to him. + </p> + <p> + Petrus had been talking to his grown up elder sons; they were tall men, + but their father was even taller than they, and of unusual breadth of + shoulder. + </p> + <p> + While the young men were speaking, he stroked his short grey beard and + looked down at the ground in sombre gravity, as it might have seemed to + the careless observer; but any one who looked closer might quickly + perceive that not seldom a pleased smile, though not less often a somewhat + bitter one, played upon the lips of the prudent and judicious man. He was + one of those who can play with their children like a young mother, take + the sorrows of another as much to heart as if they were their own, and yet + who look so gloomy, and allow themselves to make such sharp speeches, that + only those who are on terms of perfect confidence with them, cease to + misunderstand them and fear them. There was something fretting the soul of + this man, who nevertheless possessed all that could contribute to human + happiness. His was a thankful nature, and yet he was conscious that he + might have been destined to something greater than fate had permitted him + to achieve or to be. He had remained a stone-cutter, but his sons had both + completed their education in good schools in Alexandria. The elder, + Antonius, who already had a house of his own and a wife and children, was + an architect and artist-mechanic; the younger, Polykarp, was a gifted + young sculptor. The noble church of the oasis-city had been built under + the direction of the elder; Polykarp, who had only come home a month + since, was preparing to establish and carry on works of great extent in + his father’s quarries, for he had received a commission to decorate the + new court of the Sebasteion or Caesareum, as it was called—a grand + pile in Alexandria—with twenty granite lions. More than thirty + artists had competed with him for this work, but the prize was unanimously + adjudged to his models by qualified judges. The architect whose function + it was to construct the colonnades and pavement of the court was his + friend, and had agreed to procure the blocks of granite, the flags and the + columns which he required from Petrus’ quarries, and not, as had formerly + been the custom, from those of Syene by the first Cataract. + </p> + <p> + Antonius and Polykarp were now standing with their father before a large + table, explaining to him a plan which they had worked out together and + traced on the thin wax surface of a wooden tablet. The young architect’s + proposal was to bridge over a deep but narrow gorge, which the beasts of + burden were obliged to avoid by making a wide circuit, and so to make a + new way from the quarries to the sea, which should be shorter by a third + than the old one. The cost of this structure would soon be recouped by the + saving in labor, and with perfect certainty, if only the transport-ships + were laden at Clysma with a profitable return freight of Alexandrian + manufactures, instead of returning empty as they had hitherto done. + Petrus, who could shine as a speaker in the council-meetings, in private + life spoke but little. At each of his son’s new projects he raised his + eyes to the speaker’s face, as if to see whether the young man had not + lost his wits, while his mouth, only half hidden by his grey beard, smiled + approvingly. + </p> + <p> + When Antonius began to unfold his plan for remedying the inconvenience of + the ravine that impeded the way, the senator muttered, “Only get feathers + to grow on the slaves, and turn the black ones into ravens and the white + ones into gulls, and then they might fly across. What do not people learn + in the metropolis!” + </p> + <p> + When he heard the word ‘bridge’ he stared at the young artist. “The only + question,” said he, “is whether Heaven will lend us a rainbow.” But when + Polykarp proposed to get some cedar trunks from Syria through his friend + in Alexandria, and when his elder son explained his drawings of the arch + with which he promised to span the gorge and make it strong and safe, he + followed their words with attention; at the same time he knit his eyebrows + as gloomily and looked as stern as if he were listening to some narrative + of crime. Still, he let them speak on to the end, and though at first he + only muttered that it was mere “fancy-work” or “Aye, indeed, if I were the + emperor;” he afterwards asked clear and precise questions, to which he + received positive and well considered answers. Antonius proved by figures + that the profit on the delivery of material for the Caesareum only would + cover more than three quarters of the outlay. Then Polykarp began to speak + and declared that the granite of the Holy Mountain was finer in color and + in larger blocks than that from Syene. + </p> + <p> + “We work cheaper here than at the Cataract,” interrupted Antonius. “And + the transport of the blocks will not come too dear when we have the bridge + and command the road to the sea, and avail ourselves of the canal of + Trajan, which joins the Nile to the Red Sea, and which in a few months + will again be navigable.” + </p> + <p> + “And if my lions are a success,” added Polykarp, “and if Zenodotus is + satisfied with our stone and our work, it may easily happen that we + outstrip Syene in competition, and that some of the enormous orders that + now flow from Constantine’s new residence to the quarries at Syene, may + find their way to us.” + </p> + <p> + “Polykarp is not over sanguine,” continued Antonius, “for the emperor is + beautifying and adding to Byzantium with eager haste. Whoever erects a new + house has a yearly allowance of corn, and in order to attract folks of our + stamp—of whom he cannot get enough—he promises entire + exemption from taxation to all sculptors, architects, and even to skilled + laborers. If we finish the blocks and pillars here exactly to the designs, + they will take up no superfluous room in the ships, and no one will be + able to deliver them so cheaply as we.” + </p> + <p> + “No, nor so good,” cried Polykarp, “for you yourself are an artist, + father, and understand stone-work as well as any man. I never saw a finer + or more equally colored granite than the block you picked out for my first + lion. I am finishing it here on the spot, and I fancy it will make a show. + Certainly it will be difficult to take a foremost place among the noble + works of the most splendid period of art, which already fill the + Caesareum, but I will do my best.” + </p> + <p> + “The Lions will be admirable,” cried Antonius with a glance of pride at + his brother. “Nothing like them has been done by any one these ten years, + and I know the Alexandrians. If the master’s work is praised that is made + out of granite from the Holy Mountain, all the world will have granite + from thence and from no where else. It all depends on whether the + transport of the stone to the sea can be made less difficult and costly.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us try it then,” said Petrus, who during his son’s talk had walked up + and down before them in silence. “Let us try the building of the bridge in + the name of the Lord. We will work out the road if the municipality will + declare themselves ready to bear half the cost; not otherwise, and I tell + you frankly, you have both grown most able men.” + </p> + <p> + The younger son grasped his father’s hand and pressed it with warm + affection to his lips. Petrus hastily stroked his brown locks, then he + offered his strong right hand to his eldest-born and said: “We must + increase the number of our slaves. Call your mother, Polykarp.” The youth + obeyed with cheerful alacrity, and when Dame Dorothea—who was + sitting at the loom with her daughter Marthana and some of her female + slaves—saw him rush into the women’s room with a glowing face, she + rose with youthful briskness in spite of her stout and dignified figure, + and called out to her son: + </p> + <p> + “He has approved of your plans?” + </p> + <p> + “Bridge and all, mother, everything,” cried the young man. “Finer granite + for my lions, than my father has picked out for me is nowhere to be found, + and how glad I am for Antonius! only we must have patience about the + roadway. He wants to speak to you at once.” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea signed to her son to moderate his ecstasy, for he had seized her + hand, and was pulling her away with him, but the tears that stood in her + kind eyes testified how deeply she sympathized in her favorite’s + excitement. + </p> + <p> + “Patience, patience, I am coming directly,” cried she, drawing away her + hand in order to arrange her dress and her grey hair, which was abundant + and carefully dressed, and formed a meet setting for her still pleasing + and unwrinkled face. + </p> + <p> + “I knew it would be so; when you have a reasonable thing to propose to + your father, he will always listen to you and agree with you without my + intervention; women should not mix themselves up with men’s work. Youth + draws a strong bow and often shoots beyond the mark. It would be a pretty + thing if out of foolish affection for you I were to try to play the siren + that should ensnare the steersman of the house—your father—with + flattering words. You laugh at the grey-haired siren? But love overlooks + the ravages of years and has a good memory for all that was once pleasing. + Besides, men have not always wax in their ears when they should have. Come + now to your father.” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea went out past Polykarp and her daughter. The former held his + sister back by the hand and asked—“Was not Sirona with you?” + </p> + <p> + The sculptor tried to appear quite indifferent, but he blushed as he + spoke; Marthana observed this and replied not without a roguish glance: + “She did show us her pretty face; but important business called her away.” + </p> + <p> + “Sirona?” asked Polykarp incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, why not!” answered Marthana laughing. “She had to sew a new + gown for the children’s doll.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you mock at her kindness?” said Polykarp reproachfully. + </p> + <p> + “How sensitive you are!” said Marthana softly. “Sirona is as kind and + sweet as an angel; but you had better look at her rather less, for she is + not one of us, and repulsive as the choleric centurion is to me—” + </p> + <p> + She said no more, for Dame Dorothea, having reached the door of the + sitting-room, looked around for her children. + </p> + <p> + Petrus received his wife with no less gravity than was usual with him, but + there was an arch sparkle in his half closed eyes as he asked: “You + scarcely know what is going on, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “You are madmen, who would fain take Heaven by storm,” she answered gaily. + </p> + <p> + “If the undertaking fails,” said Petrus, pointing to his sons, “those + young ones will feel the loss longer than we shall.” + </p> + <p> + “But it will succeed,” cried Dorothea. “An old commander and young + soldiers can win any battle.” She held out her small plump hand with frank + briskness to her husband, he clasped it cheerily and said: “I think I can + carry the project for the road through the Senate. To build our bridge we + must also procure helping hands, and for that we need your aid, Dorothea. + Our slaves will not suffice.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” cried the lady eagerly; she went to the window and called, + “Jethro, Jethro!” + </p> + <p> + The person thus addressed, the old house-steward, appeared, and Dorothea + began to discuss with him as to which of the inhabitants of the oasis + might be disposed to let them have some able-bodied men, and whether it + might not be possible to employ one or another of the house-slaves at the + building. + </p> + <p> + All that she said was judicious and precise, and showed that she herself + superintended her household in every detail, and was accustomed to command + with complete freedom. + </p> + <p> + “That tall Anubis then is really indispensable in the stable?” she asked + in conclusion. The steward, who up to this moment had spoken shortly and + intelligently, hesitated to answer; at the same time he looked up at + Petrus, who, sunk in the contemplation of the plan, had his back to him; + his glance, and a deprecating movement, expressed very clearly that he had + something to tell, but feared to speak in the presence of his master. Dame + Dorothea was quick of comprehension, and she quite understood Jethro’s + meaning; it was for that very reason that she said with more of surprise + than displeasure: “What does the man mean with his winks? What I may hear, + Petrus may hear too.” + </p> + <p> + The senator turned, and looked at the steward from head to foot with so + dark a glance, that he drew back, and began to speak quickly. But he was + interrupted by the children’s clamors on the stairs and by Sirona, who + brought Hermas to the senator, and said laughing: “I found this great + fellow on the stairs, he was seeking you.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus looked at the youth, not very kindly, and asked: “Who are you? what + is your business?” Hermas struggled in vain for speech; the presence of so + many human beings, of whom three were women, filled him with the utmost + confusion. His fingers twisted the woolly curls on his sheep-skin, and his + lips moved but gave no sound; at last he succeeded in stammering out, “I + am the son of old Stephanus, who was wounded in the last raid of the + Saracens. My father has hardly slept these five nights, and now Paulus has + sent me to you—the pious Paulus of Alexandria—but you know—and + so I—” + </p> + <p> + “I see, I see,” said Petrus with encouraging kindness. “You want some + medicine for the old man. See Dorothea, what a fine young fellow he is + grown, this is the little man that the Antiochian took with him up the + mountain.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas colored, and drew himself up; then he observed with great + satisfaction that he was taller than the senator’s sons, who were of about + the same age as he, and for whom he had a stronger feeling, allied to + aversion and fear, than even for their stern father. Polykarp measured him + with a glance, and said aloud to Sirona, with whom he had exchanged a + greeting, are off whom he had never once taken his eyes since she had come + in: “If we could get twenty slaves with such shoulders as those, we should + get on well. There is work to be done here, you big fellow—” + </p> + <p> + “My name is not ‘fellow,’ but Hermas,” said the anchorite, and the veins + of his forehead began to swell. Polykarp felt that his father’s visitor + was something more than his poor clothing would seem to indicate and that + he had hurt his feelings. He had certainly seen some old anchorites, who + led a contemplative and penitential life up on the sacred mountain, but it + had never occurred to him that a strong youth could be long to the + brotherhood of hermits. So he said to him kindly: “Hermas—is that + your name? We all use our hands here and labor is no disgrace; what is + your handicraft?” + </p> + <p> + This question roused the young anchorite to the highest excitement, and + Dame Dorothea, who perceives what was passing in his mind, said with quick + decision: “He nurses his sick father. That is what you do, my son is it + not? Petrus will not refuse you his help.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not,” the senator added, “I will accompany you by-and-bye to + see him. You must know my children, that this youth’s father was a great + Lord, who gave up rich possessions in order to forget the world, where he + had gone through bitter experiences, and to serve God in his own way, + which we ought to respect though it is not our own. Sit down there, my + son. First we must finish some important business, and then I will go with + you.” + </p> + <p> + “We live high up on the mountain,” stammered Hermas. + </p> + <p> + “Then the air will be all the purer,” replied the senator. “But stay—perhaps + the old man is alone no? The good Paulus, you say, is with him? Then he is + in good hands, and you may wait.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment Petrus stood considering, then he beckoned to his sons, and + said, “Antonius, go at once and see about some slaves—you, Polykarp, + find some strong beasts of burden. You are generally rather easy with your + money, and in this case it is worth while to buy the dearest. The sooner + you return well supplied the better. Action must not halt behind decision, + but follow it quickly and sharply, as the sound follows the blow. You, + Marthana, mix some of the brown fever-potion, and prepare some bandages; + you have the key.” + </p> + <p> + “I will help her,” cried Sirona, who was glad to prove herself useful, and + who was sincerely sorry for the sick old hermit; besides, Hermas seemed to + her like a discovery of her own, for whom she involuntarily felt more + consideration since she had learned that he was the son of a man of rank. + </p> + <p> + While the young women were busy at the medicine-cupboard, Antonius and + Polykarp left the room. + </p> + <p> + The latter had already crossed the threshold, when he turned once more, + and cast a long look at Sirona. Then, with a hasty movement, he went on, + closed the door, and with a heavy sigh descended the stairs. + </p> + <p> + As soon as his sons were gone, Petrus turned to the steward again. + </p> + <p> + “What is wrong with the slave Anubis?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “He is—wounded, hurt,” answered Jethro, “and for the next few days + will be useless. The goat-girl Miriam—the wild cat—cut his + forehead with her reaping hook.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did I not hear of this sooner?” cried Dorothea reprovingly. “What + have you done to the girl?” + </p> + <p> + “We have shut her up in the hay loft,” answered Jethro, “and there she is + raging and storming.” + </p> + <p> + The mistress shook her head disapprovingly. “The girl will not be improved + by that treatment,” she said. “Go and bring her to me.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as the intendant had left the room, she exclaimed, turning to her + husband, “One may well be perplexed about these poor creatures, when one + sees how they behave to each other. I have seen it a thousand times! No + judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slaves!” + </p> + <p> + Jethro and a woman now led Miriam into the room. The girl’s hands were + bound with thick cords, and dry grass clung to her dress and rough black + hair. A dark fire glowed in her eyes, and the muscles of her face moved + incessantly, as if she had St. Vitus’ dance. When Dorothea looked at her + she drew herself up defiantly, and looked around the room, as if to + estimate the strength of her enemies. + </p> + <p> + She then perceived Hermas; the blood left her lips, with a violent effort + she tore her slender hands out of the loops that confined them, covering + her face with them, and fled to the door. But Jethro put himself in her + way, and seized her shoulder with a strong grasp. Miriam shrieked aloud, + and the senator’s daughter, who had set down the medicines she had had in + her hand, and had watched the girl’s movements with much sympathy, + hastened towards her. She pushed away the old man’s hand, and said, “Do + not be frightened, Miriam. Whatever you may have done, my father can + forgive you.” + </p> + <p> + Her voice had a tone of sisterly affection, and the shepherdess followed + Marthana unresistingly to the table, on which the plans for the bridge + were lying, and stood there by her side. + </p> + <p> + For a minute all were silent; at last Dame Dorothea went up to Miriam, and + asked, “What did they do to you, my poor child, that you could so forget + yourself?” + </p> + <p> + Miriam could not understand what was happening to her; she had been + prepared for scoldings and blows, nay for bonds and imprisonment, and now + these gentle words and kind looks! Her defiant spirit was quelled, her + eyes met the friendly eyes of her mistress, and she said in a low voice: + “he had followed me for such a long time, and wanted to ask you for me as + his wife; but I cannot bear him—I hate him as I do all your slaves.” + At these words her eyes sparkled wildly again, and with her old fire she + went on, “I wish I had only hit him with a stick instead of a sickle; but + I took what first came to hand to defend myself. When a man touches me—I + cannot bear it, it is horrible, dreadful! Yesterday I came home later than + usual with the beasts, and by the time I had milked the goats, and was + going to bed, every one in the house was asleep. Then Anubis met me, and + began chattering about love; I repelled him, but he seized me, and held me + with his hand here on my head and wanted to kiss me; then my blood rose, I + caught hold of my reaping hook, that hung by my side, and it was not till + I saw him roaring on the ground, that I saw I had done wrong. How it + happened I really cannot tell—something seemed to rise up in me—something—I + don’t know what to call it. It drives me on as the wind drives the leaves + that lie on the road, and I cannot help it. The best thing you can do is + to let me die, for then you would be safe once for all from my wickedness, + and all would be over and done with.” + </p> + <p> + “How can you speak so?” interrupted Marthana. “You are wild and + ungovernable, but not wicked.” + </p> + <p> + “Only ask him!” cried the girl, pointing with flashing eyes to Hermas, + who, on his part, looked down a the floor in confusion. The senator + exchanged a hasty glance with his wife, they were accustomed to under + stand each other without speech, and Dorothea said: “He who feels that he + is not what he ought to be is already on the high-road to amendment. We + let you keep the goats because you were always running after the flocks, + and never can rest in the house. You are up on the mountain before + morning-prayer, and never come home till after supper is over, and no one + takes any thought for the better part of you. Half of your guilt recoils + upon us, and we have no right to punish you. You need not be so + astonished; every one some times does wrong. Petrus and I are human beings + like you, neither more nor less; but we are Christians, and it is our duty + to look after the souls which God has entrusted to our care, be they our + children or our slaves. You must go no more up the mountain, but shall + stay with us in the house. I shall willingly forgive your hasty deed if + Petrus does not think it necessary to punish you.” + </p> + <p> + The senator gravely shook his head in sign of agreement, and Dorothea + turned to enquire of Jethro: “Is Anubis badly wounded and does he need any + care?’ + </p> + <p> + “He is lying in a fever and wanders in his talk,” was the answer. “Old + Praxinoa is cooling his wound with water.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Miriam can take her place and try to remedy the mischief which she + was the cause of,” said Dorothea. “Half of your guilt will be atoned for, + girl, if Anubis recovers under your care. I will come presently with + Marthana, and show you how to make a bandage.” The shepherdess cast down + her eyes, and passively allowed herself to be conducted to the wounded + man. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Marthana had prepared the brown mixture. Petrus had his staff + and felt-hat brought to him, gave Hermas the medicine and desired him to + follow him. + </p> + <p> + Sirona looked after the couple as they went. “What a pity for such a fine + lad!” she exclaimed. “A purple coat would suit him better than that + wretched sheepskin.” + </p> + <p> + The mistress shrugged her shoulders, and signing to her daughter said: + “Come to work, Marthana, the sun is already high. How the days fly! the + older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away.” + </p> + <p> + “I must be very young then,” said the centurion’s wife, “for in this + wilderness time seems to me to creep along frightfully slow. One day is + the same as another, and I often feel as if life were standing perfectly + still, and my heart pulses with it. What should I be without your house + and the children?—always the same mountain, the same palm-trees, the + same faces!—” + </p> + <p> + “But the mountain is glorious, the trees are beautiful!” answered + Dorothea. “And if we love the people with whom we are in daily + intercourse, even here we may be contented and happy. At least we + ourselves are, so far as the difficulties of life allow. I have often told + you, what you want is work.” + </p> + <p> + “Work! but for whom?” asked Sirona. “If indeed I had children like you! + Even in Rome I was not happy, far from it; and yet there was plenty to do + and to think about. Here a procession, there a theatre; but here! And for + whom should I dress even? My jewels grow dull in my chest, and the moths + eat my best clothes. I am making doll’s clothes now of my colored cloak + for your little ones. If some demon were to transform me into a hedge-hog + or a grey owl, it would be all the same to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not be so sinful,” said Dorothea gravely, but looking with kindly + admiration at the golden hair and lovely sweet face of the young woman. + “It ought to be a pleasure to you to dress yourself for your husband.” + </p> + <p> + “For him?” said Sirona. “He never looks at me, or if he does it is only to + abuse me. The only wonder to me is that I can still be merry at all; nor + am I, except in your house, and not there even but when I forget him + altogether.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not hear such things said—not another word,” interrupted + Dorothea severely. “Take the linen and cooling lotion, Marthana, we will + go and bind up Anubis’ wound.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> + <p> + Petrus went up the mountain side with Hermas. The old man followed the + youth, who showed him the way, and as he raised his eyes from time to + time, he glanced with admiration at his guide’s broad shoulders and + elastic limbs. The road grew broader when it reached a little mountain + plateau, and from thence the two men walked on side by side, but for some + time without speaking till the senator asked: “How long now has your + father lived up on the mountain?” + </p> + <p> + “Many years,” answered Hermas. “But I do not know how many—and it is + all one. No one enquires about time up here among us.” + </p> + <p> + The senator stood still a moment and measured his companion with a glance. + </p> + <p> + “You have been with your father ever since he came?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “He never lets me out of his sight;” replied Hermas. “I have been only + twice into the oasis, even to go to the church.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you have been to no school?” + </p> + <p> + “To what school should I go! My father has taught me to read the Gospels + and I could write, but I have nearly forgotten how. Of what use would it + be to me? We live like praying beasts.” + </p> + <p> + Deep bitterness sounded in the last words, and Petrus could see into the + troubled spirit of his companion, overflowing as it was with weary + disgust, and he perceived how the active powers of youth revolted in + aversion against the slothful waste of life, to which he was condemned. He + was grieved for the boy, and he was not one of those who pass by those in + peril without helping them. Then he thought of his own sons, who had grown + up in the exercise and fulfilment of serious duties, and he owned to + himself that the fine young fellow by his side was in no way their + inferior, and needed nothing but to be guided aright. He thoughtfully + looked first at the youth and then on the ground, and muttered + unintelligible words into his grey beard as they walked on. Suddenly he + drew himself up and nodded decisively; he would make an attempt to save + Hermas, and faithful to his own nature, action trod on the heels of + resolve. Where the little level ended the road divided, one path continued + to lead upwards, the other deviated to the valley and ended at the + quarries. Petrus was for taking the latter, but Hermas cried out, “That is + not the way to our cave; you must follow me.” + </p> + <p> + “Follow thou me!” replied the senator, and the words were spoken with a + tone and expression, that left no doubt in the youth’s mind as to their + double meaning. “The day is yet before us, and we will see what my + laborers are doing. Do you know the spot where they quarry the stone?” + </p> + <p> + “How should I not know it?” said Hermas, passing the senator to lead the + way. “I know every path from our mountain to the oasis, and to the sea. A + panther had its lair in the ravine behind your quarries.” + </p> + <p> + “So we have learnt,” said Petrus. “The thievish beasts have slaughtered + two young camels, and the people can neither catch them in their toils nor + run them down with dogs.” + </p> + <p> + “They will leave you in peace now,” said the boy laughing. “I brought down + the male from the rock up there with an arrow, and I found the mother in a + hollow with her young ones. I had a harder job with her; my knife is so + bad, and the copper blade bent with the blow; I had to strangle the gaudy + devil with my hands, and she tore my shoulder and bit my arm. Look! there + are the scars. But thank God, my wounds heal quicker than my father’s. + Paulus says, I am like an earth-worm; when it is cut in two the two halves + say good-bye to each other, and crawl off sound and gay, one way, and the + other another way. The young panthers were so funny and helpless, I would + not kill them, but I did them up in my sheepskin, and brought them to my + father. He laughed at the little beggars, and then a Nabataean took them + to be sold at Clysma to a merchant from Rome. There and at Byzantium, + there is a demand for all kinds of living beasts of prey. I got some money + for them, and for the skins of the old ones, and kept it to pay for my + journey, when I went with the others to Alexandria to ask the blessing of + the new Patriarch.” + </p> + <p> + “You went to the metropolis?” asked Petrus. “You saw the great structures, + that secure the coast from the inroads of the sea, the tall Pharos with + the far-shining fire, the strong bridges, the churches, the palaces and + temples with their obelisks, pillars, and beautiful paved courts? Did it + never enter your mind to think that it would be a proud thing to construct + such buildings?” + </p> + <p> + Hermas shook his head. “Certainly I would rather live in an airy house + with colonnades than in our dingy cavern, but building would never be in + my way. What a long time it takes to put one stone on another! I am not + patient, and when I leave my father I will do something that shall win me + fame. But there are the quarries—” Petrus did not let his companion + finish his sentence, but interrupted him with all the warmth of youth, + exclaiming: “And do you mean to say that fame cannot be won by the arts of + building? Look there at the blocks and flags, here at the pillars of hard + stone. These are all to be sent to Aila, and there my son Antonius, the + elder of the two that you saw just now, is going to build a House of God, + with strong walls and pillars, much larger and handsomer than our church + in the oasis, and that is his work too. He is not much older than you are, + and already he is famous among the people far and wide. Out of those red + blocks down there my younger son Polykarp will hew noble lions, which are + destined to decorate the finest building in the capital itself. When you + and I, and all that are now living, shall have been long since forgotten, + still it will be said these are the work of the Master Polykarp, the son + of Petrus, the Pharanite. What he can do is certainly a thing peculiar to + himself, no one who is not one of the chosen and gifted ones can say, ‘I + will learn to do that.’ But you have a sound understanding, strong hands + and open eyes, and who can tell what else there is hidden in you. If you + could begin to learn soon, it would not yet be too late to make a worthy + master of you, but of course he who would rise so high must not be afraid + of work. Is your mind set upon fame? That is quite right, and I am very + glad of it; but you must know that he who would gather that rare fruit + must water it, as a noble heathen once said, with the sweat of his brow. + Without trouble and labor and struggles there can be no victory, and men + rarely earn fame without fighting for victory.” + </p> + <p> + The old man’s vehemence was contagious; the lad’s spirit was roused, and + he exclaimed warmly: “What do you say? that I am afraid of struggles and + trouble? I am ready to stake everything, even my life, only to win fame. + But to measure stone, to batter defenceless blocks with a mallet and + chisel, or to join the squares with accurate pains—that does not + tempt me. I should like to win the wreath in the Palaestra by flinging the + strongest to the ground, or surpass all others as a warrior in battle; my + father was a soldier too, and he may talk as much as he will of ‘peace,’ + and nothing but ‘peace,’ all the same in his dreams he speaks of bloody + strife and burning wounds. If you only cure him I will stay no longer on + this lonely mountain, even if I must steal away in secret. For what did + God give me these arms, if not to use them?” + </p> + <p> + Petrus made no answer to these words, which came is a stormy flood from + Hermas’ lips, but he stroked his grey beard, and thought to himself, “The + young of the eagle does not catch flies. I shall never win over this + soldier’s son to our peaceful handicraft, but he shall not remain on the + mountain among these queer sluggards, for there he is being ruined, and + yet he is not of a common sort.” + </p> + <p> + When he had given a few orders to the overseer of his workmen, he followed + the young man to see his suffering father. + </p> + <p> + It was now some hours since Hermas and Paulus had left the wounded + anchorite, and he still lay alone in his cave. The sun, as it rose higher + and higher, blazed down upon the rocks, which began to radiate their heat, + and the hermit’s dwelling was suffocatingly hot. The pain of the poor + man’s wound increased, his fever was greater, and he was very thirsty. + There stood the jug, which Paulus had given him, but it was long since + empty, and neither Paulus nor Hermas had come back. He listened anxiously + to the sounds in the distance, and fancied at first that he heard the + Alexandrian’s footstep, and then that he heard loud words and suppressed + groans coming from his cave. Stephanus tried to call out, but he himself + could hardly hear the feeble sound, which, with his wounded breast and + parched mouth, he succeeded in uttering. Then he fain would have prayed, + but fearful mental anguish disturbed his devotion. All the horrors of + desertion came upon him, and he who had lived a life overflowing with + action and enjoyment, with disenchantment and satiety, who now in solitude + carried on an incessant spiritual struggle for the highest goal—this + man felt himself as disconsolate and lonely as a bewildered child that has + lost its mother. + </p> + <p> + He lay on his bed of pain softly crying, and when he observed by the + shadow of the rock that the sun had passed its noonday height, indignation + and bitter feeling were added to pain, thirst and weariness. He doubled + his fists and muttered words which sounded like soldier’s oaths, and with + them the name now of Paulus, now of his son. At last anguish gained the + upperhand of his anger, and it seemed to him, as though he were living + over again the most miserable hour of his life, an hour now long since + past and gone. + </p> + <p> + He thought he was returning from a noisy banquet in the palace of the + Caesars. His slaves had taken the garlands of roses and poplar leaves from + his brow and breast, and robed him in his night-dress; now, with a silver + lamp in his hand, he was approaching his bedroom, and he smiled, for his + young wife was awaiting him, the mother of his Hermas. She was fair and he + loved her well, and he had brought home witty sayings to repeat to her + from the table of the emperor. He, if any one, had a right to smile. Now + he was in the ante-room, in which two slave-women were accustomed to keep + watch; he found only one, and she was sleeping and breathing deeply; he + still smiled as he threw the light upon her face—how stupid she + looked with her mouth open! An alabaster lamp shed a dim light in the + bed-room, softly and still smiling he went up to Glycera’s ivory couch, + and held up his lamp, and stared at the empty and undisturbed bed—and + the smile faded from his lips. The smile of that evening came back to him + no more through all the long years, for Glycera had betrayed him, and left + him—him and her child. All this had happened twenty years since, and + to-day all that he had then felt had returned to him, and he saw his + wife’s empty couch with his “mind’s eye,” as plainly as he had then seen + it, and he felt as lonely and as miserable as in that night. But now a + shadow appeared before the opening of the cave, and he breathed a deep + sigh as he felt himself released from the hideous vision, for he had + recognized Paulus, who came up and knelt down beside him. + </p> + <p> + “Water, water!” Stephanus implored in a low voice, and Paulus, who was cut + to the heart by the moaning of the old man, which he had not heard till he + entered the cave, seized the pitcher. He looked into it, and, finding it + quite dry, he rushed down to the spring as if he were running for a wager, + filled it to the brim and brought it to the lips of the sick man, who + gulped the grateful drink down with deep draughts, and at last exclaimed + with a sigh of relief; “That is better; why were you so long away? I was + so thirsty!” Paulus who had fallen again on his knees by the old man, + pressed his brow against the couch, and made no reply. Stephanus gazed in + astonishment at his companion, but perceiving that he was weeping + passionately he asked no further questions. Perfect stillness reigned in + the cave for about an hour; at last Paulus raised his face, and said, + “Forgive me Stephanus. I forgot your necessity in prayer and scourging, in + order to recover the peace of mind I had trifled away—no heathen + would have done such a thing!” The sick man stroked his friend’s arm + affectionately; but Paulus murmured, “Egoism, miserable egoism guides and + governs us. Which of us ever thinks of the needs of others? And we—we + who profess to walk in the way of the Lamb!” + </p> + <p> + He sighed deeply, and leaned his head on the sick man’s breast, who + lovingly stroked his rough hair, and it was thus that the senator found + him, when he entered the cave with Hermas. + </p> + <p> + The idle way of life of the anchorites was wholly repulsive to his views + of the task for men and for Christians, but he succored those whom he + could, and made no enquiries about the condition of the sufferer. The + pathetic union in which he found the two men touched his heart, and, + turning to Paulus, he said kindly: “I can leave you in perfect comfort, + for you seem to me to have a faithful nurse.” + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian reddened; he shook his head, and replied: “I? I thought of + no one but myself, and left him to suffer and thirst in neglect, but now I + will not quit him—no, indeed, I will not, and by God’s help and + yours, he shall recover.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus gave him a friendly nod, for he did not believe in the anchorite’s + self-accusation, though he did in his good-will; and before he left the + cave, he desired Hermas to come to him early on the following day to give + him news of his father’s state. He wished not only to cure Stephanus, but + to continue his relations with the youth, who had excited his interest in + the highest degree, and he had resolved to help him to escape from the + inactive life which was weighing upon him. + </p> + <p> + Paulus declined to share the simple supper that the father and son were + eating, but expressed his intention of remaining with the sick man. He + desired Hermas to pass the night in his dwelling, as the scanty limits of + the cave left but narrow room for the lad. + </p> + <p> + A new life had this day dawned upon the young man; all the grievances and + desires which had filled his soul ever since his journey to Alexandria, + crowding together in dull confusion, had taken form and color, and he knew + now that he could not remain an anchorite, but must try his over abundant + strength in real life. + </p> + <p> + “My father,” thought he, “was a warrior, and lived in a palace, before he + retired into our dingy cave; Paulus was Menander, and to this day has not + forgotten how to throw the discus; I am young, strong, and free-born as + they were, and Petrus says, I might have been a fine man. I will not hew + and chisel stones like his sons, but Caesar needs soldiers, and among all + the Amalekites, nay among the Romans in the oasis, I saw none with whom I + might not match myself.” + </p> + <p> + While thus he thought he stretched his limbs, and struck his hands on his + broad breast, and when he was asleep, he dreamed of the wrestling school, + and of a purple robe that Paulus held out to him, of a wreath of poplar + leaves that rested on his scented curls, and of the beautiful woman who + had met him on the stairs of the senator’s house. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> + <p> + Thanks to the senator’s potion Stephanus soon fell asleep. Paulus sat near + him and did not stir; he held his breath, and painfully suppressed even an + impulse to cough, so as not to disturb the sick man’s light slumbers. + </p> + <p> + An hour after midnight the old man awoke, and after he had lain meditating + for some time with his eyes open, he said thoughtfully: “You called + yourself and us all egotistic, and I certainly am so. I have often said so + to myself; not for the first time to day, but for weeks past, since Hermas + came back from Alexandria, and seems to have forgotten how to laugh. He is + not happy, and when I ask myself what is to become of him when I am dead, + and if he turns from the Lord and seeks the pleasures of the world, my + heart sickens. I meant it for the best when I brought him with me up to + the Holy Mountain, but that was not the only motive—it seemed to me + too hard to part altogether from the child. My God! the young of brutes + are secure of their mother’s faithful love, and his never asked for him + when she fled from my house with her seducer. I thought he should at least + not lose his father, and that if he grew up far away from the world he + would be spared all the sorrow that it had so profusely heaped upon me, I + would have brought him up fit for Heaven, and yet through a life devoid of + suffering. And now—and now? If he is miserable it will be through + me, and added to all my other troubles comes this grief.” + </p> + <p> + “You have sought out the way for him,” interrupted Paulus, “and the rest + will be sure to come; he loves you and will certainly not leave you so + long as you are suffering.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not?” asked the sick man sadly. “And what weapons has he to + fight through life with?” + </p> + <p> + “You gave him the Saviour for a guide; that is enough,” said Paulus + soothingly. “There is no smooth road from earth to Heaven, and none can + win salvation for another.” + </p> + <p> + Stephanus was silent for a long time, then he said: “It is not even + allowed to a father to earn the wretched experience of life for his son, + or to a teacher for his pupil. We may point out the goal, but the way + thither is by a different road for each of us.” + </p> + <p> + “And we may thank God for that,” cried Paulus. “For Hermas has been + started on the road which you and I had first to find for ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “You and I,” repeated the sick man thoughtfully. “Yes, each of us has + sought his own way, but has enquired only which was his own way, and has + never concerned himself about that of the other. Self! self!—How + many years we have dwelt close together, and I have never felt impelled to + ask you what you could recall to mind about your youth, and how you were + led to grace. I learnt by accident that you were an Alexandrian, and had + been a heathen, and had suffered much for the faith, and with that I was + satisfied. Indeed you do not seem very ready to speak of those long past + days. Our neighbor should be as dear to us as our self, and who is nearer + to me than you? Aye, self and selfishness! There are many gulfs on the + road towards God.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not much to tell,” said Paulus. “But a man never forgets what he + once has been. We may cast the old man from us, and believe we have shaken + ourselves free, when lo! it is there again and greets us as an old + acquaintance. If a frog only once comes down from his tree he hops back + into the pond again.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true, memory can never die!” cried the sick man. “I can not sleep + any more; tell me about your early life and how you became a Christian. + When two men have journeyed by the same road, and the moment of parting is + at hand, they are fain to ask each other’s name and where they came from.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus gazed for some time into space, and then he began: “The companions + of my youth called me Menander, the son of Herophilus. Besides that, I + know for certain very little of my youth, for as I have already told you, + I have long since ceased to allow myself to think of the world. He who + abandons a thing, but clings to the idea of the thing, continues—” + </p> + <p> + “That sounds like Plato,” said Stephanus with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “All that heathen farrago comes back to me today,” cried Paulus. “I used + to know it well, and I have often thought that his face must have + resembled that of the Saviour.” + </p> + <p> + “But only as a beautiful song might resemble the voice of an angel,” said + Stephanus somewhat drily. “He who plunges into the depths of philosophic + systems—” + </p> + <p> + “That never was quite my case,” said Paulus. “I did indeed go through the + whole educational course; Grammar, Rhetoric, Dialectic and Music—” + </p> + <p> + “And Arithmetic, Geometry, and Astronomy,” added Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “Those were left to the learned many years since,” continued Paulus, “and + I was never very eager for learning. In the school of Rhetoric I remained + far behind my fellows, and if Plato was dear to me I owe it to Paedonomus + of Athens, a worthy man whom my father engaged to teach us.” + </p> + <p> + “They say he had been a great merchant,” interrupted Stephanus. “Can it be + that you were the son of that rich Herophilus, whose business in Antioch + was conducted by the worthy Jew Urbib?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes indeed,” replied Paulus, looking down at the ground in some + confusion. “Our mode of life was almost royal, and the multitude of our + slaves quite sinful. When I look back on all the vain trifles that my + father had to care for, I feel quite giddy. Twenty sea-going ships in the + harbor of Eunostus, and eighty Nile-boats on Lake Mareotis belonged to + him. His profits on the manufacture of papyrus might have maintained a + cityfull of poor. But we needed our revenues for other things. Our + Cyraenian horses stood in marble stalls, and the great hall, in which my + father’s friends were wont to meet, was like a temple. But you see how the + world takes possession of us, when we begin to think about it! Rather let + us leave the past in peace. You want me to tell you more of myself? Well; + my childhood passed like that of a thousand other rich citizens’ sons, + only my mother, indeed, was exceptionally beautiful and sweet, and of + angelic goodness.” + </p> + <p> + “Every child thinks his own mother the best of mothers,” murmured the sick + man. + </p> + <p> + “Mine certainly was the best to me,” cried Paulus. “And yet she was a + heathen. When my father hurt me with severe words of blame, she always had + a kind word and loving glance for me. There was little enough, indeed, to + praise in me. Learning was utterly distasteful to me, and even if I had + done better at school, it would hardy have counted for much to my credit, + for my brother Apollonius, who was about a year younger than I, learned + all the most difficult things as if they were mere child’s play, and in + dialectic exercises there soon was no rhetorician in Alexandria who could + compete with him. No system was unknown to him, and though no one ever + knew of his troubling himself particularly to study, he nevertheless was + master of many departments of learning. There were but two things in which + I could beat him—in music, and in all athletic exercises; while he + was studying and disputing I was winning garlands in the palaestra. But at + that time the best master of rhetoric and argument was the best man, and + my father, who himself could shine in the senate as an ardent and elegant + orator, looked upon me as a half idiotic ne’er-do-weel, until one clay a + learned client of our house presented him with a pebble on which was + carved an epigram to this effect: ‘He who would see the noblest gifts of + the Greek race, should visit the house of Herophilus, for there he might + admire strength and vigor of body in Menander, and the same qualities of + mind in Apollonius.’ These lines, which were written in the form of a + lute, passed from mouth to mouth, and gratified my father’s ambition; from + that time he had words of praise for me when my quadriga won the race in + the Hippodrome, or when I came home crowned from the wrestling-ring, or + the singing match. My whole life was spent in the baths and the palaestra, + or in gay feasting.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it all,” exclaimed Stephanus interrupting him, “and the memory of + it all often disturbs me. Did you find it easy to banish these images from + your mind?” + </p> + <p> + “At first I had a hard fight,” sighed Paulus. “But for some time now, + since I have passed my fortieth year, the temptations of the world torment + me less often. Only I must keep out of the way of the carriers who bring + fish from the fishing towns on the sea, and from Raithu to the oasis.” + </p> + <p> + Stephanus looked enquiringly at the speaker, and Paulus went on: “Yes, it + is very strange. I may see men or women—the sea yonder or the + mountain here, without ever thinking of Alexandria, but only of sacred + things; but when the savor of fish rises up to my nostrils I see the + market and fish stalls and the oysters—” + </p> + <p> + “Those of Kanopus are famous,” interrupted Steplianus, “they make little + pasties there—” Paulus passed the back of his hand over his bearded + lips, exclaiming, “At the shop of the fat cook—Philemon—in the + street of Herakleotis.” But he broke off, and cried with an impulse of + shame, “It were better that I should cease telling of my past life. The + day does not dawn yet, and you must try to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot sleep,” sighed Stephanus; “if you love me go on with your + story.” + </p> + <p> + “But do not interrupt me again then,” said Paulus, and he went on: “With + all this gay life I was not happy—by no means. When I was alone + sometimes, and no longer sitting in the crowd of merry boon-companions and + complaisant wenches, emptying the wine cup and crowned with poplar, I + often felt as if I were walking on the brink of a dark abyss as if every + thing in myself and around me were utterly hollow and empty. I could stand + gazing for hours at the sea, and as the waves rose only to sink again and + vanish, I often reflected that I was like them, and that the future of my + frivolous present must be a mere empty nothing. Our gods were of little + account with us. My mother sacrificed now in one temple, and now in + another, according to the needs of the moment; my father took part in the + high festivals, but he laughed at the belief of the multitude, and my + brother talked of the ‘Primaeval Unity,’ and dealt with all sorts of + demons, and magic formulas. He accepted the doctrine of Iamblichus, + Ablavius, and the other Neoplatonic philosophers, which to my poor + understanding seemed either superhumanly profound or else debasingly + foolish; nevertheless my memory retains many of his sayings, which I have + learned to understand here in my loneliness. It is vain to seek reason + outside ourselves; the highest to which we can attain is for reason to + behold itself in us! As often as the world sinks into nothingness in my + soul, and I live in God only, and have Him, and comprehend Him, and feel + Him only—then that doctrine recurs to me. How all these fools sought + and listened everywhere for the truth which was being proclaimed in their + very ears! There were Christians everywhere about me, and at that time + they had no need to conceal themselves, but I had nothing to do with them. + Twice only did they cross my path; once I was not a little annoyed when, + on the Hippodrome, a Christian’s horses which had been blessed by a + Nazarite, beat mine; and on another occasion it seemed strange to me when + I myself received the blessing of an old Christian dock-laborer, having + pulled his son out of the water. + </p> + <p> + “Years went on; my parents died. My mother’s last glance was directed at + me, for I had always been her favorite child. They said too that I was + like her, I and my sister Arsinoe, who, soon after my father’s death, + married the Prefect Pompey. At the division of the property I gave up to + my brother the manufactories and the management of the business, nay even + the house in the city, though, as the elder brother, I had a right to it, + and I took in exchange the land near the Kanopic gate, and filled the + stables there with splendid horses, and the lofts with not less noble + wine. This I needed, because I gave up the days to baths and contests in + the arena, and the nights to feasting, sometimes at my own house, + sometimes at a friend’s, and sometimes in the taverns of Kanopus, where + the fairest Greek girls seasoned the feasts with singing and dancing. + </p> + <p> + “What have these details of the vainest worldly pleasure to do with my + conversion, you will ask. But listen a while. When Saul went forth to seek + his father’s asses he found a crown. + </p> + <p> + “One day we had gone out in our gilded boats, and the Lesbian girl + Archidike had made ready a feast for us in her house, a feast such as + could scarcely be offered even in Rome. + </p> + <p> + “Since the taking of our city by Diocletian, after the insurrection of + Achilleus, the Imperial troops who came to Alexandria behaved insolently + enough. Between some of my friends, and certain of the young officers of + Roman patrician families, there had been a good deal of rough banter for + some months past, as to their horses, women—I know not what; and it + happened that we met these very gentry at the house of Archidike. + </p> + <p> + “Sharp speeches were made, which the soldiers replied to after their + fashion, and at last they came to insulting words, and as the wine heated + us and them, to loud threats. + </p> + <p> + “The Romans left the house of entertainment before we did. Crowned with + garlands, singing, and utterly careless, we followed soon after them, and + had almost reached the quay, when a noisy troop rushed out of a side + street, and fell upon us with naked weapons. The moon was high in the + heavens, and I could recognize some of our adversaries. I threw myself on + a tall tribune, throttled him, and, as he fell, I fell with him in the + dust. I am but dimly conscious of what followed, for sword-strokes were + showered upon me, and all grew black before my eyes. I only know what I + thought then, face to face with death.” + </p> + <p> + “Well—?” asked Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “I thought,” said Paulus reddening, “of my fighting-quails at Alexandria, + and whether they had had any water. Then my dull heavy unconsciousness + increased; for weeks I lay in that state, for I was hacked like + sausage-meat; I had twelve wounds, not counting the slighter ones, and any + one else would have died of any one of them. You have often wondered at my + scars.” + </p> + <p> + “And whom did the Lord choose then to be the means of your salvation?” + </p> + <p> + “When I recovered my senses,” continued Paulus, “I was lying in a large, + clean room behind a curtain of light material; I could not raise myself, + but just as if I had been sleeping so many minutes instead of days, I + thought again directly of my quails. In their last fight my best cock had + severely handled handsome Nikander’s, and yet he wanted to dispute the + stakes with me, but I would assert my rights! At least the quails should + fight again, and if Nikander should refuse I would force him to fight me + with his fists in the Palaestra, and give him a blue reminder of his debt + on the eye. My hands were still weak, and yet I clenched them as I thought + of the vexatious affair. ‘I will punish him,’ I muttered to myself. + </p> + <p> + “Then I heard the door of the room open, and I saw three men respectfully + approaching a fourth. He greeted them with dignity, but yet with + friendliness, and rolled up a scroll which he had been reading, I would + have called out, but I could not open my parched lips, and yet I saw and + heard all that was going on around me in the room. + </p> + <p> + “It all seemed strange enough to me then; even the man’s mode of greeting + was unusual. I soon perceived that he who sat in the chair was a judge, + and that the others had come as complainants; they were all three old and + poor, but some good men had left them the use and interest of a piece of + land. During seed-time one of them, a fine old man with long white hair, + had been ill, and he had not been able to help in the harvest either; ‘and + now they want to withhold his portion of the corn,’ thought I; but it was + quite otherwise. The two men who were in health had taken a third part of + the produce to the house of the sick man, and he obstinately refused to + accept the corn because he had helped neither to sow nor to reap it, and + he demanded of the judge that he should signify to the other two that he + had no right to receive goods which he had not earned. + </p> + <p> + “The judge had so far kept silence. But he now raised his sagacious and + kindly face and asked the old man, ‘Did you pray for your companions and + for the increase of their labors?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I did,’ replied the other. + </p> + <p> + “‘Then by your intercession you helped them,’ the judge decided, ‘and the + third part of the produce is yours and you must keep it.’ + </p> + <p> + “The old man bowed, the three men shook hands, and in a few minutes the + judge was alone in the room again. + </p> + <p> + “I did not know what had come over me; the complaint of the men and the + decision of the judge seemed to me senseless, and yet both the one and the + other touched my heart. I went to sleep again, and when I awoke refreshed + the next morning the judge came up to me and gave me medicine, not only + for my body but also for my soul, which certainly was not less in need of + it than my poor wounded limbs.” + </p> + <p> + “Who was the judge?” asked Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “Eusebius, the Presbyter of Kanopus. Some Christians had found me half + dead on the road, and had carried me into his house, for the widow + Theodora, his sister, was the deaconess of the town. The two had nursed me + as if I were their dearest brother. It was not till I grew stronger that + they showed me the cross and the crown of thorns of Him who for my sake + also had taken upon Him such far more cruel suffering than mine, and they + taught me to love His wounds, and to bear my own with submission. In the + dry wood of despair soon budded green shoots of hope, and instead of + annihilation at the end of this life they showed me Heaven and all its + joys. + </p> + <p> + “I became a new man, and before me there lay in the future an eternal and + blessed existence; after this life I now learned to look forward to + eternity. The gates of Heaven were wide open before me, and I was baptized + at Kanopus. + </p> + <p> + “In Alexandria they had mourned for me as dead, and my sister Arsinoe, as + heiress to my property, had already moved into my country-house with her + husband, the prefect. I willingly left her there, and now lived again in + the city, in order to support the brethren, as the persecutions had begun + again. + </p> + <p> + “This was easy for me, as through my brother-in-law I could visit all the + prisons; at last I was obliged to confess the faith, and I suffered much + on the rack and in the porphyry quarries; but every pain was dear to me, + for it seemed to bring me nearer to the goal of my longings, and if I find + ought to complain of up here on the Holy Mountain, it is only that the + Lord deems me unworthy to suffer harder things, when his beloved and only + Son took such bitter torments on himself for me and for every wretched + sinner.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! saintly man!” murmured Stephanus, devoutly kissing Paulus’ + sheep-skin; but Paulus pulled it from him, exclaiming hastily: + </p> + <p> + “Cease, pray cease—he who approaches me with honors now in this life + throws a rock in my way to the life of the blessed. Now I will go to the + spring and fetch you some fresh water.” + </p> + <p> + When Paulus returned with the water-jar he found Hermas, who had come to + wish his father good-morning before he went down to the oasis to fetch + some new medicine from the senator. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> + <p> + Sirona was sitting at the open window of her bedroom, having her hair + arranged by a black woman that her husband had bought in Rome. She sighed, + while the slave lightly touched the shining tresses here and there with + perfumed oil which she had poured into the palm of her hand; then she + firmly grasped the long thick waving mass of golden hair and was parting + it to make a plait, when Sirona stopped her, saying, “Give me the mirror.” + </p> + <p> + For some minutes she looked with a melancholy gaze at the image in the + polished metal, then she sighed again; she picked up the little greyhound + that lay at her feet, and placing it in her lap, showed the animal its + image in the mirror. + </p> + <p> + “There, poor Iambe,” she said, “if we two, inside these four walls, want + to see anything like a pleasing sight we must look at ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + Then she went on, turning to the slave. “How the poor little beast + trembles! I believe it longs to be back again at Arelas, and is afraid we + shall linger too long under this burning sky. Give me my sandals.” + </p> + <p> + The black woman reached her mistress two little slippers with gilt + ornaments on the slight straps, but Sirona flung her hair off her face + with the back of her hand, exclaiming, “The old ones, not these. Wooden + shoes even would do here.” + </p> + <p> + And with these words she pointed to the court-yard under the window, which + was in fact as ill contrived, as though gilt sandals had never yet trodden + it. It was surrounded by buildings; on one side was a wall with a gateway, + and on the others buildings which formed a sharply bent horseshoe. + </p> + <p> + Opposite the wing in which Sirona and her husband had found a home stood + the much higher house of Petrus, and both had attached to them, in the + background of the court-yard, sheds constructed of rough reddish brown + stones, and covered with a thatch of palm-branches; in these the + agricultural implements were stored, and the senator’s slaves lived. In + front lay a heap of black charcoal, which was made on the spot by burning + the wood of the thorny sajala species of acacia; and there too lay a + goodly row of well smoothed mill-stones, which were shaped in the quarry, + and exported to Egypt. At this early hour the whole unlovely domain lay in + deep shadow, and was crowded with fowls and pigeons. Sirona’s window alone + was touched by the morning sun. If she could have known what a charm the + golden light shed over her figure, on her rose and white face, and her + shining hair, she would have welcomed the day-star, instead of complaining + that it had too early waked her from sleep—her best comfort in her + solitude. + </p> + <p> + Besides a few adjoining rooms she was mistress of a larger room, the + dwelling room, which look out upon the street. + </p> + <p> + She shaded her eyes with her hand, exclaiming, “Oh! the wearisome sun. It + looks at us the first thing in the morning through the window; as if the + day were not long enough. The beds must be put in the front room; I insist + upon it.” + </p> + <p> + The slave shook her head, and stammered an answer, “Phoebicius will not + have it so.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona’s eyes flashed angrily, and her voice, which was particularly + sweet, trembled slightly as she asked, “What is wrong with him again?” + </p> + <p> + “He says,” replied the slave, “that the senator’s son, Polykarp, goes + oftener past your window than altogether pleases him, and it seems to him, + that you occupy yourself more than is necessary with his little brothers + and sisters, and the other children up there.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he still in there?” asked Sirona with glowing cheeks, and she pointed + threateningly to the dwelling-room. + </p> + <p> + “The master is out,” stuttered the old woman. “He went out before sunrise. + You are not to wait for breakfast, he will not return till late.” + </p> + <p> + The Gaulish lady made no answer, but her head fell, and the deepest + melancholy overspread her features. The greyhound seemed to feel for the + troubles of his mistress, for he fawned upon her, as if to kiss her. The + solitary woman pressed the little creature, which had come with her from + her home, closely to her bosom; for an unwonted sense of wretchedness + weighed upon her heart, and she felt as lonely, friendless, and abandoned, + as if she were driving alone—alone—over a wide and shoreless + sea. She shuddered, as if she were cold—for she thought of her + husband, the man who here in the desert should have been all in all to + her, but whose presence filled her with aversion, whose indifference had + ceased to wound her, and whose tenderness she feared far more than his + wild irritability—she had never loved him. + </p> + <p> + She had grown up free from care among a number of brothers and sisters. + Her father had been the chief accountant of the decurions’ college in his + native town, and he had lived opposite the circus, where, being of a stern + temper, he had never permitted his daughters to look on at the games; but + he could not prevent their seeing the crowd streaming into the + amphitheatre, or hearing their shouts of delight, and their eager cries of + approbation. + </p> + <p> + Sirona thus grew up in the presence of other people’s pleasure, and in a + constantly revived and never satisfied longing to share it; she had, + indeed, no time for unnecessary occupations, for her mother died before + she was fully grown up, and she was compelled to take charge of the eight + younger children. This she did in all fidelity, but in her hours of + leisure she loved to listen to the stories told her by the wives of + officials, who had seen, and could praise, the splendors of Rome the + golden. + </p> + <p> + She knew that she was fair, for she need only go outside the house to hear + it said; but though she longed to see the capital, it was not for the sake + of being admired, but because there was there so much that was splendid to + see and to admire. So, when the Centurion Phoebicius, the commandant of + the garrison of her native town, was transferred to Rome, and when he + desired to take the seventeen-years-old girl with him to the imperial + city, as his wife—she was more than forty years younger than he—she + followed him full of hope and eager anticipation. + </p> + <p> + Not long after their marriage she started for Rome by sea from Massilia, + accompanied by an old relative; and he went by land at the head of his + cohorts. + </p> + <p> + She reached their destination long before her husband, and without waiting + for him, but constantly in the society of her old duenna, she gave herself + up with the freedom and eagerness of her fresh youth to the delights of + seeing and admiring. + </p> + <p> + It did not escape her, while she did so, that she attracted all eyes + wherever she went, and however much this flattered and pleased her at + first, it spoilt many of her pleasures, when the Romans, young and old, + began to follow and court her. At last Phoebicius arrived, and when he + found his house crowded with his wife’s admirers he behaved to Sirona as + though she had long since betrayed his honor. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless he dragged her from pleasure to pleasure, and from one + spectacle to another, for it gratified him to show himself in public with + his beautiful young wife. She certainly was not free from frivolity, but + she had learnt early from her strict father, as being the guide of her + younger sisters, to distinguish clearly right from wrong, and the pure + from the unclean; and she soon discovered that the joys of the capital, + which had seemed at first to be gay flowers with bright colors, and + redolent with intoxicating perfume, bloomed on the surface of a foul bog. + </p> + <p> + She at first had contemplated all that was beautiful, pleasant, and + characteristic with delight; but her husband took pleasure only in things + which revolted her as being common and abominable. He watched her every + glance, and yet he pointed nothing out to her, but what was hurtful to the + feelings of a pure woman. Pleasure became her torment, for the sweetest + wine is repulsive when it has been tasted by impure lips. After every + feast and spectacle he loaded her with outrageous reproaches, and when at + last, weary of such treatment, she refused to quit the house, he obliged + her nevertheless to accompany him as often as the Legate Quintillus + desired it. The legate was his superior-officer, and he sent her every day + some present or flowers. + </p> + <p> + Up to this time she had borne with him, and had tried to excuse him, and + to think herself answerable for much of what she endured. But at last—about + ten months after her marriage—something occurred between her and + Phoebicius—something which stood like a wall of brass between him + and her; and as this something had led to his banishment to the remote + oasis, and to his degradation to the rank of captain of a miserable + maniple, instead of his obtaining his hoped for promotion, he began to + torment her systematically while she tried to protect herself by icy + coldness, so that at last it came to this, that the husband, for whom she + felt nothing but contempt, had no more influence on her life, than some + physical pain which a sick man is doomed to endure all through his + existence. + </p> + <p> + In his presence she was silent, defiant, and repellent, but as soon as he + quitted her, her innate, warm-hearted kindliness and child-like merriment + woke up to new life, and their fairest blossoms opened out in the + senator’s house among the little troop who amply repaid her love with + theirs. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius belonged to the worshippers of Mithras, and he often fasted in + his honor to the point of exhaustion, while on the other hand he + frequently drank with his boon companions, at the feasts of the god, till + he was in a state of insensibility. + </p> + <p> + Here even, in Mount Sinai, he had prepared a grotto for the feast of + Mithras, had gathered together a few companions in his faith, and when it + happened that he remained out all day and all night, and came home paler + even than usual, she well knew where he had been. Just now she vividly + pictured to herself the person of this man with his eyes, that now were + dull with sleep and now glowed with rage, and she asked herself whether it + were indeed possible that of her own free will she had chosen to become + his wife. Her bosom heaved with quicker breathing as she remembered the + ignominy he had subjected her to in Rome, and she clenched her small + hands. At this instant the little dog sprang from her lap and flew barking + to the window-sill; she was easily startled, and she drew on her + morning-gown, which had slipped from her white shoulders; then she + fastened the straps of her sandals, and went to look down into the + court-yard. + </p> + <p> + A smile played upon her lips as she perceived young Hermas, who had + already been for some time leaning motionless against the wall of the + house opposite, and devouring with his gaze the figure of the beautiful + young woman. She had a facile and volatile nature. Like the eye which + retains no impression of the disabling darkness so soon as the rays of + light have fallen on it, no gloom of suffering touched her so deeply that + the lightest breath of a new pleasure could not blow her troubles to the + winds. Many rivers are quite different in color at their source and at + their mouth, and so it was often with her tears; she began to weep for + sorrow, and then found it difficult to dry her eyes for sheer overflow of + mirth. It would have been so easy for Phoebicius to make her lot a fair + one! for she had a most susceptible heart, and was grateful for the + smallest proofs of love, but between him and her every bond was broken. + </p> + <p> + The form and face of Hermas took her fancy; she thought he looked of noble + birth in spite of his poor clothing, and when she observed that his checks + were glowing, and that the hand in which he held the medicine phial + trembled, she understood that he was watching her, and that the sight of + her had stirred his youthful blood. A woman—still more a woman who + is pleased to please—forgives any sin that is committed for her + beauty’s sake, and Sirona’s voice had a friendly ring in it as she bid + Hermas good-morning and asked him how his father was, and whether the + senator’s medicine had been of service. The youth’s answers were short and + confused, but his looks betrayed that he would fain have said quite other + things than those which his indocile tongue allowed him to reiterate + timidly. + </p> + <p> + “Dame Dorothea was telling me last evening,” she said kindly, “that Petrus + had every hope of your father’s recovery, but that he is still very weak. + Perhaps some good wine would be of service to him—not to-day, but + to-morrow or the day after. Only come to me if you need it; we have some + old Falerman in the loft, and white Mareotis wine, which is particularly + good and wholesome.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas thanked her, and as she still urged him to apply to her in all + confidence, he took courage and succeeded in stammering rather than + saying,—“You are as good as you are beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + The words were hardly spoken when the topmost stone of an elaborately + constructed pile near the slaves’ house fell down with a loud clatter. + Sirona started and drew back from the window, the grey-hound set up a loud + barking, and Hermas struck his forehead with his hand as if he were roused + from a dream. + </p> + <p> + In a few instants he had knocked at the senator’s door; hardly had he + entered the house when Miriam’s slight form passed across behind the pile + of stones, and vanished swiftly and silently into the slaves’ quarters. + These were by this time deserted by their inhabitants, who were busy in + the field, the house, or the quarries; they consisted of a few ill-lighted + rooms with bare, unfinished walls. + </p> + <p> + The shepherdess went into the smallest, where, on a bed of palm-sticks, + lay the slave that she had wounded, and who turned over as with a hasty + hand she promptly laid a fresh, but ill-folded bandage, all askew on the + deep wound in his bend. As soon as this task was fulfilled she left the + room again, placed herself behind the half open door which led into the + court-yard, and, pressing, her brow against the stone door-post, looked + first at the senator’s house, and then at Sirona’s window, while her + breath came faster and faster. + </p> + <p> + A new and violent emotion was stirring her young soul; not many minutes + since she had squatted peacefully on the ground by the side of the wounded + man, with her head resting on her hand, and thinking of her goats on the + mountain. Then she had heard a slight sound in the court, which any one + else would not have noticed; but she not only perceived it, but knew with + perfect certainty with whom it originated. She could never fail to + recognize Hermas’ foot-step, and it had an irresistible effect upon her. + She raised her head quickly from her hand, and her elbow from the knee on + which it was resting, sprang to her feet, and went out into the yard. She + was hidden by the mill-stones, but she could see Hermas lost in + admiration. She followed the direction of his eyes and saw the same image + which had fascinated his gaze—Sirona’s lovely form, flooded with + sunlight. She looked as if formed out of snow, and roses, and gold, like + the angel at the sepulchre in the new picture in the church. Yes, just + like the angel, and the thought flew through her mind how brown and black + she was herself, and that he had called her a she-devil. A sense of deep + pain came over her, she felt as though paralyzed in body and soul; but + soon she shook off the spell, and her heart began to beat violently; she + had to bite her lip hard with her white teeth to keep herself from crying + out with rage and anguish. + </p> + <p> + How she wished that she could swing herself up to the window on which + Hermas’ gaze was fixed, and clutch Sirona’s golden hair and tear her down + to the ground, and suck the very blood from her red lips like a vampire, + till she lay at her feet as pale as the corpse of a man dead of thirst in + the desert. Then she saw the light mantle slip from Sirona’s shoulders, + and observed Hermas start and press his hand to his heart. + </p> + <p> + Then another impulse seized her. It was to call to her and warn her of his + presence; for even women who hate each other hold out the hand of + fellowship in the spirit, when the sanctity of woman’s modesty is + threatened with danger. She blushed for Sirona, and had actually opened + her lips to call, when the greyhound barked and the dialogue began. Not a + word escaped her sharp ears, and when he told Sirona that she was as good + as she was beautiful she felt seized with giddiness; then the topmost + stone, by which she had tried to steady herself, lost its balance, its + fall interrupted their conversation, and Miriam returned to the sick man. + </p> + <p> + Now she was standing at the door, waiting for Hermas. Long, long did she + wait; at last he appeared with Dorothea, and she could see that he glanced + up again at Sirona; but a spiteful smile passed over her lips, for the + window was empty and the fair form that he had hoped to see again had + vanished. + </p> + <p> + Sirona was now sitting at her loom in the front room, whither she had been + tempted by the sound of approaching hoofs. Polykarp had ridden by on his + father’s fine horse, had greeted her as he passed, and had dropped a rose + on the roadway. Half an hour later the old black slave came to Sirona, who + was throwing the shuttle through the warp with a skilful hand. + </p> + <p> + “Mistress,” cried the negress with a hideous grin; the lonely woman paused + in her work, and as she looked up enquiringly the old woman gave her a + rose. Sirona took the flower, blew away the road-side dust that had clung + to it, rearranged the tumbled delicate petals with her finger-tips, and + said, while she seemed to give the best part of her attention to this + occupation, “For the future let roses be when you find them. You know + Phoebicius, and if any one sees it, it will be talked about.” + </p> + <p> + The black woman turned away, shrugging her shoulders; but Sirona thought, + “Polykarp is a handsome and charming man, and has finer and more + expressive eyes than any other here, if he were not always talking of his + plans, and drawings, and figures, and mere stupid grave things that I do + not care for!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> + <p> + The next day, after the sun had passed the meridian and it was beginning + to grow cool, Hermas and Paulus yielded to Stephanus’ wish, as he began to + feel stronger, and carried him out into the air. The anchorites sat near + each other on a low block of stone, which Hermas had made into a soft + couch for his father by heaping up a high pile of fresh herbs. They looked + after the youth, who had taken his bow and arrows, as he went up the + mountain to hunt a wild goat; for Petrus had prescribed a strengthening + diet for the sick man. Not a word was spoken by either of them till the + hunter had disappeared. Then Stephanus said, “How much he has altered + since I have been ill. It is not so very long since I last saw him by the + broad light of day, and he seems meantime to have grown from a boy into a + man. How self-possessed his gait is.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus, looking down at the ground, muttered some words of assent. He + remembered the discus-throwing and thought to himself, “The Palaestra + certainly sticks in his mind, and he has been bathing too; and yesterday, + when he came up from the oasis, he strode in like a young athlete.” + </p> + <p> + That friendship only is indeed genuine when two friends, without speaking + a word to each other, can nevertheless find happiness in being together. + Stephanus and Paulus were silent, and yet a tacit intercourse subsisted + between them as they sat gazing towards the west, where the sun was near + its setting. + </p> + <p> + Far below them gleamed the narrow, dark blue-green streak of the Red Sea, + bounded by the bare mountains of the coast, which shone in a shimmer of + golden light. Close beside them rose the toothed crown of the great + mountain which, so soon as the day-star had sunk behind it, appeared edged + with a riband of glowing rubies. The flaming glow flooded the western + horizon, filmy veils of mist floated across the hilly coast-line, the + silver clouds against the pure sky changed their hue to the tender blush + of a newly opened rose, and the undulating shore floated in the + translucent violet of the amethyst. There not a breath of air was + stirring, not a sound broke the solemn stillness of the evening. Not till + the sea was taking a darker and still darker hue, till the glow on the + mountain peaks and in the west had begun to die away, and the night to + spread its shades over the heights and hollows, did Stephanus unclasp his + folded hands and softly speak his companion’s name. Paulus started and + said, speaking like a man who is aroused from a dream and who is suddenly + conscious of having heard some one speak, “You are right; it is growing + dark and cool and you must go back into the cave.” + </p> + <p> + Stephanus offered no opposition and let himself be led back to his bed; + while Paulus was spreading the sheepskin over the sick man he sighed + deeply. + </p> + <p> + “What disturbs your soul?” asked the older man. “It is—it was—what + good can it do me!” cried Paulus in strong excitement. “There we sat, + witnesses of the most glorious marvels of the Most High, and I, in + shameless idolatry, seemed to see before me the chariot of Helios with its + glorious winged-horses, snorting fire as they went, and Helios himself in + the guise of Hermas, with gleaming golden hair, and the dancing Hours, and + the golden gates of the night. Accursed rabble of demons!—” + </p> + <p> + At this point the anchorite was interrupted, for Hermas entered the cave, + and laying a young steinbock, that he had killed, before the two men, + exclaimed, “fine fellow, and he cost me no more than one arrow. I will + light a fire at once and roast the best pieces. There are plenty of bucks + still on our mountain, and I know where to find them.” + </p> + <p> + In about an hour, father and son were eating the pieces of meat, which had + been cooked on a spit. Paulus declined to sup with them, for after he had + scourged himself in despair and remorse for the throwing of the discus, he + had vowed a strict fast. + </p> + <p> + “And now,” cried Hermas, when his father declared himself satisfied, after + seeming to relish greatly the strong meat from which he had so long + abstained, “and now the best is to come! In this flask I have some + strengthening wine, and when it is empty it will be filled afresh.” + Stephanus took the wooden beaker that his son offered him, drank a little, + and then said, while he smacked his tongue to relish the after-taste of + the noble juice, “That is something choice!—Syrian wine! only taste + it, Paulus.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus took the beaker in his hand, inhaled the fragrance of the golden + fluid, and then murmured, but without putting it to his lips, “That is not + Syrian; it is Egyptian, I know it well. I should take it to be Mareotic.” + </p> + <p> + “So Sirona called it,” cried Hermas, “and you know it by the mere smell! + She said it was particularly good for the sick.” + </p> + <p> + “That it is,” Paulus agreed; but Stephanus asked in surprise, “Sirona? who + is she?” + </p> + <p> + The cave was but dimly lighted by the fire that had been made at the + opening, so that the two anchorites could not perceive that Hermas + reddened all over as he replied, “Sirona? The Gaulish woman Sirona? Do you + not know her? She is the wife of the centurion down in the oasis.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you come to know her?” asked his father. + </p> + <p> + “She lives in Petrus’ house,” replied the lad, “and as she had heard of + your wound—” + </p> + <p> + “Take her my thanks when you go there to-morrow morning,” said Stephanus. + “To her and to her husband too. Is he a Gaul?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe so—nay, certainly,” answered Hermas, “they call him the + lion, and he is no doubt a Gaul?” + </p> + <p> + When the lad had left the cave the old man laid himself down to rest, and + Paulus kept watch by him on his son’s bed. But Stephanus could not sleep, + and when his friend approached him to give him some medicine, he said, + “The wife of a Gaul has done me a kindness, and yet the wine would have + pleased me better if it had not come from a Gaul.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus looked at him enquiringly, and though total darkness reigned in the + cave, Stephanus felt his gaze and said, “I owe no man a grudge and I love + my neighbor. Great injuries have been done me, but I have for given—from + the bottom of my heart forgiven. Only one man lives to whom I wish evil, + and he is a Gaul.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive him too,” said Paulus, “and do not let evil thoughts disturb your + sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not tired,” said the sick man, “and if you had gone through such + things as I have, it would trouble your rest at night too.” + </p> + <p> + “I know, I know,” said Paulus soothingly. “It was a Gaul that persuaded + your wretched wife into quitting your house and her child.” + </p> + <p> + “And I loved, oh! how I loved Glycera!” groaned the old man. “She lived + like a princess and I fulfilled her every wish before it was uttered. She + herself has said a hundred times that I was too kind and too yielding, and + that there was nothing left for her to wish. Then the Gaul came to our + house, a man as acrid as sour wine, but with a fluent tongue and sparkling + eyes. How he entangled Glycera I know not, nor do I want to know; he shall + atone for it in hell. For the poor lost woman I pray day and night. A + spell was on her, and she left her heart behind in my house, for her child + was there and she loved Hermas so fondly; indeed she was deeply devoted to + me. Think what the spell must be that can annihilate a mother’s love! + Wretch, hapless wretch that I am! Did you ever love a woman, Paulus?” + </p> + <p> + “You ought to be asleep,” said Paulus in a warning tone. “Who ever lived + nearly half a century without feeling love! Now I will not speak another + word, and you must take this drink that Petrus has sent for you.” The + senator’s medicine was potent, for the sick man fell asleep and did not + wake till broad day lighted up the cave. + </p> + <p> + Paulus was still sitting on his bed, and after they had prayed together, + he gave him the jar which Hermas had filled with fresh water before going + down to the oasis. + </p> + <p> + “I feel quite strong,” said the old man. “The medicine is good; I have + slept well and dreamed sweetly; but you look pale and as if you had not + slept.” + </p> + <p> + “I,” said Paulus, “I lay down there on the bed. Now let me go out in the + air for a moment.” With these words he went out of the cave. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was out of sight of Stephanus he drew a deep breath, + stretched his limbs, and rubbed his burning eyes; he felt as if there was + sand gathered under their lids, for he had forbidden them to close for + three days and nights. At the same time he was consumed by a violent + thirst, for neither food nor drink had touched his lips for the same + length of time. His hands were beginning to tremble, but the weakness and + pain that he experienced filled him with silent joy, and he would + willingly have retired into his cave and have indulged, not for the first + time, in the ecstatic pain of hanging on the cross, and bleeding from five + wounds, in imitation of the Saviour. + </p> + <p> + But Stephanus was calling him, and without hesitation he returned to him + and replied to his questions; indeed it was easier to him to speak than to + listen, for in his ears there was a roaring, moaning, singing, and piping, + and he felt as if drunk with strong wine. + </p> + <p> + “If only Hermas does not forget to thank the Gaul!” exclaimed Stephanus. + </p> + <p> + “Thank—aye, we should always be thankful!” replied his companion, + closing his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I dreamed of Glycera,” the old man began again. “You said yesterday that + love had stirred your heart too, and yet you never were married. You are + silent? Answer me something.” + </p> + <p> + “I—who called me?” murmured Paulus, staring at the questioner with a + fixed gaze. + </p> + <p> + Stephanus was startled to see that his companion trembled in every limb, + he raised himself and held out to him the flask with Sirona’s wine, which + the other, incapable of controlling himself, snatched eagerly from his + hand, and emptied with frantic thirst. The fiery liquor revived his + failing strength, brought the color to his cheeks, and lent a strange + lustre to his eyes. “How much good that has done me!” he cried with a deep + sigh and pressing his hands on his breast. + </p> + <p> + Stephanus was perfectly reassured and repeated his question, but he almost + repented of his curiosity, for his friend’s voice had an utterly strange + ring in it, as he answered: + </p> + <p> + “No, I was never married—never, but I have loved for all that, and I + will tell you the story from beginning to end; but you must not interrupt + me, no not once. I am in a strange mood—perhaps it is the wine. I + had not drunk any for so long; I had fasted since—since but it does + not matter. Be silent, quite silent, and let me tell my story.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus sat down on Hermas’ bed; he threw himself far back, leaned the back + of his head against the rocky wall of the cavern, through whose doorway + the daylight poured, and began thus, while he gazed fixedly into vacancy, + “What she was like?—who can, describe her? She was tall and large + like Hera, and yet not proud, and her noble Greek face was lovely rather + than handsome. + </p> + <p> + “She could no longer have been very young, but she had eyes like those of + a gentle child. I never knew her other than very pale; her narrow forehead + shone like ivory under her soft brown hair; her beautiful hands were as + white as her forehead-hands that moved as if they themselves were living + and inspired creatures with a soul and language of their own. When she + folded them devoutly together it seemed as if they were putting up a mute + prayer. She was pliant in form as a young palm-tree when it bends, and + withal she had a noble dignity, even on the occasion when I first saw her. + </p> + <p> + “It was a hideous spot, the revolting prison-hall of Rhyakotis. She wore + only a threadbare robe that had once been costly, and a foul old woman + followed her about—as a greedy rat might pursue an imprisoned dove—and + loaded her with abusive language. She answered not a word, but large heavy + tears flowed slowly over her pale cheeks and down on to her hands, which + she kept crossed on her bosom. Grief and anguish spoke from her eyes, but + no vehement passion deformed the regularity of her features. She knew how + to endure even ignominy with grace, and what words the raging old woman + poured out upon her! + </p> + <p> + “I had long since been baptized, and all the prisons were open to me, the + rich Menander, the brother-in-law of the prefect—those prisons in + which under Maximin so many Christians were destined to be turned from the + true faith. + </p> + <p> + “But she did not belong to us. Her eye met mine, and I signed my forehead + with the cross, but she did not respond to the sacred sign. The guards led + away the old woman, and she drew back into a dark corner, sat down, and + covered her face with her hands. A wondrous sympathy for the hapless woman + had taken possession of my soul; I felt as if she belonged to me, and I to + her, and I believed in her, even when the turnkey had told me in coarse + language that she had lived with a Roman at the old woman’s, and had + defrauded her of a large sum of money. The next day I went again to the + prison, for her sake and my own; there I found her again in the same + corner that she had shrunk into the day before; by her stood her prison + fare untouched, a jar of water and a piece of bread. + </p> + <p> + “As I went up to her, I saw how she broke a small bit off the thin cake + for herself, and then called a little Christian boy who had come into the + prison with his mother, and gave him the remainder. The child thanked her + prettily, and she drew him to her, and kissed him with passionate + tenderness, though he was sickly and ugly. + </p> + <p> + “‘No one who can love children so well is wholly lost,’ said I to myself, + and I offered to help her as far as lay in my power. + </p> + <p> + “She looked at me not without distrust, and said that nothing had happened + to her, but what she deserved, and she would bear it. Before I could + enquire of her any further, we were interrupted by the Christian + prisoners, who crowded around the worthy Ammonius, who was exhorting and + comforting them with edifying discourse. She listened attentively to the + old man, and on the following day I found her in conversation with the + mother of the boy to whom she had given her bread. + </p> + <p> + “One morning, I had gone there with some fruit to offer as a treat to the + prisoners, and particularly to her. She took an apple, and said, rising as + she spoke, ‘I would now ask another favor of you. You are a Christian, + send me a priest, that he may baptize me, if he does not think me + unworthy, for I am burdened with sins so heavily as no other woman can + be.’ Her large, sweet, childlike eyes filled again with big silent tears, + and I spoke to her from my heart, and showed her as well as I could the + grace of the Redeemer. Shortly after, Ammonius secretly baptized her, and + she begged to be given the name of Magdalen, and so it was, and after that + she took me wholly into her confidence. + </p> + <p> + “She had left her husband and her child for the sake of a diabolical + seducer, whom she had followed to Alexandria, and who there had abandoned + her. Alone and friendless, in want and guilt, she remained behind with a + hard-hearted and covetous hostess, who had brought her before the judge, + and so into prison. What an abyss of the deepest anguish of soul I could + discover in this woman, who was worthy of a better lot! What is highest + and best in a woman? Her love, her mother’s heart, her honor; and Magdalen + had squandered and ruined all these by her own guilt. The blow of + overwhelming fate may be easily borne, but woe to him, whose life is + ruined by his own sin! She was a sinner, she felt it with anguish of + repentance, and she steadily refused my offers to purchase her freedom. + </p> + <p> + “She was greedy of punishment, as a man in a fever is greedy of the bitter + potion, which cools his blood. And, by the crucified Lord! I have found + more noble humanity among sinners, than in many just men in priestly garb. + Through the presence of Magdalen, the prison recovered its sanctity in my + eyes. Before this I had frequently quitted it full of deep contempt, for + among the imprisoned Christians, there were too often lazy vagabond’s, who + had loudly confessed the Saviour only to be fed by the gifts of the + brethren; there I had seen accursed criminals, who hoped by a martyr’s + death to win back the redemption that they had forfeited; there I had + heard the woeful cries of the faint-hearted, who feared death as much as + they feared treason to the most High. There were things to be seen there + that might harrow the soul, but also examples of the sublimest greatness. + Men have I seen there, aye, and women, who went to their death in calm and + silent bliss, and whose end was, indeed, noble—more noble than that + of the much-lauded Codrus or Decius Mus. + </p> + <p> + “Among all the prisoners there was neither man nor woman who was more + calmly self-possessed, more devoutly resigned, than Magdalen. The words, + ‘There is more joy in Heaven over one sinner that repenteth than over + ninety and nine that need no repentance,’ strengthened her greatly, and + she repented—yea and verily, she did. And for my part, God is my + witness that not an impulse as from man to woman drew me to her, and yet I + could not leave her, and I passed the day by her side, and at night she + haunted my soul, and it would have seemed to me fairer than all in life + besides to have been allowed to die with her. + </p> + <p> + “It was at the time of the fourth decree of persecution, a few months + before the promulgation of the first edict of toleration. + </p> + <p> + “He that sacrifices, it is said, shall go unpunished, and he that refuses, + shall by some means or other be brought to it, but those who continue + stiff-necked shall suffer death. For a long time much consideration had + been shown to the prisoners, but now they were alarmed by having the edict + read to them anew. Many hid themselves groaning and lamenting, others + prayed aloud, and most awaited what might happen with pale lips and + painful breathing. + </p> + <p> + “Magdalen remained perfectly calm. The names of the Christian prisoners + were called out, and the imperial soldiers led them all together to one + spot. Neither my name nor hers was called, for I did not belong to the + prisoners, and she had not been apprehended for the faith’s sake. The + officer was rolling up his list, when Magdalen rose and stepped modestly + forward, saying with quiet dignity, ‘I too am a Christian.’ + </p> + <p> + “If there be an angel who wears the form and features of man, his face + must resemble hers, as she looked in that hour. The Roman, a worthy man, + looked at her with a benevolent, but searching gaze. I do not find your + name here,’ he said aloud, shaking his head and pointing to the roll; and + he added in a lower voice, ‘Nor do I intend to find it.’ + </p> + <p> + “She went closer up to him, and said out loud, Grant me my place among the + believers, and write down, that Magdalen, the Christian, refuses to + sacrifice.’ + </p> + <p> + “My soul was deeply moved, and with joyful eagerness I cried out, ‘Put + down my name too, and write, that Menander, the son of Herophilus, also + refuses.’ The Roman did his duty. + </p> + <p> + “Time has not blotted out from my memory a single moment of that day. + There stood the altar, and near it the heathen priest on one side, and on + the other the emperor’s officer. We were taken up two by two; Magdalen and + I were the last. One word now—one little word—would give us + life and freedom, another the rack and death. Out of thirty of us only + four had found courage to refuse to sacrifice, but the feeble hearted + broke out into lamentations, and beat their foreheads, and prayed that the + Lord might strengthen the courage of the others. An unutterably pure and + lofty joy filled my soul, and I felt, as if we were out of the body + floating on ambient clouds. Softly and calmly we refused to sacrifice, + thanked the imperial official, who warned us kindly, and in the same hour + and place we fell into the hands of the torturers. She gazed only up to + heaven, and I only at her, but in the midst of the most frightful torments + I saw before me the Saviour beckoning to me, surrounded by angels that + soared on soft airs, whose presence filled my eyes with the purest light, + and my ears with heavenly music. She bore the utmost torture without + flinching, only once she called out the name of her son Hermas; then I + turned to look at her, and saw her gazing up to Heaven with wide open eyes + and trembling lips-living, but already with the Lord—on the rack, + and yet in bliss. My stronger body clung to the earth; she found + deliverance at the first blow of the torturer. + </p> + <p> + “I myself closed her eyes, the sweetest eyes in which Heaven was ever + mirrored, I drew a ring from her dear, white, blood-stained hand, and here + under the rough sheepskin I have it yet; and I pray, I pray, I pray—oh! + my heart! My God if it might be—if this is the end—!” + </p> + <p> + Paulus put his hand to his head, and sank exhausted on the bed, in a deep + swoon. The sick man had followed his story with breathless interest. Some + time since he had risen from his bed, and, unobserved by his companion, + had sunk on his knees; he now dragged himself, all hot and trembling, to + the side of the senseless man, tore the sheep’s fell from his breast, and + with hasty movement sought the ring; he found it, and fixing on it + passionate eyes, as though he would melt it with their fire, he pressed it + again and again to his lips, to his heart, to his lips again; buried his + face in his hands and wept bitterly. + </p> + <p> + It was not till Hermas returned from the oasis that Stephanus thought of + his exhausted and fainting friend, and with his son’s assistance restored + him to conscious ness. Paulus did not refuse to take some food and drink, + and in the cool of the evening, when he was refreshed and invigorated, he + sat again by the side of Stephanus, and understood from the old man that + Magdalen was certainly his wife. + </p> + <p> + “Now I know,” said Paulus, pointing to Hermas, “how it is that from the + first I felt such a love for the lad there.” + </p> + <p> + The old man softly pressed his hand, for he felt himself tied to his + friend by a new and tender bond, and it was with silent ecstasy that he + received the assurance that the wife he had always loved, the mother of + his child, had died a Christian and a martyr, and had found before him the + road to Heaven. + </p> + <p> + The old man slept as peacefully as a child the following night, and when, + next morning, messengers came from Raithu to propose to Paulus that he + should leave the Holy Mountain, and go with them to become their elder and + ruler, Stephanus said, “Follow this high call with all confidence, for you + deserve it. I really no longer have need of you, for I shall get well now + without any further nursing.” + </p> + <p> + But Paulus, far more disturbed than rejoiced, begged of the messengers a + delay of seven days for reflection, and after wandering restlessly from + one holy spot to another, at last went down into the oasis, there to pray + in the church. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> + <p> + It was a delicious refreshing evening; the full moon rose calmly in the + dark blue vault of the night-sky, and poured a flood of light down on the + cool earth. But its rays did not give a strong enough light to pierce the + misty veil that hung over the giant mass of the Holy Mountain; the city of + the oasis on the contrary was fully illuminated; the broad roadway of the + high-street looked to the wanderer who descended from the height above + like a shining path of white marble, and the freshly plastered walls of + the new church gleamed as white as in the light of day. The shadows of the + houses and palm-trees lay like dark strips of carpet across the road, + which was nearly empty in spite of the evening coolness, which usually + tempted the citizens out into the air. + </p> + <p> + The voices of men and women sounded out through the open windows of the + church; then the door opened and the Pharanite Christians, who had been + partaking of the Supper—the bread and the cup passed from hand to + hand—came out into the moonlight. The elders and deacons, the + readers and singers, the acolytes and the assembled priesthood of the + place followed the Bishop Agapitus, and the laymen came behind Obedianus, + the head-man of the oasis, and the Senator Petrus; with Petrus came his + wife, his grown up children and numerous slaves. + </p> + <p> + The church was empty when the door-keeper, who was extinguishing the + lights, observed a man in a dark corner of an antechamber through which a + spring of water softly plashed and trickled, and which was intended for + penitents. The man was prostrate on the ground and absorbed in prayer, and + he did not raise himself till the porter called him, and threw the light + of his little lamp full in his face. + </p> + <p> + He began to address him with hard words, but when he recognized in the + belated worshipper the anchorite Paulus of Alexandria he changed his key, + and said, in a soft and almost submissive tone of entreaty, “You have + surely prayed enough, pious man. The congregation have left the church, + and I must close it on account of our beautiful new vessels and the + heathen robbers. I know that the brethren of Raithu have chosen you to be + their elder, and that his high honor was announced to you by their + messengers, for they came to see our church too and greatly admired it. + Are you going at once to settle with them or shall you keep the high-feast + with us?” + </p> + <p> + “That you shall hear to-morrow,” answered Paulus, who had risen from his + knees, and was leaning against a pillar of the narrow, bare, penitential + chamber. “In this house dwells One of whom I would fain take counsel, and + I beg of you to leave me here alone. If you will, you can lock the door, + and fetch me out later, before you go to rest for the night.” + </p> + <p> + “That cannot be,” said the man considering, “for my wife is ill, and my + house is a long way from here at the end of the town by the little gate, + and I must take the key this very evening to the Senator Petrus, because + his son, the architect Antonius, wants to begin the building of the new + altar the first thing to-morrow morning. The workmen are to be here by + sunrise, and if—” + </p> + <p> + “Show me the key,” interrupted Paulus. “To what untold blessing may this + little instrument close or open the issues! Do you know, man, that I think + there is a way for us both out of the difficulty! You go to your sick + wife, and I will take the key to the senator as soon as I have finished my + devotions.” + </p> + <p> + The door-keeper considered for a few minutes, and then acceded to the + request of the future presbyter of Raithu, while at the same time he + begged him not to linger too late. + </p> + <p> + As he went by the senator’s house he smelt the savor of roast meat; he was + a poor man and thought to himself, “They fast in there just when it + pleases them, but as for us, we fast when it pleases us least.” + </p> + <p> + The good smell, which provoked this lament, rose from a roast sheep, which + was being prepared as a feast-supper for the senator and the assembled + members of his household; even the slaves shared in the late evening meal. + </p> + <p> + Petrus and Dame Dorothea sat in the Greek fashion, side by side in a half + reclining position on a simple couch, and before them stood a table which + no one shared with them, but close to which was the seat for the grown up + children of the house. The slaves squatted on the ground nearer to the + door, and crowded into two circles, each surrounding a steaming dish, out + of which they helped themselves to the brown stew of lentils with the palm + of the hand. A round, grey-looking cake of bread lay near each, and was + not to be broken till the steward Jethro had cut and apportioned the + sheep. The juicy pieces of the back and thighs of the animal were offered + to Petrus and his family to choose from, but the carver laid a slice for + each slave on his cake—a larger for the men and a smaller for the + women. Many looked with envy on the more succulent piece that had fallen + to a neighbor’s share, but not even those that had fared worst dared to + complain, for a slave was allowed to speak only when his master addressed + him, and Petrus forbid even his children to discuss their food whether to + praise it or to find fault. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of the underlings sat Miriam; she never ate much, and all + meat was repulsive to her, so she pushed the cut from the ribs that was + given to her over to an old garden-woman, who sat opposite, and who had + often given her a fruit or a little honey, for Miriam loved sweet things. + Petrus spoke not a word to-day to his slaves, and very little even to his + family; Dorothea marked the deep lines between his grave eyes, not without + anxiety, and noted how he pinched his lips, when, forgetful of the food + before him, he sat lost in meditation. + </p> + <p> + The meal was ended, but still he did not move, nor did he observe the + enquiring glances which were turned on him by many eyes; no one dared to + rise before the master gave the signal. + </p> + <p> + Miriam followed all his movements with more impatience than any of the + others who were present; she rocked restlessly backwards and forwards, + crumbled the bread that she had left with her slender fingers, and her + breath now came fast and faster, and now seemed to stop entirely. She had + heard the court-yard gate open, and had recognized Hermas’ step. + </p> + <p> + “He wants to speak to the master, in a moment he will come in, and find me + among these—” thought she, and she involuntarily stroked her hand + over her rough hair to smooth it, and threw a glance at the other slaves, + in which hatred and contempt were equally marked. + </p> + <p> + But Hermas came not. Not for an instant did she think that her ear had + deceived her—was he waiting now at the door for the conclusion of + the meal? Was his late visit intended for the Gaulish lady, to whom she + had seen him go yesterday again with the wine jar? + </p> + <p> + Sirona’s husband, Phoebicius, as Miriam well knew, was upon the mountain, + and offering sacrifice by moonlight to Mithras with his fellow heathen in + a cave which she had long known. She had seen the Gaul quit the court + during the time of evening-prayer with a few soldiers, two of whom carried + after him a huge coffer, out of which rose the handle of a mighty + cauldron, and a skin full of water, and various vessels. She knew that + these men would pass the whole night in the grotto of Mithras, and there + greet “the young god”—the rising sun—with strange ceremonies; + for the inquisitive shepherdess had more than once listened, when she had + led her goats up the mountain before the break of day, and her ear had + detected that the worshippers of Mithras were performing their nocturnal + solemnities. Now it flashed across her mind, that Sirona was alone, and + that the late visit of Hermas probably concerned her, and not the senator. + </p> + <p> + She started, there was quite a pain in her heart, and, as usual, when any + violent emotion agitated her mind, she involuntarily sprang to her feet + prompted by the force of her passion, and had almost reached the door, + when the senator’s voice brought her to a pause, and recalled her to the + consciousness of the impropriety of her behavior. + </p> + <p> + The sick man still lay with his inflamed wound and fever down in the + court, and she knew that she should escape blame if in answer to her + master’s stern questioning she said that the patient needed her, but she + had never told a lie, and her pride forbade her even now to speak an + untruth. The other slaves stared with astonishment, as she replied, “I + wanted to get out; the supper is so long.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus glanced at the window, and perceiving how high the moon stood, he + shook his head as if in wonder at his own conduct, then without blaming + her he offered a thanksgiving, gave the slaves the signal to leave the + room, and after receiving a kiss of “good-night” from each of his children—from + among whom Polykarp, the sculptor, alone was missing—he withdrew to + his own room. But he did not remain alone there for long: so soon as + Dorothea had discussed the requirements of the house for the next day with + Marthana and the steward, and had been through the sleeping-room of her + younger children, casting a loving glance on the peaceful sleepers, + arranging here a coverlet, and there a pillow—she entered her + husband’s room and called his name. + </p> + <p> + Petrus stood still and looked round, and his grave eyes were full of + grateful tenderness as they met those of his wife. Dorothea knew the soft + and loving heart within the stern exterior, and nodded to him with + sympathetic understanding: but before she could speak, he said, “Come in, + come nearer to me; there is a heavy matter in hand, and you cannot escape + your share of the burden.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me my share!” cried she eagerly. “The slim girl of former years has + grown a broad-shouldered old woman, so that it may be easier to her to + help her lord to bear the many burdens of life. But I am seriously anxious—even + before we went to church something unsatisfactory had happened to you, and + not merely in the council-meeting. There must be something not right with + one of the children.” + </p> + <p> + “What eyes you have!” exclaimed Petrus. + </p> + <p> + “Dim, grey eyes,” said Dorothea, “and not even particularly keen. But when + anything concerns you and the children I could see it in the dark. You are + dissatisfied with Polykarp; yesterday, before he set out for Raithu, you + looked at him so—so—what shall I say? I can quite imagine what + it is all about, but I believe you are giving yourself groundless anxiety. + He is young, and so lovely a woman as Sirona—” + </p> + <p> + Up to this point Petrus had listened to his wife in silence. Now he + clasped his hands, and interrupted her, “Things certainly are not going on + quite right—but I ought to be used to it. What I meant to have + confided to you in a quiet hour, you tell me as if you knew all about it!” + </p> + <p> + “And why not?” asked Dorothea. “When you graft a scion on to a tree, and + they have grown well together, the grafted branch feels the bite of the + saw that divides the stock, or the blessing of the spring that feeds the + roots, just as if the pain or the boon were its own. And you are the tree + and I am the graft, and the magic power of marriage has made us one. Your + pulses are my pulses, your thoughts have become mine, and so I always know + before you tell me what it is that stirs your soul.” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea’s kind eyes moistened as she spoke, and Petrus warmly clasped her + hands in his as he said, “And if the gnarled old trunk bears from time to + time some sweet fruit, he may thank the graft for it. I cannot believe + that the anchorites up yonder are peculiarly pleasing to the Lord because + they live in solitude. Man comes to his perfect humanity only through his + wife and child, and he who has them not, can never learn the most glorious + heights and the darkest depths of life and feeling. If a man may stake his + whole existence and powers for anything, surely it is for his own house.” + </p> + <p> + “And you have honestly done so for ours!” cried Dorothea. + </p> + <p> + “For ours,” repeated Petrus, giving the words the strongest accent of his + deep voice. “Two are stronger than one, and it is long since we ceased to + say ‘I’ in discussing any question concerning the house or the children; + and both have been touched by to-day’s events.” + </p> + <p> + “The senate will not support you in constructing the road?” + </p> + <p> + “No, the bishop gave the casting-vote. I need not tell you how we stand + towards each other, and I will not blame him; for he is a just man, but in + many things we can never meet half-way. You know that he was in his youth + a soldier, and his very piety is rough—I might almost say warlike. + If we had yielded to his views, and if our head man Obedianus had not + supported me, we should not have had a single picture in the church, and + it would have looked like a barn rather than a house of prayer. We never + have understood each other, and since I opposed his wish of making + Polykarp a priest, and sent the boy to learn of the sculptor Thalassius—for + even as a child he drew better than many masters in these wretched days + that produce no great artists—since then, I say, he speaks of me as + if I were a heathen—” + </p> + <p> + “And yet he esteems you highly, that I know,” interrupted Dame Dorothea. + </p> + <p> + “I fully return his good opinion,” replied Petrus, “and it is no ordinary + matter that estranges. He thinks that he only holds the true faith, and + ought to fight for it; he calls all artistic work a heathen abomination; + he never felt the purifying influence of the beautiful, and regards all + pictures and statues as tending to idolatry. Still he allows himself to + admire Polykarp’s figures of angels and the Good Shepherd, but the lions + put the old warrior in a rage. ‘Accursed idols and works of the devil,’ + are what he calls them.” + </p> + <p> + “But there were lions even in the temple of Solomon,” cried Dorothea. + </p> + <p> + “I urged that, and also that in the schools of the catechists, and in the + educational history of animals which we possess and teach from, the + Saviour himself is compared to a lion, and that Mark, the evangelist, who + brought the doctrine of the gospel to Alexandria, is represented with a + lion. But he withstood me more and more violently, saying that Polykarp’s + works were to adorn no sacred place, but the Caesareum, and that to him is + nothing but a heathen edifice, and the noble works of the Greeks that are + preserved there he calls revolting images by which Satan ensnares the + souls of Christian men. The other senators can understand his hard words, + but they cannot follow mine; and so they vote with him, and my motion to + construct the roadway was thrown over, because it did not become a + Christian assembly to promote idolatry, and to smooth a way for the + devil.” + </p> + <p> + “I can see that you must have answered them sharply!” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I believe so,” answered Petrus, looking down. “Many painful things + were no doubt said, and it was I that suffered for them. Agapitus, who was + looking at the deacons’ reports, was especially dissatisfied with the + account that I laid before them; they blamed us severely because you gave + away as much bread to heathen households as to Christians. It is no doubt + true, but—” + </p> + <p> + “But,” cried Dorothea eagerly, “hunger is just as painful to the + unbaptized, and their Christian neighbors do not help them, and yet they + too are our flesh and blood. I should ill fulfil my office if I were to + let them starve, because the highest comfort is lacking to them.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet,” said Petrus, “the council decided that, for the future, you + must apply at the most a fourth part of the grain allotted to their use. + You need not fear for them; for the future some of our own produce may go + to them out of what we have hitherto sold. You need not withdraw even a + loaf from any one of your proteges, but certainly may now be laid by the + plans for the road. Indeed there is no hurry for its completion, for + Polykarp will now hardly be able to go on with his lions here among us. + Poor fellow! with what delight he formed the clay models, and how + wonderfully he succeeded in reproducing the air and aspect of the majestic + beasts. It is as if he were inspired by the spirit of the old Athenian + masters. We must now consider whether in Alexandria—” + </p> + <p> + “Rather let us endeavor,” interrupted Dorothea, “to induce him at once to + put aside his models, and to execute other more pious works. Agapitus has + keen eyes, and the heathen work is only too dear to the lad’s heart.” + </p> + <p> + The senator’s brow grew dark at the last words, and he said, not without + some excitement, “Everything that the heathen do is not to be condemned. + Polykarp must be kept busy, constantly and earnestly occupied, for he has + set his eyes where they should not be set. Sirona is the wife of another, + and even in sport no man should try to win his neighbor’s wife. Do you + think, the Gaulish woman is capable of forgetting her duty?” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea hesitated, and after some reflection answered, “She is a + beautiful and vain child—a perfect child; I mean in nature, and not + in years, although she certainly might be the grandchild of her strange + husband, for whom she feels neither love nor respect, nor, indeed, + anything but utter aversion. I know not what, but something frightful must + have come between them even in Rome, and I have given up all attempts to + guide her heart back to him. In everything else she is soft and yielding, + and often, when she is playing with the children, I cannot imagine where + she finds her reckless gaiety. I wish she were a Christian, for she is + very dear to me, why should I deny it? It is impossible to be sad when she + is by, and she is devoted to me, and dreads my blame, and is always + striving to win my approbation. Certainly she tries to please every one, + even the children; but, so far as I can see, not more Polykarp than any + one else, although he is such a fine young man. No, certainly not.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet the boy gazes at her,” said Petrus, “and Phoebicius has noticed + it; he met me yesterday when I came home, and, in his sour, polite manner, + requested me to advise my son, when he wished to offer a rose, not to + throw it into his window, as he was not fond of flowers, and preferred to + gather them himself for his wife.” + </p> + <p> + The senator’s wife turned pale, and then exclaimed shortly and positively, + “We do not need a lodger, and much as I should miss his wife, the best + plan will be for you to request him to find another dwelling.” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more, wife,” Petrus said, sternly, and interrupting her with a + wave of his hand. “Shall we make Sirona pay, for it because our son has + committed a folly for her sake? You yourself said, that her intercourse + with the children, and her respect for you, preserve her from evil, and + now shall we show her the door? By no means. The Gauls may remain in my + house so long as nothing occurs that compels me to send them out of it. My + father was a Greek, but through my mother I have Amalekite blood in my + veins, and I should dishonor myself, if I drove from my threshold any, + with whom I had once broken bread under my roof. Polykarp shall be warned, + and shall learn what he owes to us, to himself, and to the laws of God. I + know how to value his noble gifts, and I am his friend, but I am also his + master, and I will find means of preventing my son from introducing the + light conduct of the capital beneath his father’s roof.” + </p> + <p> + The last words were spoken with weight and decision, like the blows of a + hammer, and stern resolve sparkled in the senator’s eyes. Nevertheless, + his wife went fearlessly up to him, and said, laying her hand on his arm, + “It is, indeed, well that a man can keep his eyes set on what is just, + when we women should follow the hasty impulse of our heart. Even in + wrestling, men only fight with lawful and recognized means, while fighting + women use their teeth and nails. You men understand better how to prevent + injustice than we do, and that you have once more proved to me, but, in + carrying justice out, you are not our superiors. The Gauls may remain in + our house, and do you take Polykarp severely to task, but in the first + instance as his friend. Or would it not be better if you left it to me? He + was so happy in thinking of the competition of his lions, and in having to + work for the great building in the capital, and now it is all over. I wish + you had already broken that to him; but love stories are women’s affairs, + and you know how good the boy is to me. A mother’s word sometimes has more + effect than a father’s blow, and it is in life as it is in war; the light + forces of archers go first into the field, and the heavily armed division + stays in the background to support them; then, if the enemy will not + yield, it comes forward and decides the battle. First let me speak to the + lad. It may be that he threw the rose into Sirona’s window only in sport, + for she plays with his brothers and sisters as if she herself were one of + them. I will question him; for if it is so, it would be neither just nor + prudent to blame him. Some caution is needed even in giving a warning; for + many a one, who would never have thought of stealing, has become a thief + through false suspicion. A young heart that is beginning to love, is like + a wild boy who always would rather take the road he is warned to avoid, + and when I was a girl, I myself first discovered how much I liked you, + when the Senator Aman’s wife—who wanted you for her own daughter—advised + me to be on my guard with you. A man who has made such good use of his + time, among all the temptations of the Greek Sodom, as Polykarp, and who + has won such high praise from all his teachers and masters, cannot have + been much injured by the light manners of the Alexandrians. It is in a + man’s early years that he takes the bent which he follows throughout his + later life, and that he had done before he left our house. Nay—even + if I did not know what a good fellow Polykarp is—I need only look at + you to say, ‘A child that was brought up by this father, could never turn + out a bad man.’” + </p> + <p> + Petrus sadly shrugged his shoulders, as though he regarded his wife’s + flattering words as mere idle folly, and yet he smiled, as he asked, + “Whose school of rhetoric did you go to? So be it then; speak to the lad + when he returns from Raithu. How high the moon is already; come to rest—Antonius + is to place the altar in the early dawn, and I wish to be present.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> + <p> + Miriam’s ears had not betrayed her. While she was detained at supper, + Hermas had opened the courtyard-gate; he came to bring the senator a noble + young buck, that he had killed a few hours before, as a thank-offering for + the medicine to which his father owed his recovery. It would no doubt have + been soon enough the next morning, but he could find no rest up on the + mountain, and did not—and indeed did not care to—conceal from + himself the fact, that the wish to give expression to his gratitude + attracted him down into the oasis far less than the hope of seeing Sirona, + and of hearing a word from her lips. + </p> + <p> + Since their first meeting he had seen her several times, and had even been + into her house, when she had given him the wine for his father, and when + he had taken back the empty flask. Once, as she was filling the bottle + which he held, out of the large jar, her white fingers had touched his, + and her enquiry whether he were afraid of her, or if not, why his hands + which looked so strong should tremble so violently, dwelt still in his + mind. The nearer he approached Petrus’s house the more vehemently his + heart beat; he stood still in front of the gate-way, to take breath, and + to collect himself a little, for he felt that, agitated as he was, he + would find it difficult to utter any coherent words. + </p> + <p> + At last he laid his hand on the latch and entered the yard. The watch-dogs + already knew him, and only barked once as he stepped over the threshold. + </p> + <p> + He brought a gift in his hand, and he wanted to take nothing away, and yet + he appeared to himself just like a thief as he looked round, first at the + main building lighted up by the moon, and then at the Gaul’s + dwelling-house, which, veiled in darkness, stood up as a vague silhouette, + and threw a broad dark shadow on the granite flags of the pavement, which + was trodden to shining smoothness. There was not a soul to be seen, and + the reek of the roast sheep told him that Petrus and his household were + assembled at supper. + </p> + <p> + “I might come inopportunely on the feasters,” said he to himself, as he + threw the buck over from his left to his right shoulder, and looked up at + Sirona’s window, which he knew only too well. + </p> + <p> + It was not lighted up, but a whiter and paler something appeared within + its dark stone frame, and this something, attracted his gaze with an + irresistible spell; it moved, and Sirona’s greyhound set up a sharp + barking. + </p> + <p> + It was she—it must be she! Her form rose before his fancy in all its + brilliant beauty, and the idea flashed through his mind that she must be + alone, for he had met her husband and the old slave woman among the + worshippers of Mithras on their way to the mountain. The pious youth, who + so lately had punished his flesh with the scourge to banish seductive + dream-figures, had in these few days become quite another man. He would + not leave the mountain, for his father’s sake, but he was quite determined + no longer to avoid the way of the world; nay, rather to seek it. He had + abandoned the care of his father to the kindly Paulus, and had wandered + about among the rocks; there he had practised throwing the discus, he had + hunted the wild goats and beasts of prey, and from time to time—but + always with some timidity—he had gone down into the oasis to wander + round the senator’s house, and catch a glimpse of Sirona. + </p> + <p> + Now that he knew that she was alone, he was irresistibly drawn to her. + What he desired of her, he himself could not have said; and nothing was + clear to his mind beyond the wish to touch her fingers once more. + </p> + <p> + Whether this were a sin or not, was all the same to him; the most harmless + play was called a sin, and every thought of the world for which he longed, + and he was fully resolved to take the sin upon himself, if only he might + attain his end. Sin after all was nothing but a phantom terror with which + they frighten children, and the worthy Petrus had assured him that he + might be a man capable of great deeds. With a feeling that he was + venturing on an unheard of act he went towards Sirona’s window, and she at + once recognized him as he stood in the moonlight. + </p> + <p> + “Hermas!” he heard her say softly. He was seized with such violent terror + that he stood as if spellbound, the goat slipped from his shoulders, and + he felt as if his heart had ceased to beat. And again the sweet woman’s + voice called, “Hermas, is it you? What brings you to us at such a late + hour?” + </p> + <p> + He stammered an incoherent answer, and “I do not understand; come a little + nearer.” Involuntarily he stepped forward into the shadow of the house and + close up to her window. She wore a white robe with wide, open sleeves, and + her arms shone in the dim light as white as her garment. The greyhound + barked again; she quieted it, and then asked Hermas how his father was, + and whether he needed some more wine. He replied that she was very kind, + angelically kind, but that the sick man was recovering fast, and that she + had already given him far too much. Neither of them said anything that + might not have been heard by everybody, and yet they whispered as if they + were speaking of some forbidden thing. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a moment,” said Sirona, and she disappeared within the room, she + soon reappeared, and said solid and sadly, “I would ask you to come into + the house but Phoebicius has locked the door. I am quite alone, hold the + flask so that I may fill it through the open window.” + </p> + <p> + With these words she leaned over with the large jar—she was strong, + but the wine-jar seemed to her heavier than on other occasions, and she + said with a sigh, “The amphora is too heavy for me.” + </p> + <p> + He reached up to help her; again his fingers met hers, and again he felt + the ecstatic thrill which had haunted his memory day and night ever since + he first had felt it. At this instant there was a sudden noise in the + house opposite; the slaves were coming out from supper. Sirona knew what + was happening; she started and cried out, pointing to the senator’s door, + “For all the gods’ sake! they are coming out, and if they see you here I + am lost!” + </p> + <p> + Hermas looked hastily round the court, and listened to the increasing + noise in the other house, then, perceiving that there was no possible + escape from the senator’s people, who were close upon him, he cried out to + Sirona in a commanding tone, “Stand back,” and flung himself up through + the window into the Gaul’s apartment. At the same moment the door opposite + opened, and the slaves streamed out into the yard. + </p> + <p> + In front of them all was Miriam, who looked all round the wide + space-expectant; seeking something, and disappointed. He was not there, + and yet she had heard him come in; and the gate had not opened and closed + a second time, of that she was perfectly certain. Some of the slaves went + to the stables, others went outside the gate into the street to enjoy the + coolness of the evening; they sat in groups on the ground, looking up at + the stars, chattering or singing. Only the shepherdess remained in the + court-yard seeking him on all sides, as if she were hunting for some lost + trinket. She searched even behind the millstones, and in the dark sheds in + which the stone-workers’ tools were kept. + </p> + <p> + Then she stood still a moment and clenched her hands; with a few light + bounds she sprang into the shadow of the Gaul’s house. Just in front of + Sirona’s window lay the steinbock; she hastily touched it with her slender + naked toes, but quickly withdrew her foot with a shudder, for it had + touched the beast’s fresh wound, wet with its blood. She rapidly drew the + conclusion that: he had killed it, and had thrown it down here, and that + he could not be far off. Now she knew where he was in hiding-and she tried + to laugh, for the pain she felt seemed too acute and burning for tears to + allay or cool it. But she did not wholly lose her power of reflection. + “They are in the dark,” thought she, “and they would see me, if I crept + under the window to listen; and yet I must know what they are doing there + together.” + </p> + <p> + She hastily turned her back on Sirona’s house, slipped into the clear + moonlight, and after standing there for a few minutes, went into the + slaves’ quarters. An instant after, she slipped out behind the millstones, + and crept as cleverly and as silently as a snake along the ground under + the darkened base of the centurion’s house, and lay close under Sirona’s + window. + </p> + <p> + Her loudly beating heart made it difficult for even her sharp ears to + hear, but though she could not gather all that he said, she distinguished + the sound of his voice; he was no longer in Sirona’s room, but in the room + that looked out on the street. + </p> + <p> + Now she could venture to raise herself, and to look in at the open window; + the door of communication between the two rooms was closed, but a streak + of light showed her that in the farther room, which was the sitting-room, + a lamp was burning. + </p> + <p> + She had already put up her hand in order to hoist herself up into the dark + room, when a gay laugh from Sirona fell upon her ear. The image of her + enemy rose up before her mind, brilliant and flooded with light as on that + morning, when Hermas had stood just opposite, bewildered by her + fascination. And now—now—he was actually lying at her feet, + and saying sweet flattering words to her, and he would speak to her of + love, and stretch out his arm to clasp her—but she had laughed. + </p> + <p> + Now she laughed again. Why was all so still again? + </p> + <p> + Had she offered her rosy lips for a kiss? No doubt, no doubt. And Hermas + did not wrench himself from her white arms, as he had torn himself from + hers that noon by the spring-torn himself away never to return. + </p> + <p> + Cold drops stood on her brow, she buried her hands in her thick, black + hair, and a loud cry escaped her—a cry like that of a tortured + animal. A few minutes more and she had slipped through the stable and the + gate by which they drove the cattle in; and no longer mistress of herself, + was flying up the mountain to the grotto of Mithras to warn Phoebicius. + </p> + <p> + The anchorite Gelasius saw from afar the figure of the girl flying up the + mountain in the moonlight, and her shadow flitting from stone to stone, + and he threw himself on the ground, and signed a cross on his brow, for he + thought he saw a goblin-form, one of the myriad gods of the heathen—an + Oread pursued by a Satyr. Sirona had heard the girl’s shriek. + </p> + <p> + “What was that?” she asked the youth, who stood before her in the + full-dress uniform of a Roman officer, as handsome as the young god of + war, though awkward and unsoldierly in his movements. + </p> + <p> + “An owl screamed—” replied Hermas. “My father must at last tell me + from what house we are descended, and I will go to Byzantium, the new + Rome, and say to the emperor, ‘Here am I, and I will fight for you among + your warriors.’” + </p> + <p> + “I like you so!” exclaimed Sirona. + </p> + <p> + “If that is the truth,” cried Hermas, “prove it to me! Let me once press + my lips to your shining gold hair. You are beautiful, as sweet as a flower—as + gay and bright as a bird, and yet as hard as our mountain rock. If you do + not grant me one kiss, I shall long till I am sick and weak before I can + get away from here, and prove my strength in battle.” + </p> + <p> + “And if I yield,” laughed Sirona, “you will be wanting another and another + kiss, and at last not get away at all. No, no, my friend—I am the + wiser of us two. Now go into the dark room, I will look out and see + whether the people are gone in again, and whether you can get off unseen + from the street window, for you have been here much too long already. Do + you hear? I command you.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas obeyed with a sigh; Sirona opened the shutter and looked out. The + slaves were coming back into the court, and she called out a friendly word + or two, which were answered with equal friendliness, for the Gaulish lady, + who never overlooked even the humblest, was dear to them all. She took in + the night-air with deep-drawn breaths, and looked up contentedly at the + moon, for she was well content with herself. + </p> + <p> + When Hermas had swung himself up into her room, she had started back in + alarm; he had seized her hand and pressed his burning lips to her arm, and + she let him do it, for she was overcome with strange bewilderment. + </p> + <p> + Then she heard Dame Dorothea calling out, “Directly, directly, I will only + say good night first to the children.” These simple words, uttered in + Dorothea’s voice, had a magical effect on the warm-hearted woman—badly + used and suspected as she was, and yet so well formed for happiness, love + and peace. When her husband had locked her in, taking even her slave with + him, at first she had raved, wept, meditated revenge and flight, and at + last, quite broken down, had seated herself by the window in silent + thought of her beautiful home, her brothers and sisters, and the dark + olive groves of Arelas. + </p> + <p> + Then Hermas appeared. It had not escaped her that the young anchorite + passionately admired her, and she was not displeased, for she liked him, + and the confusion with which he had been overcome at the sight of her + flattered her and seemed to her doubly precious because she knew that the + hermit in his sheepskin, on whom she had bestowed a gift of wine, was in + fact a young man of distinguished rank. And how truly to be pitied was the + poor boy, who had had his youth spoilt by a stern father. A woman easily + bestows some tender feeling on the man that she pities; perhaps because + she is grateful to him for the pleasure of feeling herself the stronger, + and because through him and his suffering she finds gratification for the + noblest happiness of a woman’s heart—that of giving tender and + helpful care; women’s hands are softer than ours. In men’s hearts love is + commonly extinguished when pity begins, while admiration acts like + sunshine on the budding plant of a woman’s inclination, and pity is the + glory which radiates from her heart. + </p> + <p> + Neither admiration nor pity, however, would have been needed to induce + Sirona to call Hermas to her window; she felt so unhappy and lonely, that + any one must have seemed welcome from whom she might look for a friendly + and encouraging word to revive her deeply wounded self-respect. And there + came the young anchorite, who forgot himself and everything else in her + presence, whose looks, whose movement, whose very silence even seemed to + do homage to her. And then his bold spring into her room, and his eager + wooing—“This is love,” said she to herself. Her cheeks glowed, and + when Hermas clasped her hand, and pressed her arm to his lips, she could + not repulse him, till Dorothea’s voice reminded her of the worthy lady and + of the children, and through them of her own far-off sisters. + </p> + <p> + The thought of these pure beings flowed over her troubled spirit like a + purifying stream, and the question passed through her mind, “What should I + be without these good folks over there, and is this great love-sick boy, + who stood before Polykarp just lately looking like a school-boy, is he so + worthy that I should for his sake give up the right of looking them boldly + in the face?” And she pushed Hermas roughly away, just as he was venturing + for the first time to apply his lips to her perfumed gold hair, and + desired him to be less forward, and to release her hand. + </p> + <p> + She spoke in a low voice, but with such decision, that the lad, who was + accustomed to the habit of obedience, unresistingly allowed her to push + him into the sitting-room. There was a lamp burning on the table, and on a + bench by the wall of the room, which was lined with colored stucco, lay + the helmet, the centurion’s staff, and the other portions of the armor + which Phoebicius had taken off before setting out for the feast of + Mithras, in order to assume the vestments of one of the initiated of the + grade of “Lion.” + </p> + <p> + The lamp-light revealed Sirona’s figure, and as she stood before him in + all her beauty with glowing cheeks, the lad’s heart began to beat high, + and with increased boldness he opened his arms, and endeavored to draw her + to him; but Sirona avoided him and went behind the table, and, leaning her + hands on its polished surface while it protected her like a shield, she + lectured him in wise and almost motherly words against his rash, + intemperate, and unbecoming behavior. + </p> + <p> + Any one who was learned in the heart of woman might have smiled at such + words from such lips and in such an hour; but Hermas blushed and cast down + his eyes, and knew not what to answer. A great change had come over the + Gaulish lady; she felt a great pride in her virtue, and in the victory she + had won over herself, and while she sunned herself in the splendor of her + own merits, she wished that Hermas too should feel and recognize them. She + began to expatiate on all that she had to forego and to endure in the + oasis, and she discoursed of virtue and the duties of a wife, and of the + wickedness and audacity of men. + </p> + <p> + Hermas, she said, was no better than the rest, and because she had shown + herself somewhat kind to him, he fancied already that he had a claim on + her liking; but he was greatly mistaken, and if only the courtyard had + been empty, she would long ago have shown him the door. + </p> + <p> + The young hermit was soon only half listening to all she said, for his + attention had been riveted by the armor which lay before him, and which + gave a new direction to his excited feelings. He involuntarily put out his + hand towards the gleaming helmet, and interrupted the pretty preacher with + the question, “May I try it on?” + </p> + <p> + Sirona laughed out loud and exclaimed, much amused and altogether diverted + from her train of thought, “To be sure. You ought to be a soldier. How + well it suits you! Take off your nasty sheepskin, and let us see how the + anchorite looks as a centurion.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas needed no second telling; he decked himself in the Gaul’s armor + with Sirona’s help. We human beings must indeed be in a deplorable plight; + otherwise how is it that from our earliest years we find such delight in + disguising ourselves; that is to say, in sacrificing our own identity to + the tastes of another whose aspect we borrow. The child shares this + inexplicable pleasure with the sage, and the stern man who should condemn + it would not therefore be the wiser, for he who wholly abjures folly is a + fool all the more certainly the less he fancies himself one. Even dressing + others has a peculiar charm, especially for women; it is often a question + which has the greater pleasure, the maid who dresses her mistress or the + lady who wears the costly garment. + </p> + <p> + Sirona was devoted to every sort of masquerading. If it had been needful + to seek a reason why the senator’s children and grandchildren were so fond + of her, by no means last or least would have been the fact that she would + willingly and cheerfully allow herself to be tricked out in colored + kerchiefs, ribands, and flowers, and on her part could contrive the most + fantastic costumes for them. So soon as she saw Hermas with the helmet on, + the fancy seized her to carry through the travesty he had begun. She + eagerly and in perfect innocence pulled the coat of armor straight, helped + him to buckle the breastplate and to fasten on the sword, and as she + performed the task, at which Hermas proved himself unskilful enough, her + gay and pleasant laugh rang out again and again. When he sought to seize + her hand, as he not seldom did, she hit him sharply on the fingers, and + scolded him. + </p> + <p> + Hermas’ embarrassment thawed before this pleasant sport, and soon he began + to tell her how hateful the lonely life on the mountain was to him. He + told her that Petrus himself had advised him to try his strength out in + the world, and he confided to her that if his father got well, he meant to + be a soldier, and do great deeds. She quite agreed with him, praised and + encouraged him, then she criticised his slovenly deportment, showed him + with comical gravity how a warrior ought to stand and walk, called herself + his drill-master, and was delighted at the zeal with which he strove to + imitate her. + </p> + <p> + In such play the hours passed quickly. Hermas was proud of himself in his + soldierly garb, and was happy in her presence and in the hope of future + triumphs; and Sirona was gay, as she had usually been only when playing + with the children, so that even Miriam’s wild cry, which the youth + explained to be the scream of an owl, only for a moment reminded her of + the danger in which she was placing herself. Petrus’ slaves had long gone + to rest before she began to weary of amusing herself with Hermas, and + desired him to lay aside her husband’s equipment, and to leave her. Hermas + obeyed while she warily opened the shutters, and turning to him, said, + “You cannot venture through the court-yard; you must go through this + window into the open street. But there is some one coming down the road; + let him pass first, it will not be long to wait, for he is walking + quickly.” + </p> + <p> + She carefully drew the shutters to, and laughed to see how clumsily Hermas + set to work to unbuckle the greaves; but the gay laugh died upon her lips + when the gate flew open, the greyhound and the senator’s watch-dogs barked + loudly, and she recognized her husband’s voice as he ordered the dogs to + be quiet. + </p> + <p> + “Fly-fly-for the gods’ sake!” she cried in a trembling voice. With that + ready presence of mind with which destiny arms the weakest woman in great + and sudden danger, she extinguished the lamp, flung open the shutter, and + pushed Hermas to the window. The boy did not stay to bid her farewell, but + swung himself with a strong leap down into the road, and, followed by the + barking of the dogs, which roused all the neighboring households, he flew + up the street to the little church. + </p> + <p> + He had not got more than half-way when he saw a man coming towards him; he + sprang into the shadow of a house, but the belated walker accelerated his + steps, and came straight up to him. He set off running again, but the + other pursued him, and kept close at his heels till he had passed all the + houses and began to go up the mountain-path. Hermas felt that he was + outstripping his pursuer, and was making ready for a spring over a block + of stone that encumbered the path, when he heard his name called behind + him, and he stood still, for he recognized the voice of the man from whom + he was flying as that of his good friend Paulus. + </p> + <p> + “You indeed,” said the Alexandrian, panting for breath. “Yes, you are + swifter than I. Years hang lead on our heels, but do you know what it is + that lends them the swiftest wings? You have just learned it! It is a bad + conscience; and pretty things will be told about you; the dogs have barked + it all out loud enough to the night.” + </p> + <p> + “And so they may!” replied Hermas defiantly, and trying in vain to free + himself from the strong grasp of the anchorite who held him firmly. “I + have done nothing wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife!” interrupted Paulus in a tone + of stern severity. “You have been with the centurion’s pretty wife, and + were taken by surprise. Where is your sheepskin?” + </p> + <p> + Hermas started, felt on his shoulder, and exclaimed, striking his fist + against his forehead, “Merciful Heaven!—I have left it there! The + raging Gaul will find it.” + </p> + <p> + “He did not actually see you there?” asked Paulus eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “No, certainly not,” groaned Hermas, “but the skin—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” muttered Paulus. “Your sin is none the less, but something + may be done in that case. Only think if it came to your father’s ears; it + might cost him his life.” + </p> + <p> + “And that poor Sirona!” sighed Hermas. + </p> + <p> + “Leave me to settle that,” exclaimed Paulus. “I will make everything + straight with her. There, take sheepskin. You will not? Well, to be sure, + the man who does not fear to commit adultery would make nothing of + becoming his father’s murderer.—There, that is the way! fasten it + together over your shoulders; you will need it, for you must quit this + spot, and not for to-day and to-morrow only. You wanted to go out into the + world, and now you will have the opportunity of showing whether you really + are capable of walking on your own feet. First go to Raithu and greet the + pious Nikon in my name, and tell him that I remain here on the mountain, + for after long praying in the church I have found myself unworthy of the + office of elder which they offered me. Then get yourself carried by some + ship’s captain across the Red Sea, and wander up and down the Egyptian + coast. The hordes of the Blemmyes have lately shown themselves there; keep + your eye on them, and when the wild bands are plotting some fresh outbreak + you can warn the watch on the mountain-peaks; how to cross the sea and so + outstrip them, it will be your business to find out. Do you feel bold + enough and capable of accomplishing this task? Yes? So I expected! Now may + the Lord guide you. I will take care of your father, and his blessing and + your mother’s will rest upon you if you sincerely repent, and if you now + do your duty.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall learn that I am a man,” cried Hermas with sparkling eyes. “My + bow and arrows are lying in your cave, I will fetch them and then—aye! + you shall see whether you sent the right man on the errand. Greet my + father, and once more give me your hand.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus grasped the boy’s right hand, drew him to him, and kissed his + forehead with fatherly tenderness. Then he said, “In my cave, under the + green stone, you will find six gold-pieces; take three of them with you on + your journey. You will probably need them at any rate to pay your passage. + Now be off, and get to Raithu in good time.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas hurried up the mountain, his head full of the important task that + had been laid upon him; dazzling visions of the great deeds he was to + accomplish eclipsed the image of the fair Sirona, and he was so accustomed + to believe in the superior insight and kindness of Paulus that he feared + no longer for Sirona now that his friend had made her affair his own. + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian looked after him, and breathed a short prayer for him; + then he went down again into the valley. + </p> + <p> + It was long past midnight, and the moon was sinking; it grew cooler and + cooler, and since he had given his sheepskin to Hermas he had nothing on, + but his thread-bare coat. Nevertheless he went slowly onwards, stopping + every now and then, moving his arms, and speaking incoherent words in a + low tone to himself. + </p> + <p> + He thought of Hermas and Sirona, of his own youth, and of how in + Alexandria he himself had tapped at the shutters of the dark-haired Aso, + and the fair Simaitha. + </p> + <p> + “A child—a mere boy,” he murmured. “Who would have thought it? The + Gaulish woman no doubt may be handsome, and as for him, it is a fact, that + as he threw the discus I was myself surprised at his noble figure. And his + eyes—aye, he has Magdalen’s eyes! If the Gaul had found him with his + wife, and had run his sword through his heart, he would have gone + unpunished by the earthly judge—however, his father is spared this + sorrow. In this desert the old man thought that his darling could not be + touched by the world and its pleasures. And now? These brambles I once + thought lay dried up on the earth, and could never get up to the top of + the palm-tree where the dates ripen, but a bird flew by, and picked up the + berries, and carried them into its nest at the highest point of the tree. + </p> + <p> + “Who can point out the road that another will take, and say to-day, + ‘To-morrow I shall find him thus and not otherwise.’ + </p> + <p> + “We fools flee into the desert in order to forget the world, and the world + pursues us and clings to our skirts. Where are the shears that are keen + enough to cut the shadow from beneath our feet? What is the prayer that + can effectually release us—born of the flesh—from the burden + of the flesh? My Redeemer, Thou Only One, who knowest it, teach it to me, + the basest of the base.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> + <p> + Within a few minutes after Hermas had flung himself out of window into the + roadway, Phoebicius walked into his sleeping-room. Sirona had had time to + throw herself on to her couch; she was terribly frightened, and had turned + her face to the wall. Did he actually know that some one had been with + her? And who could have betrayed her, and have called him home? Or could + he have come home by accident sooner than usual? + </p> + <p> + It was dark in the room, and he could not see her face, and yet she kept + her eyes shut as if asleep, for every fraction of a minute in which she + could still escape seeing him in his fury seemed a reprieve; and yet her + heart beat so violently that it seemed to her that he must hear it, when + he approached the bed with a soft step that was peculiar to him. She heard + him walk up and down, and at last go into the kitchen that adjoined the + sleeping-room. In a few moments she perceived through her half-closed + eyes, that he, had brought in a light; he had lighted a lamp at the + hearth, and now searched both the rooms. + </p> + <p> + As yet he had not spoken to her, nor opened his lips to utter a word. + </p> + <p> + Now he was in the sitting-room, and now—involuntarily she drew + herself into a heap, and pulled the coverlet over her head—now he + laughed aloud, so loud and scornfully, that she felt her hands and feet + turn cold, and a rushing crimson mist floated before her eyes. Then the + light came back into the bed-room, and came nearer and nearer. She felt + her head pushed by his hard hand, and with a feeble scream she flung off + the coverlet and sat up. + </p> + <p> + Still he did not speak a word, but what she saw was quite enough to + smother the last spark of her courage and hope, for her husband’s eyes + showed only the whites, his sallow features were ashy-pale, and on his + brow the branded mark of Mithras stood out more clearly than ever. In his + right hand he held the lamp, in his left Hermas’ sheepskin. + </p> + <p> + As his haggard eye met hers he held the anchorite’s matted garment so + close to her face, that it touched her. Then he threw it violently on the + floor, and asked in a low, husky voice, “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + She was silent. He went up to the little table near her bed; on it stood + her night-draught in a pretty colored glass, that Polykarp had brought her + from Alexandria as a token, and with the back of his hand he swept it from + the table, so that it fell on the dais, and flew with a crash into a + thousand fragments. She screamed, the greyhound sprang up and barked at + the Gaul. He seized the little beast’s collar, and flung it so violently + across the room, that it uttered a pitiful cry of pain. The dog had + belonged to Sirona since she was quite a girl, it had come with her to + Rome, and from thence to the oasis; it clung to her with affection, and + she to it, for Iambe liked no one to caress and stroke her so much as her + mistress. She was so much alone, and the greyhound was always with her, + and not only entertained her by such tricks as any other dog might have + learned, but was to her a beloved, dumb, but by no means deaf, companion + from her early home, who would prick its ears when she spoke the name of + her dear little sisters in distant Arelas, from whom she had not heard for + years; or it would look sadly in her face, and kiss her white hands, when + longing forced tears into her eyes. + </p> + <p> + In her solitary, idle, childless existence Iambe was much, very much, to + her, and now as she saw her faithful companion and friend creep + ill-treated and whining up to her bed—as the supple animal tried in + vain to spring up and take refuge in her lap, and held out to his mistress + his trembling, perhaps broken, little paw, fear vanished from the + miserable young woman’s heart—she sprang from her couch, took the + little dog in her arms, and exclaimed with a glance, which flashed with + anything rather than fear or repentance: “You do not touch the poor little + beast again, if you take my advice.” + </p> + <p> + “I will drown it to-morrow morning,” replied Phoebicius with perfect + indifference, but with an evil smile on his flaccid lips. “So many + two-legged lovers make themselves free to my house, that I do not see why + I should share your affections with a quadruped into the bargain. How came + this sheepskin here?” Sirona vouchsafed no answer to this last question, + but she exclaimed in great excitement, “By God—by your God—by + the mighty Rock, and by all the gods! if you do the little beast a harm, + it will be the last day I stop in your house.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear her!” said the centurion, “and where do you propose to travel to? + The desert is wide and there is room and to spare to starve in it, and for + your bones to bleach there. How grieved your lovers would be—for + their sakes I will take care before drowning the dog to lock in its + mistress.” + </p> + <p> + “Only try to touch me,” screamed Sirona beside herself, and springing to + the window. “If you lay a finger on me, I will call for help, and Dorothea + and her husband will protect me against you.” + </p> + <p> + “Hardly,” answered Phoebicius drily. “It would suit you no doubt to find + yourself under the same roof as that great boy who brings you colored + glass, and throws roses into your window, and perhaps has strewed the road + with them by which he found his way to you to-day. But there are + nevertheless laws which protect the Roman citizen from criminals and + impudent seducers. You were always a great deal too much in the house over + there, and you have exchanged your games with the little screaming beggars + for one with the grownup child, the rose-thrower-the fop, who, for your + sake, and not to be recognized, covers up his purple coat with a + sheepskin! Do you think, you can teach me anything about lovesick + night-wanderers and women? + </p> + <p> + “I see through it all! Not one step do you set henceforth across Petrus’ + threshold. There is the open window—scream—scream as loud as + you will, and let all the people know of your disgrace. I have the + greatest mind to carry this sheepskin to the judge, the first thing in the + morning. I shall go now, and set the room behind the kitchen in order for + you; there is no window there through which men in sheepskin can get in to + my house. You shall live there till you are tamed, and kiss my feet, and + confess what has been going on here to-night. I shall learn nothing from + the senator’s slaves, that I very well know; for you have turned all their + heads too—they grin with delight when they see you. All friends are + made welcome by you, even when they wear nothing but sheepskin. But they + may do what they please—I have the right keeper for you in my own + hand. I am going at once—you may scream if you like, but I should + myself prefer that you should keep quiet. As to the dog, we have not yet + heard the last of the matter; for the present I will keep him here. If you + are quiet and come to your senses, he may live for aught I care; but if + you are refractory, a rope and a stone can soon be found, and the stream + runs close below. You know I never jest—least of all just now.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona’s whole frame was in the most violent agitation. Her breath came + quickly, her limbs trembled, but she could not find words to answer him. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius saw what was passing in her mind, and he went on, “You may + snort proudly now; but an hour will come when you will crawl up to me like + your lame dog, and pray for mercy. I have another idea—you will want + a couch in the dark room, and it must be soft, or I shall be blamed; I + will spread out the sheepskin for you. You see I know how to value your + adorer’s offerings.” + </p> + <p> + The Gaul laughed loud, seized the hermit’s garment, and went with the lamp + into the dark room behind the kitchen, in which vessels and utensils of + various sorts were kept. These he set on one side to turn it into a + sleeping-room for his wife, of whose guilt he was fully convinced. + </p> + <p> + Who the man was for whose sake she had dishonored him, he knew not, for + Miriam had said nothing more than, “Go home, your wife is laughing with + her lover.” + </p> + <p> + While her husband was still threatening and storming, Sirona had said to + herself, that she would rather die than live any longer with this man. + That she herself was not free from fault never occurred to her mind. He + who is punished more severely than he deserves, easily overlooks his own + fault in his feeling of the judge’s injustice. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius was right; neither Petrus nor Dorothea had it in their power to + protect her against him, a Roman citizen. If she could not contrive to + help her self she was a prisoner, and without air, light, and freedom she + could not live. During his last speech her resolution had been quickly + matured, and hardly had he turned his back and crossed the threshold, than + she hurried up to her bed, wrapped the trembling greyhound in the + coverlet, took it in her arms like a child, and ran into the sitting-room + with her light burden; the shutters were still open of the window through + which Hermas had fled into the open. With the help of a stool she took the + same way, let herself slip down from the sill into the street, and + hastened on without aim or goal—inspired only by the wish to escape + durance in the dark room, and to burst every bond that tied her to her + hated mate—up the church-hill and along the road which lead over the + mountain to the sea. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius gave her a long start, for after having arranged her prison he + remained some time in the little room behind the kitchen, not in order to + give her time, collect his thoughts or to reflect on his future action, + but simply because he felt utterly exhausted. + </p> + <p> + The centurion was nearly sixty years of age, and his frame, originally a + powerful one, was now broken by every sort of dissipation, and could no + longer resist the effects of the strain and excitement of this night. + </p> + <p> + The lean, wiry, and very active man did not usually fall into these fits + of total enervation excepting in the daytime, for after sundown a + wonderful change would come over the gray-headed veteran, who nevertheless + still displayed much youthful energy in the exercise of his official + duties. At night his drooping eyelids, that almost veiled his eyes, opened + more wildly, his flaccid hanging under-lip closed firmly, his long neck + and narrow elongated head were held erect, and when, at a later hour, he + went out to drinking-bouts or to the service in honor of Mithras, he might + often still be taken for a fine, indomitable young man. + </p> + <p> + But when he was drunk he was no longer gay, but wild, braggart, and noisy. + It frequently happened that before he left the carouse, while he was still + in the midst of his boon-companions, the syncope would come upon him which + had so often alarmed Sirona, and from which he could never feel perfectly + safe even when he was on duty at the head of his soldiers. + </p> + <p> + The vehement big man in such moments offered a terrible image of helpless + impotence; the paleness of death would overspread his features, his back + was as if it were broken, and he lost his control over every limb. His + eyes only continued to move, and now and then a shudder shook his frame. + His people said that when he was in this condition, the centurion’s + ghastly demon had entered into him, and he himself believed in this evil + spirit, and dreaded it; nay, he had attempted to be released through + heathen spells, and even through Christian exorcisms. Now he sat in the + dark room on the sheepfell, which in scorn of his wife he had spread on a + hard wooden bench. His hands and feet turned cold, his eyes glowed, and + the power to move even a finger had wholly deserted him; only his lips + twitched, and his inward eye, looking back on the past with + preternaturally sharpened vision, saw, far away and beyond, the last + frightful hour. + </p> + <p> + “If,” thought he, “after my mad run down to the oasis, which few younger + men could have vied with, I had given the reins to my fury instead of + restraining it, the demon would not have mastered me so easily. How that + devil Miriam’s eyes flashed as she told me that a man was betraying me. + She certainly must have seen the wearer of the sheepskin, but I lost sight + of her before I reached the oasis; I fancy she turned and went up the + mountain. What indeed might not Sirona have done to her? That woman snares + all hearts with her eyes as a bird-catcher snares birds with his flute. + How the fine gentlemen ran after her in Rome! Did she dishonor me there, I + wonder? She dismissed the Legate Quintillus, who was so anxious to please + me—I may thank that fool of a woman that he became my enemy—but + he was older even than I, and she likes young men best. She is like all + the rest of them, and I of all men might have known it. It is the way of + the world: to-day one gives a blow and to-morrow takes one.” + </p> + <p> + A sad smile passed over his lips, then his features settled into a stern + gravity, for various unwelcome images rose clearly before his mind, and + would not be got rid of. + </p> + <p> + His conscience stood in inverse relation to the vigor of his body. When he + was well, his too darkly stained past life troubled him little; but when + he was unmanned by weakness, he was incapable of fighting the ghastly + demon that forced upon his memory in painful vividness those very deeds + which he would most willingly have forgotten. In such hours he must need + remember his friend, his benefactor, and superior officer, the Tribune + Servianus, whose fair young wife he had tempted with a thousand arts to + forsake her husband and child, and fly with him into the wide world; and + at this moment a bewildering illusion made him fancy that he was the + Tribune Servianus, and yet at the same time himself. Every hour of pain, + and the whole bitter anguish that his betrayed benefactor had suffered + through his act when he had seduced Glycera, he himself now seemed to + realize, and at the same time the enemy that had betrayed him, Servianus, + was none other than himself, Phoebicius, the Gaul. He tried to protect + himself and meditated revenge against the seducer, and still he could not + altogether lose the sense of his own identity. + </p> + <p> + This whirl of mad imagining, which he vainly endeavored to make clear to + himself, threatened to distract his reason, and he groaned aloud; the + sound of his own voice brought him back to actuality. + </p> + <p> + He was Phoebicius again and not another, that he knew now, and yet he + could not completely bring himself to comprehend the situation. The image + of the lovely Glycera, who had followed him to Alexandria, and whom he had + there abandoned, when he had squandered his last piece of money and her + last costly jewels in the Greek city, no longer appeared to him alone, but + always side by side with his wife Sirona. + </p> + <p> + Glycera had been a melancholy sweetheart, who had wept much, and laughed + little after running away from her husband; he fancied he could hear her + speaking soft words of reproach, while Sirona defied him with loud + threats, and dared to nod and signal to the senator’s son Polykarp. + </p> + <p> + The weary dreamer angrily shook himself, collected his thoughts, doubled + his fist, and lifted it angrily; this movement was the first sign of + returning physical energy; he stretched his limbs like a man awaking from + sleep, rubbed his eyes, pressed his hands to his temples; by degrees full + consciousness returned to him, and with it the recollection of all that + had occurred in the last hour or two. + </p> + <p> + He hastily left the dark room, refreshed himself in the kitchen with a + gulp of wine, and went up to the open window to gaze at the stars. + </p> + <p> + It was long past midnight; he was reminded of his companions now + sacrificing on the mountain, and addressed a long prayer “to the crown,” + “the invincible sun-god,” “the great light,” “the god begotten of the + rock,” and to many other names of Mithras; for since he had belonged to + the mystics of this divinity, he had become a zealous devotee, and could + fast too with extraordinary constancy. He had already passed through + several of the eighty trials, to which a man had to subject himself before + he could attain to the highest grades of the initiated, and the weakness + which had just now overpowered him, had attacked him for the first time, + after he had for a whole week lain for hours in the snow, besides fasting + severely, in order to attain the grade of “lion.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona’s rigorous mind was revolted by all these practices, and the + decision with which she had always refused to take any part in them, had + widened the breach which, without that, parted her from her husband. + Phoebicius was, in his fashion, very much in earnest with all these + things; for they alone saved him in some measure from himself, from dark + memories, and from the fear of meeting the reward of his evil deeds in a + future life, while Sirona found her best comfort in the remembrance of her + early life, and so gathered courage to endure the miserable present + cheerfully, and to hold fast to hope for better times. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius ended his prayer to-day—a prayer for strength to break + his wife’s strong spirit, for a successful issue to his revenge on her + seducer—ended it without haste, and with careful observance of all + the prescribed forms. Then he took two strong ropes from the wall, pulled + himself up, straight and proud, as if he were about to exhort his soldiers + to courage before a battle, cleared his throat like an orator in the Forum + before he begins his discourse, and entered the bedroom with a dignified + demeanor. Not the smallest suspicion of the possibility of her escape + troubled his sense of security, when, not finding Sirona in the + sleeping-room, he went into the sitting-room to carry out the meditated + punishment. Here again—no one. + </p> + <p> + He paused in astonishment; but the thought that she could have fled + appeared to him so insane, that he immediately and decisively dismissed + it. No doubt she feared his wrath, and was hidden under her bed or behind + the curtain which covered his clothes. “The dog,” thought he, “is still + cowering by her—” and he began to make a noise, half whistling and + half hissing, which Iambe could not bear, and which always provoked her to + bark angrily—but in vain. All was still in the vacant room, still as + death. He was now seriously anxious; at first deliberately, and then with + rapid haste, he threw the light under every vessel, into every corner, + behind every cloth, and rummaged in places that not even a child—nay + hardly a frightened bird could have availed itself of for concealment. At + last his right hand fairly dropped the ropes, and his left, in which he + held the lamp, began to tremble. He found the shutters of the + sleeping-room open; where Sirona had been sitting on the seat looking at + the moon, before Hermas had come upon the scene. “Then she is not here!” + he muttered, and setting the lamp on the little table, from which he had + just now flung Polykarp’s glass, he tore open the door, and hurried into + the courtyard. That she could have swung herself out into the road, and + have set out in the night for the open desert, had not yet entered into + his mind. He shook the door that closed in the homestead, and found it + locked; the watch-dogs roused themselves, and gave tongue, when Phoebicius + turned to Petrus’ house, and began to knock at the door with the brazen + knocker, at first softly and then with growing anger; he considered it as + certain that his wife had sought and found protection under the senator’s + roof. He could have shouted with rage and anguish, and yet he hardly + thought of his wife and the danger of losing her, but only of Polykarp and + the disgrace he had wrought upon him, and the reparation he would exact + from him, and his parents, who had dared to tamper with his household + rights—his, the imperial centurion’s. + </p> + <p> + What was Sirona to him? In the flush of an hour of excitement he had + linked her destiny to his. + </p> + <p> + At Arelas, about two years since, one of his comrades had joined their + circle of boon-companions, and had related that he had been the witness of + a remarkable scene. A number of young fellows had surrounded a boy and had + unmercifully beaten him—he himself knew not wherefore. The little + one had defended himself bravely, but was at last overcome by numbers. + “Then suddenly,” continued the soldier, “the door of a house near the + circus opened, and a young girl with long golden hair flew out, and drove + the boys to flight, and released the victim, her brother, from his + tormentors. She looked like a lioness,” cried the narrator, “Sirona she is + called, and of all the pretty girls of Arelas, she is beyond a doubt the + prettiest.” This opinion was confirmed on all sides, and Phoebicius, who + at that time had just been admitted to the grade of “lion” among the + worshippers of Mithras, and liked very well to hear himself called “the + lion,” exclaimed, “I have long been seeking a lioness, and here it seems + to me that I have found one. Phoebicius and Sirona—the two names + sound very finely together.” + </p> + <p> + On the following day he asked Sirona of her father for his wife, and as he + had to set out for Rome in a few days the wedding was promptly celebrated. + She had never before quitted Arelas, and knew not what she was giving up, + when she took leave of her father’s house perhaps for ever. In Rome + Phoebicius and his young wife met again; there many admired the beautiful + woman, and made every effort to obtain her favor, but to him she was only + a lightly won, and therefore a lightly valued, possession; nay, ere long + no more than a burden, ornamental no doubt but troublesome to guard. When + presently his handsome wife attracted the notice of the legate, he + endeavored to gain profit and advancement through her, but Sirona had + rebuffed Quintillus with such insulting disrespect, that his superior + officer became the centurion’s enemy, and contrived to procure his removal + to the oasis, which was tantamount to banishment. + </p> + <p> + From that time he had regarded her too as his enemy, and firmly believed + that she designedly showed herself most friendly to those who seemed most + obnoxious to him, and among these he reckoned Polykarp. + </p> + <p> + Once more the knocker sounded on the senator’s door; it opened, and Petrus + himself stood before the raging Gaul, a lamp in his hand. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. + </h2> + <p> + The unfortunate Paulus sat on a stone bench in front of the senator’s + door, and shivered; for, as dawn approached, the night-air grew cooler, + and he was accustomed to the warmth of the sheepskin, which he had now + given to Hermas. In his hand he held the key of the church, which he had + promised the door-keeper to deliver to Petrus; but all was so still in the + senator’s house, that he shrank from rousing the sleepers. + </p> + <p> + “What a strange night this has been!” he muttered to himself, as he drew + his short and tattered tunic closer together. “Even if it were warmer, and + if, instead of this threadbare rag, I had a sack of feathers to wrap + myself in, still I should feel a cold shiver if the spirits of hell that + wander about here were to meet me again. Now I have actually seen one with + my own eyes. Demons in women’s form rush up the mountain out of the oasis + to tempt and torture us in our sleep. What could it have been that the + goblin in a white robe and with flowing hair held in its arms? Very likely + the stone with which the incubus loads our breast when he torments us. The + other one seemed to fly, but I did not see its wings. That side-building + must be where the Gaul lives with his ungodly wife, who has ensnared my + poor Hermas. I wonder whether she is really so beautiful! But what can a + youth who has grown up among rocks and caves know of the charms of women. + He would, of course, think the first who looked kindly at him the most + enchanting of her sex. Besides she is fair, and therefore a rare bird + among the sunburnt bipeds of the desert. The centurion surely cannot have + found the sheepskin or all would not be so still here; once since I have + been here an ass has brayed, once a camel has groaned, and now already the + first cock is crowing; but not a sound have I heard from human lips, not + even a snore from the stout senator or his buxom wife Dorothea, and it + would be strange indeed if they did not both snore.” + </p> + <p> + He rose, went up to the window of Phoebicius dwelling, and listened at the + half open shutters, but all was still. + </p> + <p> + An hour ago Miriam had been listening under Sirona’s room; after betraying + her to Phoebicius she had followed him at a distance, and had slipped back + into the court-yard through the stables; she felt that she must learn what + was happening within, and what fate had befallen Hermas and Sirona at the + hands of the infuriated Gaul. She was prepared for anything, and the + thought that the centurion might have killed them both with the sword + filled her with bitter-sweet satisfaction. Then, seeing the light through + the crack between the partly open wooden shutters, she softly pushed them + farther apart, and, resting her bare feet against the wall, she raised + herself to look in. + </p> + <p> + She saw Sirona sitting up upon her couch, and opposite to her the Gaul + with pale distorted features; at his feet lay the sheepskin; in his right + hand he held the lamp, and its light fell on the paved floor in front of + the bed, and was reflected in a large dark red pool. + </p> + <p> + “That is blood,” thought she, and she shuddered and closed her eyes. + </p> + <p> + When she reopened them she saw Sirona’s face with crimson cheeks, turned + towards her husband; she was unhurt—but Hermas? + </p> + <p> + “‘That is his blood!” she thought with anguish, and a voice seemed to + scream in her very heart, “I, his murderess, have shed it.” + </p> + <p> + Her hands lost their hold of the shutters, her feet touched the pavement + of the yard, and, driven by her bitter anguish of soul, she fled out by + the way she had come—out into the open and up to the mountain. She + felt that rather would she defy the prowling panthers, the night-chill, + hunger and thirst, than appear again before Dame Dorothea, the senator, + and Marthana, with this guilt on her soul; and the flying Miriam was one + of the goblin forms that had terrified Paulus. + </p> + <p> + The patient anchorite sat down again on the stone seat. “The frost is + really cruel,” thought he, “and a very good thing is such a woolly + sheepskin; but the Saviour endured far other sufferings than these, and + for what did I quit the world but to imitate Him, and to endure to the end + here that I may win the joys of the other world. There, where angels soar, + man will need no wretched ram’s fell, and this time certainly selfishness + has been far from me, for I really and truly suffer for another—I am + freezing for Hermas, and to spare the old man pain. I would it were even + colder! Nay, I will never, absolutely never again lay a sheepskin over my + shoulders.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus nodded his head as if to signify assent to his own resolve; but + presently he looked graver, for again it seemed to him that he was walking + in a wrong path. + </p> + <p> + “Aye! Man achieves a handful of good, and forthwith his heart swells with + a camel-load of pride. What though my teeth are chattering, I am none the + less a most miserable creature. How it tickled my vanity, in spite of all + my meditations and scruples, when they came from Raithu and offered me the + office of elder; I felt more triumphant the first time I won with the + quadriga, but I was scarcely more puffed up with pride then, than I was + yesterday. How many who think to follow the Lord strive only to be exalted + as He is; they keep well out of the way of His abasement. Thou, O Thou + Most High, art my witness that I earnestly seek it, but so soon as the + thorns tear my flesh the drops of blood turn to roses, and if I put them + aside, others come and still fling garlands in my way. I verily believe + that it is as hard here on earth to find pain without pleasure, as + pleasure without pain.” + </p> + <p> + While thus he meditated his teeth chattered with cold, but suddenly his + reflections were interrupted, for the dogs set up a loud barking. + Phoebicius was knocking at the senator’s door. + </p> + <p> + Paulus rose at once, and approached the gate-way. He could hear every word + that was spoken in the court-yard; the deep voice was the senator’s, the + high sharp tones must be the centurion’s. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius was demanding his wife back from Petrus, as she had hidden in + his house, while Petrus positively declared that Sirona had not crossed + his threshold since the morning of the previous day. + </p> + <p> + In spite of the vehement and indignant tones in which his lodger spoke, + the senator remained perfectly calm, and presently went away to ask his + wife whether she by chance, while he was asleep, had opened the house to + the missing woman. Paulus heard the soldier’s steps as he paced up and + down the court-yard, but they soon ceased, for Dame Dorothea appeared at + the door with her husband, and on her part emphatically declared that she + knew nothing of Sirona. + </p> + <p> + “Your son Polykarp then,” interrupted Phoebicius, “will be better informed + of her whereabouts.” + </p> + <p> + “My son has been since yesterday at Raithu on business,” said Petrus + resolutely but evasively; “we expect him home to-day only.” + </p> + <p> + “It would seem that he has been quick, and has returned much sooner,” + retorted Phoebicius. “Our preparations for sacrificing on the mountain + were no secret, and the absence of the master of the house is the + opportunity for thieves to break in—above all, for lovers who throw + roses into their ladies’ windows. You Christians boast that you regard the + marriage tie as sacred, but it seems to me that you apply the rule only to + your fellow-believers. Your sons may make free to take their pleasure + among the wives of the heathen; it only remains to be proved whether the + heathen husbands will be trifled with or not. So far as I am concerned, I + am inclined for anything rather than jesting. I would have you to + understand that I will never let Caesar’s uniform, which I wear, be + stained by disgrace, and that I am minded to search your house, and if I + find my undutiful wife and your son within its walls, I will carry them + and you before the judge, and sue for my rights.” + </p> + <p> + “You will seek in vain,” replied Petrus, commanding himself with + difficulty. “My word is yea or nay, and I repeat once more no, we harbor + neither her nor him. As for Dorothea and myself—neither of us is + inclined to interfere in your concerns, but neither will we permit another—be + he whom he may—to interfere in ours. This threshold shall never be + crossed by any but those to whom I grant permission, or by the emperor’s + judge, to whom I must yield. You, I forbid to enter. Sirona is not here, + and you would do better to seek her elsewhere than to fritter away your + time here.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not require your advice!” cried the centurion wrathfully. + </p> + <p> + “And I,” retorted Petrus, “do not feel myself called upon to arrange your + matrimonial difficulties. Besides you can get back Sirona without our + help, for it is always more difficult to keep a wife safe in the house, + than to fetch her back when she has run away.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall learn whom you have to deal with!” threatened the centurion, + and he threw a glance round at the slaves, who had collected in the court, + and who had been joined by the senator’s eldest son. “I shall call my + people together at once, and if you have the seducer among you we will + intercept his escape.” + </p> + <p> + “Only wait an hour,” said Dorothea, now taking up the word, while she + gently touched her husband’s hand, for his self-control was almost + exhausted, “I and you will see Polykarp ride home on his father’s horse. + Is it only from the roses that my son threw into your wife’s window, that + you suppose him to be her seducer—she plays so kindly with all his + brothers and sisters—or are there other reasons, which move you to + insult and hurt us with so heavy an accusation?” + </p> + <p> + Often when wrathful men threaten to meet with an explosion, like black + thunder-clouds, a word from the mouth of a sensible woman gives them + pause, and restrains them like a breath of soft wind. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius had no mind to listen to any speech from Polykarp’s mother, but + her question suggested to him for the first time a rapid retrospect of all + that had occurred, and he could not conceal from himself that his + suspicions rested on weak grounds. And at the same time he now said to + himself, that if indeed Sirona had fled into the desert instead of to the + senator’s house he was wasting time, and letting the start, which she had + already gained, increase in a fatal degree. + </p> + <p> + But few seconds were needed for these reflections, and as he was + accustomed when need arose to control himself, he said: + </p> + <p> + “We must see—some means must be found—” and then without any + greeting to his host, he slowly returned to his own house. But he had not + reached the door, when he heard hoofs on the road, and Petrus called after + him, “Grant us a few minutes longer, for here comes Polykarp, and he can + justify himself to you in his own person.” + </p> + <p> + The centurion paused, the senator signed to old Jethro to open the gate; a + man was heard to spring from his saddle, but it was an Amalekite—and + not Polykarp—who came into the court. + </p> + <p> + “What news do you bring?” asked the senator, turning half to the messenger + and half to the centurion. “My lord Polykarp, your son,” replied the + Amalekite—a dark brown man of ripe years with supple limbs, and a + sharp tongue—“sends his greetings to you and to the mistress, and + would have you to know that before mid-day he will arrive at home with + eight workmen, whom he has engaged in Raithu. Dame Dorothea must be good + enough to make ready for them all and to prepare a meal.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you part from my son?” inquired Petrus. + </p> + <p> + “Two hours before sundown.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus heaved a sigh of relief, for he had not till now been perfectly + convinced of his son’s innocence; but, far from triumphing or making + Phoebicius feel the injustice he had done him, he said kindly—for he + felt some sympathy with the Gaul in his misfortune: + </p> + <p> + “I wish the messenger could also give some news of your wife’s retreat; + she found it hard to accommodate herself to the dull life here in the + oasis, perhaps she has only disappeared in order to seek a town which may + offer more variety to such a beautiful young creature than this quiet spot + in the desert.” + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius waved his hand with a negative movement, implying that he knew + better, and said, “I will show you what your nice night-bird left in my + nest. It may be that you can tell me to whom it belongs.” + </p> + <p> + Just as he hastily stepped across the court-yard to his own dwelling + Paulus entered by the now open gate; he greeted the senator and his + family, and offered Petrus the key of the church. + </p> + <p> + The sun meanwhile had risen, and the Alexandrian blushed to show himself + in Dame Dorothea’s presence in his short and ragged under-garment, which + was quite inefficient to cover the still athletic mould of his limbs. + Petrus had heard nothing but good of Paulus, and yet he measured him now + with no friendly eye, for all that wore the aspect of extravagance + repelled his temperate and methodical nature. Paulus was made conscious of + what was passing in the senator’s mind when, without vouchsafing a single + word, he took the key from his hand. It was not a matter of indifference + to him, that this man should think ill of him, and he said, with some + embarrassment: + </p> + <p> + “We do not usually go among people without a sheepskin, but I have lost + mine.” + </p> + <p> + Hardly had he uttered the words, when Phoebicius came back with Hermas’ + sheepskin in his hand, and cried out to Petrus: + </p> + <p> + “This I found on my return home, in our sleeping-room.” + </p> + <p> + “And when have you ever seen Polykarp in such a mantle?” asked Dorothea. + </p> + <p> + “When the gods visit the daughters of men,” replied the centurion, “they + have always made choice of strange disguises. Why should not a perfumed + Alexandrian gentleman transform himself for once into one of those rough + fools on the mountain? However, even old Homer sometimes nodded—and + I confess that I was in error with regard to your son. I meant no offence, + senator! You have lived here longer than I; who can have made me a present + of this skin, which still seems to be pretty new—horns and all.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus examined and felt the skin, “This is an anchorite’s garment,” he + said; “the penitents on the mountain are all accustomed to wear such.” + </p> + <p> + “It is one of those rascals then that has found his way into my house!” + exclaimed the centurion. “I bear Caesar’s commission, and I am to + exterminate ill vagabonds that trouble the dwellers in the oasis, or + travellers in the desert. Thus run the orders which I brought with me from + Rome. I will drive the low fellows together like deer for hunting, for + they are all rogues and villains, and I shall know how to torture them + until I find the right one.” + </p> + <p> + “The emperor will ill-requite you for that,” replied Petrus. “They are + pious Christians, and you know that Constantine himself—” + </p> + <p> + “Constantine!” exclaimed the centurion scornfully. “Perhaps he will let + himself be baptized, for water can hurt no one, and he cannot, like the + great Diocletian, exterminate the masses who run after the crucified + miracle-monger, without depopulating the country. Look at these coins; + here is the image of Caesar, and what is this on the other side? Is this + your Nazarene, or is it the old god, the immortal and invincible sun? And + is that man one of your creed, who in Constantinople adores Tyche and the + Dioscuri Castor and Pollux? The water he is baptized with to-day he will + wipe away to-morrow, and the old gods will be his defenders, if in more + peaceful times he maintains them against your superstitions.” + </p> + <p> + “But it will be a good while till then,” said Perrus coolly. “For the + present, at least, Constantine is the protector of the Christians. I + advise you to put your affair into the hands of Bishop Agapitus.” + </p> + <p> + “That he may serve me up a dish of your doctrine, which is bad even for + women,” said the centurion laughing; “and that I may kiss my enemies’ + feet? They are a vile rabble up there, I repeat it, and they shall be + treated as such till I have found my man. I shall begin the hunt this very + day.” + </p> + <p> + “And this very day you may end it, for the sheepskin is mine.” + </p> + <p> + It was Paulus who spoke these words in a loud and decided tone; all eyes + were at once turned on him and on the centurion. + </p> + <p> + Petrus and the slaves had frequently seen the anchorite, but never without + a sheepskin similar to that which Phoebicius held in his hand. The + anchorite’s self-accusation must have appeared incredible, and indeed + scarcely possible, to all who knew Paulus and Sirona; and nevertheless no + one, not even the senator, doubted it for an instant. Dame Dorothea only + shook her head incredulously, and though she could find no explanation for + the occurrence, she still could not but say to herself, that this man did + not look like a lover, and that Sirona would hardly have forgotten her + duty for his sake. She could not indeed bring herself to believe in + Sirona’s guilt at all, for she was heartily well disposed towards her; + besides—though it, no doubt, was not right—her motherly vanity + inclined her to believe that if the handsome young woman had indeed + sinned, she would have preferred her fine tall Polykarp—whose roses + and flaming glances she blamed in all sincerity—to this shaggy, + wild-looking graybeard. + </p> + <p> + Quite otherwise thought the centurion. He was quite ready to believe in + the anchorite’s confession, for the more unworthy the man for whom Sirona + had broken faith, the greater seemed her guilt, and the more unpardonable + her levity; and to his man’s vanity it seemed to him easier—particularly + in the presence of such witnesses as Petrus and Dorothea—to bear the + fact that his wife should have sought variety and pleasure at any cost, + even at that of devoting herself to a ragged beggar, than that she should + have given her affections to a younger, handsomer, and worthier man than + himself. He had sinned much against her, but all that lay like feathers on + his side of the scales, while that which she had done weighed down hers + like a load of lead. He began to feel like a man who, in wading through a + bog, has gained firm ground with one foot, and all these feelings gave him + energy to walk up to the anchorite with a self-control, of which he was + not generally master, excepting when on duty at the head of his soldiers. + </p> + <p> + He approached the Alexandrian with an assumption of dignity and a demeanor + which testified to his formerly having taken part in the representations + of tragedies in the theatres of great cities. Paulus, on his part, did not + retreat by a single step, but looked at him with a smile that alarmed + Petrus and the rest of the bystanders. The law put the anchorite + absolutely into the power of the outraged husband, but Phoebicius did not + seem disposed to avail himself of his rights, and nothing but contempt and + loathing were perceptible in his tone, as he said: + </p> + <p> + “A man who takes hold of a mangy dog in order to punish him, only dirties + his hand. The woman who betrayed me for your sake, and you—you dirty + beggar—are worthy of each other. I could crush you like a fly that + can be destroyed by a blow of my hand if I chose, but my sword is + Caesar’s, and shall never be soiled by such foul blood as yours; however, + the beast shall not have cast off his skin for nothing, it is thick, and + so you have only spared me the trouble of tearing it off you before giving + you your due. You shall find no lack of blows. Confess where your + sweetheart has fled to and they shall be few, but if you are slow to + answer they will be many. Lend me that thing there, fellow!” + </p> + <p> + With these words he took a whip of hippopotamus hide out of a + camel-driver’s band, went close up to the Alexandrian, and asked: “Where + is Sirona?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, you may beat me,” said Paulus. “However hard your whip may fall on + me, it cannot be heavy enough for my sins; but as to where your wife is + hiding, that I really cannot tell you—not even if you were to tear + my limbs with pincers instead of stroking me with that wretched thing.” + </p> + <p> + There was something so genuinely honest in Paulus’ voice and tone, that + the centurion was inclined to believe him; but it was not his way to let a + threatened punishment fail of execution, and this strange beggar should + learn by experience that when his hand intended to hit hard, it was far + from “stroking.” And Paulus did experience it, without uttering a cry, and + without stirring from the spot where he stood. + </p> + <p> + When at last Phoebicius dropped his weary arm and breathlessly repeated + his question, the ill-used man replied, “I told you before I do not know, + and therefore I cannot reveal it.” + </p> + <p> + Up to this moment Petrus, though he had felt strongly impelled to rush to + the rescue of his severely handled fellow-believer, had nevertheless + allowed the injured husband to have his way, for he seemed disposed to act + with unusual mildness, and the Alexandrian to be worthy of all punishment; + but at this point Dorothea’s request would not have been needed to prompt + him to interfere. + </p> + <p> + He went up to the centurion, and said to him in an undertone, “You have + given the evil-doer his due, and if you desire that he should undergo a + severer punishment than you can inflict, carry the matter—I say once + more—before the bishop. You will gain nothing more here. Take my + word for it, I know the man and his fellow-men; he actually knows nothing + of where your wife is hiding, and you are only wasting the time and + strength which you would do better to save, in order to search for Sirona. + I fancy she will have tried to reach the sea, and to get to Egypt or + possibly to Alexandria; and there—you know what the Greek city is—she + will fall into utter ruin.” + </p> + <p> + “And so,” laughed the Gaul, “find what she seeks—variety, and every + kind of pleasure. For a young thing like that, who loves amusement, there + is no pleasant occupation but vice. But I will spoil her game; you are + right, it is not well to give her too long a start. If she has found the + road to the sea, she may already—Hey, here Talib!” He beckoned to + Polykarp’s Amalekite messenger. “You have just come from Raithu; did you + meet a flying woman on the way, with yellow hair and a white face?” + </p> + <p> + The Amalekite, a free man with sharp eyes, who was highly esteemed in the + senator’s house, and even by Phoebicius himself, as a trustworthy and + steady man, had expected this question, and eagerly replied: + </p> + <p> + “At two stadia beyond el Heswe I met a large caravan from Petra, which + rested yesterday in the oasis here; a woman, such as you describe, was + running with it. When I heard what had happened here I wanted to speak, + but who listens to a cricket while it thunders?” + </p> + <p> + “Had she a lame greyhound with her?” asked Phoebicius, full of + expectation. + </p> + <p> + “She carried something in her arms,” answered the Amalekite. “In the + moonlight I took it for a baby. My brother, who was escorting the caravan, + told me the lady was no doubt running away, for she had paid the charge + for the escort not in ready money, but with a gold signet-ring.” + </p> + <p> + The Gaul remembered a certain gold ring with a finely carved onyx, which + long years ago he had taken from Glycera’s finger, for she had another one + like it, and which he had given to Sirona on the day of their marriage. + </p> + <p> + “It is strange!” thought he, “what we give to women to bind them to us + they use as weapons to turn against us, be it to please some other man, or + to smooth the path by which they escape from us. It was with a bracelet of + Glycera’s that I paid the captain of the ship that brought us to + Alexandria; but the soft-hearted fool, whose dove flew after me, and I are + men of a different stamp; I will follow my flown bird, and catch it + again.” He spoke the last words aloud, and then desired one of the + senator’s slaves to give his mule a good feed and drink, for his own + groom, and the superior decurion who during his absence must take his + place, were also worshippers of Mithras, and had not yet returned from the + mountain. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius did not doubt that the woman who had joined the caravan—which + he himself had seen yesterday—was his fugitive wife, and he knew + that his delay might have reduced his earnest wish to overtake her and + punish her to the remotest probability; but he was a Roman soldier, and + would rather have laid violent hands on himself than have left his post + without a deputy. When at last his fellow-worshippers came from their + sacrifice and worship of the rising sun, his preparations for his long + journey were completed. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius carefully impressed on the decurion all he had to do during his + absence, and how he was to conduct himself; then he delivered the key of + his house into Petrus’ keeping as well as the black slave-woman, who wept + loudly and passionately over the flight of her mistress; he requested the + senator to bring the anchorite’s misdeed to the knowledge of the bishop, + and then, guided by the Amalekite Talib, who rode before him on his + dromedary, he trotted hastily away in pursuit of the caravan, so as to + reach the sea, if possible, before its embarkation. + </p> + <p> + As the hoofs of the mule sounded fainter and fainter in the distance, + Paulus also quitted the senator’s courtyard; Dorothea pointed after him as + he walked towards the mountain. “In truth, husband,” said she, “this has + been a strange morning; everything that has occurred looks as clear as + day, and yet I cannot understand it all. My heart aches when I think what + may happen to the wretched Sirona if her enraged husband overtakes her. It + seems to me that there are two sorts of marriage; one was instituted by + the most loving of the angels, nay, by the All-merciful Himself, but the + other it is not to be thought of! How can those two live together for the + future? And that under our roof! Their closed house looks to me as though + ruined and burnt-out, and we have already seen the nettles spring up which + grow everywhere among the ruins of human dwellings.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. + </h2> + <p> + The path of every star is fixed and limited, every plant bears flowers and + fruit which in form and color exactly resemble their kind, and in all the + fundamental characteristics of their qualities and dispositions, of their + instinctive bent and external impulse, all animals of the same species + resemble each other; thus, the hunter who knows the red-deer in his + father’s forest, may know in every forest on earth how the stag will + behave in any given case. The better a genus is fitted for variability in + the conformation of its individuals, the higher is the rank it is entitled + to hold in the graduated series of creatures capable of development; and + it is precisely that wonderful many-sidedness of his inner life, and of + its outward manifestation, which assigns to man his superiority over all + other animated beings. + </p> + <p> + Some few of our qualities and activities can be fitly symbolized in + allegorical fashion by animals; thus, courage finds an emblem in the lion, + gentleness in the dove, but the perfect human form has satisfied a + thousand generations, and will satisfy a thousand more, when we desire to + reduce the divinity to a sensible image, for, in truth, our heart is as + surely capable of comprehending “God in us,”—that is in our feelings—as + our intellect is capable of comprehending His outward manifestation in the + universe. + </p> + <p> + Every characteristic of every finite being is to be found again in man, + and no characteristic that we can attribute to the Most High is foreign to + our own soul, which, in like manner, is infinite and immeasurable, for it + can extend its investigating feelers to the very utmost boundary of space + and time. Hence, the roads which are open to the soul, are numberless as + those of the divinity. Often they seem strange, but the initiated very + well know that these roads are in accordance to fixed laws, and that even + the most exceptional emotions of the soul may be traced back to causes + which were capable of giving rise to them and to no others. + </p> + <p> + Blows hurt, disgrace is a burden, and unjust punishment embitters the + heart, but Paulus’ soul had sought and found a way to which these simple + propositions did not apply. + </p> + <p> + He had been ill-used and contemned, and, though perfectly innocent, ere he + left the oasis he was condemned to the severest penance. As soon as the + bishop had heard from Petrus of all that had happened in his house, he had + sent for Paulus, and as he could answer nothing to the accusation, he had + expelled him from his flock—to which the anchorites belonged—forbidden + him to visit the church on week-days, and declared that this his sentence + should be publicly proclaimed before the assembled congregation of the + believers. + </p> + <p> + And how did this affect Paulus as he climbed the mountain, lonely and + proscribed? + </p> + <p> + A fisherman from the little seaport of Pharan, who met him half-way and + exchanged a greeting with him, thought to himself as he looked after him, + “The great graybeard looks as happy as if he had found a treasure.” Then + he walked on into the valley with his scaly wares, reminded, as he went, + of his son’s expression of face when his wife bore him his first little + one. + </p> + <p> + Near the watch-tower at the edge of the defile, a party of anchorites were + piling some stones together. They had already heard of the bishop’s + sentence on Paulus, the sinner, and they gave him no greeting. He observed + it and was silent, but when they could no longer see him he laughed to + himself and muttered, while he rubbed a weal that the centurion’s whip had + left upon his back, “If they think that a Gaul’s cudgel has a pleasant + flavor they are mistaken, however I would not exchange it for a skin of + Anthyllan wine; and if they could only know that at least one of the + stripes which torments me is due to each one of themselves, they would be + surprised! But away with pride! How they spat on Thee, Jesus my Lord, and + who am I, and how mildly have they dealt with me, when I for once have + taken on my back another’s stripes. Not a drop of blood was drawn! I wish + the old man had hit harder!” + </p> + <p> + He walked cheerfully forward, and his mind recurred to the centurion’s + speech that he could if he list, “tread him down like a worm,” and he + laughed again softly, for he was quite aware that he was ten times as + strong as Phoebicius, and formerly he had overthrown the braggart + Arkesilaos of Kyrene and his cousin, the tall Xenophanes, both at once in + the sand of the Palaestra. Then he thought of Hermas, of his sweet dead + mother, and of his father, and—which was the most comforting thought + of all—of how he had spared the old man this bitter sorrow. + </p> + <p> + On his path there grew a little plant with a reddish blossom. In years he + had never looked at a flower or, at any rate, had never wished to possess + one; to-day he stooped down over the blossom that graced the rock, meaning + to pluck it. But he did not carry out his intention, for before he had + laid his hand upon it, he reflected: + </p> + <p> + “To whom could I offer it? And perhaps the flowers themselves rejoice in + the light, and in the silent life that is in their roots. How tightly it + clings to the rock. Farther away from the road flowers of even greater + beauty blow, seen by no mortal eye; they deck themselves in beauty for no + one but for their Creator, and because they rejoice in themselves. I too + will withdraw from the highways of mankind; let them accuse me! So long as + I live at peace with myself and my God I ask nothing of any one. He that + abases himself—aye, he that abases himself!—My hour too shall + come, and above and beyond this life I shall see them all once more; + Petrus and Dorothea, Agapitus and the brethren who now refuse to receive + me, and then, when my Saviour himself beckons me to Him, they will see me + as I am, and hasten to me and greet me with double kindness.” + </p> + <p> + He looked up, proud and rejoicing as he thought thus, and painted to + himself the joys of Paradise, to which this day he had earned an assured + claim. He never took longer and swifter steps than when his mind was + occupied with such meditations, and when he reached Stephanus’ cave he + thought the way from the oasis to the heights had been shorter than usual. + </p> + <p> + He found the sick man in great anxiety, for he had waited until now for + his son in vain, and feared that Hermas had met with some accident—or + had abandoned him, and fled out into the world. Paulus soothed him with + gentle words, and told him of the errand on which he had sent the lad to + the farther coast of the sea. + </p> + <p> + We are never better disposed to be satisfied with even bad news than when + we have expected it to be much worse; so Stephanus listened to his + friend’s explanation quite calmly, and with signs of approval. He could no + longer conceal from himself that Hermas was not ripe for the life of an + anchorite, and since he had learned that his unhappy wife—whom he + had so long given up for lost—had died a Christian, he found that he + could reconcile his thoughts to relinquishing the boy to the world. He had + devoted himself and his son to a life of penance, hoping and striving that + so Glycera’s soul might be snatched from damnation, and now he knew that + she herself had earned her title to Heaven. + </p> + <p> + “When will he come home again?” he asked Paulus. + </p> + <p> + “In five or six days,” was the answer. “Ali, the fisherman—out of + whose foot I took a thorn some time since—informed me secretly, as I + was going to church yesterday, that the Blemmyes are gathering behind the + sulphur-mountains; when they have withdrawn, it will be high time to send + Hermas to Alexandria. My brother is still alive, and for my sake he will + receive him as a blood-relation, for he too has been baptized.” + </p> + <p> + “He may attend the school of catechumens in the metropolis, and if he—if + he—” + </p> + <p> + “That we shall see,” interrupted Paulus. “For the present it comes to + this, we must let him go from hence, and leave him to seek out his own + way. You fancy that there may be in heaven a place of glory for such as + have never been overcome, and you would fain have seen Hermas among them. + It reminds me of the physician of Corinth, who boasted that he was + cleverer than any of his colleagues, for that not one of his patients had + ever died. And the man was right, for neither man nor beast had ever + trusted to his healing arts. Let Hermas try his young strength, and even + if he be no priest, but a valiant warrior like his forefathers, even so he + may honestly serve God. But it will be a long time before all this comes + to pass. So long as he is away I will attend on you—you still have + some water in your jar?” + </p> + <p> + “It has twice been filled for me,” said the old man. “The brown + shepherdess, who so often waters her goats at our spring, came to me the + first thing in the morning and again about two hours ago; she asked after + Hermas, and then offered of her own accord to fetch water for me so long + as he was away. She is as timid as a bird, and flew off as soon as she had + set down the jug.” + </p> + <p> + “She belongs to Petrus and cannot leave her goats for long,” said Paulus. + “Now I will go and find you some herbs for a relish; there will be no more + wine in the first place. Look me in the face—for how great a sinner + now do you take me? Think the very worst of me, and yet perhaps you will + hear worse said of me. But here come two men. Stay! one is Hilarion, one + of the bishop’s acolytes, and the other is Pachomius the Memphite, who + lately came to the mountain. They are coming up here, and the Egyptian is + carrying a small jar. I would it might hold some more wine to keep up your + strength.” + </p> + <p> + The two friends had not long to remain in ignorance of their visitor’s + purpose. So soon as they reached Stephanus’ cave, both turned their backs + on Paulus with conspicuously marked intention; nay the acolyte signed his + brow with the cross, as if he thought it necessary to protect himself + against evil influences. + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian understood; he drew back and was silent, while Hilarion + explained to the sick man that Paulus was guilty of grave sins, and that, + until he had done full penance, he must remain excluded as a rotten sheep + from the bishop’s flock, as well as interdicted from waiting on a pious + Christian. + </p> + <p> + “We know from Petrus,” the speaker went on, “that your son, father, has + been sent across the sea, and as you still need waiting on, Agapitus sends + you by me his blessing and this strengthening wine; this youth too will + stay by you, and provide you with all necessaries until Hermas comes + home.” + </p> + <p> + With these words he gave the wine-jar to the old man, who looked in + astonishment from him to Paulus, who felt indeed cut to the heart when the + bishop’s messenger turned to him for an instant, and with the cry, “Get + thee out from among us!” disappeared. How many kindly ties, how many + services willingly rendered and affectionately accepted were swept away by + these words—but Paulus obeyed at once. He went up to his sick + friend, their eyes met and each could see that the eyes of the other were + dimmed with tears. + </p> + <p> + “Paulus!” cried the old man, stretching out both his hands to his + departing friend, whom he felt he could forgive whatever his guilt; but + the Alexandrian did not take them, but turned away, and, without looking + back, hastily went up the mountain to a pathless spot, and then on towards + the valley—onwards and still onwards, till he was brought to a pause + by the steep declivity of the hollow way which led southwards from the + mountains into the oasis. + </p> + <p> + The sun stood high and it was burning hot. Streaming with sweat and + panting for breath he leaned against the glowing porphyry wall behind him, + hid his face in his hands and strove to collect himself, to think, to pray—for + a long time in vain; for instead of joy in the suffering which he had + taken upon himself, the grief of isolation weighed upon his heart, and the + lamentable cry of the old man had left a warning echo in his soul, and + roused doubts of the righteousness of a deed, by which even the best and + purest had been deceived, and led into injustice towards him. His heart + was breaking with anguish and grief, but when at last he returned to the + consciousness of his sufferings physical and mental, he began to recover + his courage, and even smiled as he murmured to himself: + </p> + <p> + “It is well, it is well—the more I suffer the more surely shall I + find grace. And besides, if the old man had seen Hermas go through what I + have experienced it would undoubtedly have killed him. Certainly I wish it + could have been done without—without—aye, it is even so—without + deceit; even when I was a heathen I was truthful and held a lie, whether + in myself or in another, in as deep horror as father Abraham held murder, + and yet when the Lord required him, he led his son Isaac to the slaughter. + And Moses when he beat the overseer—and Elias, and Deborah, and + Judith. I have taken upon myself no less than they, but my lie will surely + be forgiven me, if it is not reckoned against them that they shed blood.” + </p> + <p> + These and such reflections restored Paulus to equanimity and to + satisfaction with his conduct, and he began to consider, whether he should + return to his old cave and the neighborhood of Stephanus, or seek for a + new abode. He decided on the latter course; but first he must find fresh + water and some sort of nourishment; for his mouth and tongue were quite + parched. + </p> + <p> + Lower down in the valley sprang a brooklet of which he knew, and hard by + it grew various herbs and roots, with which he had often allayed his + hunger. He followed the declivity to its base, then turning to the left, + he crossed a small table land, which was easily accessible from the gorge, + but which on the side of the oasis formed a perpendicular cliff many + fathoms deep. Between it and the main mass of the mountain rose numerous + single peaks, like a camp of granite tents, or a wildly tossing sea + suddenly turned to stone; behind these blocks ran the streamlet, which he + found after a short search. + </p> + <p> + Perfectly refreshed, and with renewed resolve to bear the worst with + patience, he returned to the plateau, and from the edge of the precipice + he gazed down into the desert gorge that stretched away far below his + feet, and in whose deepest and remotest hollow the palmgroves and + tamarisk-thickets of the oasis showed as a sharply defined mass of green, + like a luxuriant wreath flung upon a bier. The whitewashed roofs of the + little town of Pharan shone brightly among the branches and clumps of + verdure, and above them all rose the new church, which he was now + forbidden to enter. For a moment the thought was keenly painful that he + was excluded from the devotions of the community, from the Lord’s supper + and from congregational prayer, but then he asked, was not every block of + stone on the mountain an altar—was not the blue sky above a thousand + times wider, and more splendid than the mightiest dome raised by the hand + of man, not even excepting the vaulted roof of the Serapeum at Alexandria, + and he remembered the “Amen” of the stones, that had rung out after the + preaching of the blind man. By this time he had quite recovered himself, + and he went towards the cliff in order to find a cavern that he knew of, + and that was empty—for its gray-headed inhabitant had died some + weeks since. “Verily,” thought he, “it seems to me that I am by no means + weighed down by the burden of my disgrace, but, on the contrary, lifted + up. Here at least I need not cast down my eyes, for I am alone with my + God, and in his presence I feel I need not be ashamed.” + </p> + <p> + Thus meditating, he pressed on through a narrow space, which divided two + huge masses of porphyry, but suddenly he stood still, for he heard the + barking of a dog in his immediate neighborhood, and a few minutes after a + greyhound rushed towards him—now indignantly flying at him, and now + timidly retreating—while it carefully held up one leg, which was + wrapped in a many-colored bandage. + </p> + <p> + Paulus recollected the enquiry which Phoebicius lead addressed to the + Amalekite as to a greyhound, and he immediately guessed that the Gaul’s + runaway wife must be not far off. His heart beat more quickly, and + although he did not immediately know how he should meet the disloyal wife, + he felt himself impelled to go to seek her. Without delay he followed the + way by which the dog had come, and soon caught sight of a light garment, + which vanished behind the nearest rock, and then behind a farther, and yet + a farther one. + </p> + <p> + At last he came up with the fleeing woman. She was standing at the very + edge of a precipice, that rose high and sheer above the abyss—a + strange and fearful sight; her long golden hair had got tangled, and waved + over her bosom and shoulders, half plaited, half undone. Only one foot was + firm on the ground; the other-with its thin sandal all torn by the sharp + stones—was stretched out over the abyss, ready for the next fatal + step. At the next instant she might disappear over the cliff, for though + with her right hand she held on to a point of rock, Paulus could see that + the boulder had no connection with the rock on which she stood, and rocked + too and fro. + </p> + <p> + She hung over the edge of the chasm like a sleepwalker, or a possessed + creature pursued by demons, and at the same time her eyes glistened with + such wild madness, and she drew her breath with such feverish rapidity + that Paulus, who had come close up to her, involuntarily drew back. He saw + that her lips moved, and though he could not understand what she said, he + felt that her voiceless utterance was to warn him back. + </p> + <p> + What should he do? If he hurried forward to save her by a hasty grip, and + if this manoeuvre failed, she would fling herself irredeemably into the + abyss: if he left her to herself, the stone to which she clung would get + looser and looser, and as soon as it fell she would certainly fall too. He + had once heard it said, that sleep-walkers always threw themselves down + when they heard their names spoken; this statement now recurred to his + mind, and he forbore from calling out to her. + </p> + <p> + Once more the unhappy woman waved him off; his very heart stopped beating, + for her movements were wild and vehement, and he could see that the stone + which she was holding on by shifted its place. He understood nothing of + all the words which she tried to say—for her voice, which only + yesterday had been so sweet, to-day was inaudibly hoarse—except the + one name “Phoebicius,” and he felt no doubt that she clung to the stone + over the abyss, so that, like the mountain-goat when it sees itself + surprised by the hunter, she might fling herself into the depth below + rather than be taken by her pursuer. Paulus saw in her neither her guilt + nor her beauty, but only a child of man trembling on the brink of a + fearful danger whom he must save from death at any cost; and the thought + that he was at any rate not a spy sent in pursuit of her by her husband, + suggested to him the first words which he found courage to address to the + desperate woman. They were simple words enough, but they were spoken in a + tone which fully expressed the childlike amiability of his warm heart, and + the Alexandrian, who had been brought up in the most approved school of + the city of orators, involuntarily uttered his words in the admirably rich + and soft chest voice, which he so well knew how to use. + </p> + <p> + “Be thankful,” said he, “poor dear woman—I have found you in a + fortunate hour. I am Paulus, Hermas’ best friend, and I would willingly + serve you in your sore need. No danger is now threatening you, for + Phoebicius is seeking you on a wrong road; you may trust me. Look at me! I + do not look as if I could betray a poor erring woman. But you are standing + on a spot, where I would rather see my enemy than you; lay your hand + confidently in mine—it is no longer white and slender, but it is + strong and honest—grant me this request and you will never rue it! + See, place your foot here, and take care how you leave go of the rock + there. You know not how suspiciously it shook its head over your strange + confidence in it. Take care! there—your support has rolled over into + the abyss! how it crashes and splits. It has reached the bottom, smashed + into a thousand pieces, and I am thankful that you preferred to follow me + rather than that false support.” While Paulus was speaking he had gone up + to Sirona, as a girl whose bird has escaped from its cage, and who creeps + up to it with timid care in the hope of recapturing it; he offered her his + hand, and as soon as he felt hers in his grasp, he had carefully rescued + her from her fearful position, and had led her down to a secure footing on + the plateau. So long as she followed him unresistingly he led her on + towards the mountain—without aim or fixed destination—but + away, away from the abyss. + </p> + <p> + She paused by a square block of diorite, and Paulus, who had not failed to + observe how heavy her steps were, desired her to sit down; he pushed up a + flag of stone, which he propped with smaller ones, so that Sirona might + not lack a support for her weary back. When he had accomplished this, + Sirona leaned back against the stone, and something of dawning + satisfaction was audible in the soft sigh, which was the first sound that + had escaped her tightly closed lips since her rescue. Paulus smiled at her + encouragingly, and said, “Now rest a little, I see what you want; one + cannot defy the heat of the sun for a whole day with impunity.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona nodded, pointed to her mouth, and implored wearily and very softly + for “water, a little water.” Paulus struck his hand against his forehead, + and cried eagerly, “Directly—I will bring you a fresh draught. In a + few minutes I will be back again.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona looked after him as he hastened away. Her gaze became more and more + staring and glazed, and she felt as if the rock, on which she was sitting, + were changing into the ship which had brought her from Massilia to Ostia. + Every heaving motion of the vessel, which had made her so giddy as it + danced over the shifting waves, she now distinctly felt again, and at last + it seemed as if a whirlpool had seized the ship, and was whirling it round + faster and faster in a circle. She closed her eyes, felt vaguely and in + vain in the air for some holdfast, her head fell powerless on one side, + and before her cheek sank upon her shoulder she uttered one feeble cry of + distress, for she felt as if all her limbs were dropping from her body, as + leaves in autumn fall from the boughs, and she fell back unconscious on + the stony couch which Paulus had constructed for her. + </p> + <p> + It was the first swoon that Sirona, with her sound physical and mental + powers, had ever experienced; but the strongest of her sex would have been + overcome by the excitement, the efforts, the privations, and the + sufferings which had that day befallen the unfortunate fair one. + </p> + <p> + At first she had fled without any plan out into the night and up the + mountain; the moon lighted her on her way, and for fully an hour she + continued her upward road without any rest. Then she heard the voices of + travellers who were coming towards her, and she left the beaten road and + tried to get away from them, for she feared that her greyhound, which she + still carried’ on her arm, would betray her by barking, or if they heard + it whining, and saw it limp. At last she had sunk down on a stone, and had + reflected on all the events of the last few hours, and on what she had to + do next. She could look back dreamily on the past, and build castles in + the air in a blue-skyed future-this was easy enough; but she did not find + it easy to reflect with due deliberation, and to think in earnest. Only + one thing was perfectly clear to her: she would rather starve and die of + thirst, and shame, and misery-nay, she would rather be the instrument of + her own death, than return to her husband. She knew that she must in the + first instance expect ill-usage, scorn, and imprisonment in a dark room at + the Gaul’s hands; but all that seemed to her far more endurable than the + tenderness with which he from time to time approached her. When she + thought of that, she shuddered and clenched her white teeth, and doubled + her fists so tightly that her nails cut the flesh. But what was she to do? + If Hermas were to meet her? And yet what help could she look for from him, + for what was he but a mere lad, and the thought of linking her life to + his, if only for a day, appeared to her foolish and ridiculous. + </p> + <p> + Certainly she felt no inclination to repent or to blame herself; still it + had been a great folly on her part to call him into the house for the sake + of amusing herself with him. + </p> + <p> + Then she recollected the severe punishment she had once suffered, because, + when she was still quite little, and without meaning any harm, she had + taken her father’s water-clock to pieces, and had spoiled it. + </p> + <p> + She felt that she was very superior to Hermas, and her position was now + too grave a one for her to feel inclined to play any more. She thought + indeed of Petrus and Dorothea, but she could only reach them by going back + to the oasis, and then she feared to be discovered by Phoebicius. + </p> + <p> + If Polykarp now could only meet her on his way back from Raithu; but the + road she had just quitted did not lead from thence, but to the gate-way + that lay more to the southwards. + </p> + <p> + The senator’s son loved her—of that she was sure, for no one else + had ever looked into her eyes with such deep delight, or such tender + affection; and he was no inexperienced boy, but a right earnest man, whose + busy and useful life now appeared to her in a quite different light to + that in which she had seen it formerly. How willingly now would she have + allowed herself to be supported and guided by Polykarp! But how could she + reach him? No—even from him there was nothing to be expected; she + must rely upon her own strength, and she decided that so soon as the + morning should blush, and the sun begin to mount in the cloudless sky, she + would keep herself concealed during the day, among the mountains, and then + as evening came on, she would go down to the sea, and endeavor to get on + board a vessel to Klysma and thence reach Alexandria. She wore a ring with + a finely cut onyx on her finger, elegant ear-rings in her ears, and on her + left arm a bracelet. These jewels were of virgin gold, and besides these + she had with her a few silver coins and one large gold piece, that her + father had given her as token out of his small store, when she had quitted + him for Rome, and that she had hitherto preserved as carefully as if it + were a talisman. + </p> + <p> + She pressed the token, which was sewn into a little bag, to her lips, and + thought of her paternal home, and her brothers and sisters. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the sun mounted higher and higher: she wandered from rock to + rock in search of a shady spot and a spring of water, but none was to be + found, and she was tormented with violent thirst and aching hunger. By + mid-day the strips of shade too had vanished, where she had found shelter + from the rays of the sun, which now beat down unmercifully on her un + protected head. Her forehead and neck began to tingle violently, and she + fled before the burning beams like a soldier before the shafts of his + pursuer. Behind the rocks which hemmed in the plateau on which Paulus met + her, at last, when she was quite exhausted, she found a shady + resting-place. The greyhound lay panting in her lap, and held up its + broken paw, which she had carefully bound up in the morning when she had + first sat down to rest, with a strip of stuff that she had torn with the + help of her teeth from her under-garment. She now bound it up afresh, and + nursed the little creature, caressing it like an infant. The dog was as + wretched and suffering as herself, and besides it was the only being that, + in spite of her helplessness, she could cherish and be dear to. But ere + long she lost the power even to speak caressing words or to stir a hand to + stroke the dog. It slipped off her lap and limped away, while she sat + staring blankly before her, and at last forgot her sufferings in an uneasy + slumber, till she was roused by Iambe’s barking and the Alexandrian’s + footstep. Almost half-dead, her mouth parched and brain on fire, while her + thoughts whirled in confusion, she believed that Phoebicius had found her + track, and was come to seize her. She had already noted the deep precipice + to the edge of which she now fled, fully resolved to fling herself over + into the depths below, rather than to surrender herself prisoner. + </p> + <p> + Paulus had rescued her from the fall, but now—as he came up to her + with two pieces of stone which were slightly hollowed, so that he had been + able to bring some fresh water in them, and which he held level with great + difficulty, walking with the greatest care—he thought that + inexorable death had only too soon returned to claim the victim he had + snatched from him, for Sirona’s head hung down upon her breast, her face + was sunk towards her lap, and at the back of her head, where her abundant + hair parted into two flowing tresses, Paulus observed on the snowy neck of + the insensible woman a red spot which the sun must have burnt there. + </p> + <p> + His whole soul was full of compassion for the young, fair, and unhappy + creature, and, while he took hold of her chin, which had sunk on her + bosom, lifted her white face, and moistened her forehead and lips with + water, he softly prayed for her salvation. + </p> + <p> + The shallow cavity of the stones only offered room for a very small + quantity of the refreshing moisture, and so he was obliged to return + several times to the spring. While he was away the dog remained by his + mistress, and would now lick her hand, now put his sharp little nose close + up to her mouth, and examine her with an anxious expression, as if to + ascertain her state of health. + </p> + <p> + When Paulus had gone the first time to fetch some water for Sirona he had + found the dog by the side of the spring, and he could not help thinking, + “The unreasoning brute has found the water without a guide while his + mistress is dying of thirst. Which is the wiser—the man or the + brute?” The little dog on his part strove to merit the anchorite’s good + feelings towards him, for, though at first he had barked at him, he now + was very friendly to him, and looked him in the face from time to time as + though to ask, “Do you think she will recover?” + </p> + <p> + Paulus was fond of animals, and understood the little dog’s language. When + Sirona’s lips began to move and to recover their rosy color, he stroked + Iambe’s smooth sharp head, and said, as he held a leaf that he had curled + up to hold some water to Sirona’s lips, “Look, little fellow, how she + begins to enjoy it! A little more of this, and again a little more. She + smacks her lips as if I were giving her sweet Falernian. I will go and + fill the stone again; you stop here with her, I shall be back again + directly, but before I return she will have opened her eyes; you are + pleasanter to look upon than a shaggy old graybeard, and she will be + better pleased to see you than me when she awakes.” Paulus’ prognosis was + justified, for when he returned to Sirona with a fresh supply of water she + was sitting upright; she rubbed her open eyes, stretched her limbs, + clasped the greyhound in both arms, and burst into a violent flood of + tears. + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian stood aside motionless, so as not to disturb her, thinking + to himself: + </p> + <p> + “These tears will wash away a large part of her suffering from her soul.” + </p> + <p> + When at last she was calmer, and began to dry her eyes, he went up to her, + offered her the stone cup of water, and spoke to her kindly. She drank + with eager satisfaction, and ate the last bit of bread that he could find + in the pocket of his garment, soaking it in the water. She thanked him + with the childlike sweetness that was peculiar to her, and then tried to + rise, and willingly allowed him to support her. She was still very weary, + and her head ached, but she could stand and walk. + </p> + <p> + As soon as Paulus had satisfied himself that she had no symptoms Of fever, + he said, “Now, for to-day, you want nothing more but a warm mess of food, + and a bed sheltered from the night-chill; I will provide both. You sit + down here; the rocks are already throwing long shadows, and before the sun + disappears behind the mountain I will return. While I am away, your + four-footed companion here will while away the time.” + </p> + <p> + He hastened down to the spring with quick steps; close to it was the + abandoned cave which he had counted on inhabiting instead of his former + dwelling. He found it after a short search, and in it, to his great joy, a + well preserved bed of dried plants, which he soon shook up and relaid, a + hearth, and wood proper for producing fire by friction, a water-jar, and + in a cellar-like hole, whose opening was covered with stones and so + concealed from any but a practised eye, there were some cakes of hard + bread, and several pots. In one of these were some good dates, in another + gleamed some white meal, a third was half full of sesame-oil, and a fourth + held some salt. + </p> + <p> + “How lucky it is,” muttered the anchorite, as he quitted the cave, “that + the old anchorite was such a glutton.” + </p> + <p> + By the time he returned to Sirona, the sun was going down. + </p> + <p> + There was something in the nature and demeanor of Paulus, which made all + distrust of him impossible, and Sirona was ready to follow him, but she + felt so weak that she could scarcely support herself on her feet. + </p> + <p> + “I feel,” she said, “as if I were a little child, and must begin again to + learn to walk.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let me be your nurse. I knew a Spartan dame once, who had a beard + almost as rough as mine. Lean confidently on me, and before we go down the + slope, we will go up and down the level here two or three times.” She took + his arm, and he led her slowly up and down. + </p> + <p> + It vividly recalled a picture of the days of his youth, and he remembered + a day when his sister, who was recovering from a severe attack of fever, + was first allowed to go out into the open air. She had gone out, clinging + to his arm into the peristyle of his father’s house; as he walked backward + and forwards with poor, weary, abandoned Sirona, his neglected figure + seemed by degrees to assume the noble aspect of a high-born Greek; and + instead of the rough, rocky soil, he felt as if he were treading the + beautiful mosaic pavement of his father’s court. Paulus was Menander + again, and if there was little in the presence of the recluse, which could + recall his identity with the old man he had trodden down, the despised + anchorite felt, while the expelled and sinful woman leaned on his arm, the + same proud sense of succoring a woman, as when he was the most + distinguished youth of a metropolis, and when he had led forward the + master’s much courted daughter in the midst of a shouting troop of slaves. + </p> + <p> + Sirona had to remind Paulus that night was coming on, and was startled, + when the hermit removed her hand from his arm with ungentle haste, and + called to her to follow him with a roughness that was quite new to him. + She obeyed, and wherever it was necessary to climb over the rocks, he + supported and lifted her, but he only spoke when she addressed him. + </p> + <p> + When they had reached their destination, he showed her the bed, and begged + her to keep awake, till he should have prepared a dish of warm food for + her, and he shortly brought her a simple supper, and wished her a good + night’s rest, after she had taken it. + </p> + <p> + Sirona shared the bread and the salted meal-porridge with her dog, and + then lay down on the couch, where she sank at once into a deep, dreamless + sleep, while Paulus passed the night sitting by the hearth. + </p> + <p> + He strove to banish sleep by constant prayer, but fatigue frequently + overcame him, and he could not help thinking of the Gaulish lady, and of + the many things, which if only he were still the rich Menander, he would + procure in Alexandria for her and for her comfort. Not one prayer could he + bring to its due conclusion, for either his eyes closed before he came to + the “Amen,” or else worldly images crowded round him, and forced him to + begin his devotions again from the beginning, when he had succeeded in + recollecting himself. In this half-somnolent state he obtained not one + moment of inward collectedness, of quiet reflection; not even when he + gazed up at the starry heavens, or looked down on the oasis, veiled in + night, where many others like himself were deserted by sleep. Which of the + citizens could it be that was watching by that light which he saw + glimmering down there in unwonted brightness?—till he himself, + overpowered by fatigue, fell asleep. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. + </h2> + <p> + The light in the town, which had attracted Paulus, was in Petrus’ house, + and burnt in Polykarp’s room, which formed the whole of a small + upper-story, which the senator had constructed for his son over the + northern portion of the spacious flat roof of the main building. The young + man had arrived about noon with the slaves he had just procured, had + learned all that had happened in his absence, and had silently withdrawn + into his own room after supper was ended. Here he still lingered over his + work. + </p> + <p> + A bed, a table on and under which lay a multitude of wax-tablets, + papyrus-rolls, metal-points, and writing-reeds, with a small bench, on + which stood a water-jar and basin, composed the furniture of this room; on + its whitewashed walls hung several admirable carvings in relief, and + figures of men and animals stood near them in long rows. In one corner, + near a stone water-jar, lay a large, damp, shining mass of clay. + </p> + <p> + Three lamps fastened to stands abundantly lighted this work-room, but + chiefly a figure standing on a high trestle, which Polykarp’s fingers were + industriously moulding. + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius had called the young sculptor a fop, and not altogether + unjustly, for he loved to be well dressed and was choice as to the cut and + color of his simple garments, and he rarely neglected to arrange his + abundant hair with care, and to anoint it well; and yet it was almost + indifferent to him, whether his appearance pleased other people or no, but + he knew nothing nobler than the human form, and an instinct, which he did + not attempt to check, impelled him to keep his own person as nice as he + liked to see that of his neighbor. + </p> + <p> + Now at this hour of the night, he wore only a shirt of white woollen + stuff, with a deep red border. His locks, usually so well-kept, seemed to + stand out from his head separately, and instead of smoothing and confining + them, he added to their wild disorder, for, as he worked, he frequently + passed his hand through them with a hasty movement. A bat, attracted by + the bright light, flew in at the open window—which was screened only + at the bottom by a dark curtain—and fluttered round the ceiling; but + he did not observe it, for his work absorbed his whole soul and mind. In + this eager and passionate occupation, in which every nerve and vein in his + being seemed to bear a part, no cry for help would have struck his ear—even + a flame breaking out close to him would not have caught his eye. His + cheeks glowed, a fine dew of glistening sweat covered his brow, and his + very gaze seemed to become more and more firmly riveted to the sculpture + as it took form under his hand. Now and again he stepped back from it, and + leaned backwards from his hips, raising his hands to the level of his + temples, as if to narrow the field of vision; then he went up to the + model, and clutched the plastic mass of clay, as though it were the flesh + of his enemy. + </p> + <p> + He was now at work on the flowing hair of the figure before him, which had + already taken the outline of a female head, and he flung the bits of clay, + which he removed from the back of it, to the ground, as violently as + though he were casting them at an antagonist at his feet. Again his + finger-tips and modelling-tool were busy with the mouth, nose, cheeks, and + eyes, and his own eyes took a softer expression, which gradually grew to + be a gaze of ecstatic delight, as the features he was moulding began to + agree more and more with the image, which at this time excluded every + other from his imagination. + </p> + <p> + At last, with glowing cheeks, he had finished rounding the soft form of + the shoulders, and drew back once more to contemplate the effect of the + completed work; a cold shiver seized him, and he felt himself impelled to + lift it up, and dash it to the ground with all his force. But he soon + mastered this stormy excitement, he pushed his hand through his hair again + and again, and posted himself, with a melancholy smile and with folded + hands, in front of his creation; sunk deeper and deeper in his + contemplation of it, he did not observe that the door behind him was + opened, although the flame of his lamps flickered in the draught, and that + his mother had entered the work-room, and by no means endeavored to + approach him unheard, or to surprise him. In her anxiety for her darling, + who had gone through so many bitter experiences during the past day, she + had not been able to sleep. Polykarp’s room lay above her bedroom, and + when his steps over head betrayed that, though it was now near morning, he + had not yet gone to rest, she had risen from her bed without waking + Petrus, who seemed to be sleeping. She obeyed her motherly impulse to + encourage Polykarp with some loving words, and climbing up the narrow + stair that led to the roof, she went into his room. Surprised, irresolute, + and speechless she stood for some time behind the young man, and looked at + the strongly illuminated and beautiful features of the newly-formed bust, + which was only too like its well-known prototype. At last she laid her + hand on her son’s shoulder, and spoke his name. Polykarp stepped back, and + looked at his mother in bewilderment, like a man roused from sleep; but + she interrupted the stammering speech with which he tried to greet her, by + saying, gravely and not without severity, as she pointed to the statue, + “What does this mean?” + </p> + <p> + “What should it mean, mother?” answered Polykarp in a low tone, and + shaking his head sadly. “Ask me no more at present, for if you gave me no + rest, and even if I tried to explain to you how to-day—this very day—I + have felt impelled and driven to make this woman’s image, still you could + not understand me—no, nor any one else.” + </p> + <p> + “God forbid that I should ever understand it!” cried Dorothea. “‘Thou + shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife,’ was the commandment of the Lord on + this mountain. And you? You think I could not understand you? Who should + understand you then, if not your mother? This I certainly do not + comprehend, that a son of Petrus and of mine should have thrown all the + teaching and the example of his parents so utterly to the wind. But what + you are aiming at with this statue, it seems to me is not hard to guess. + As the forbidden-fruit hangs too high for you, you degrade your art, and + make to yourself an image that resembles her according to your taste. + Simply and plainly it comes to this; as you can no longer see the Gaul’s + wife in her own person, and yet cannot exist without the sweet presence of + the fair one, you make a portrait of clay to make love to, and you will + carry on idolatry before it, as once the Jews did before the golden calf + and the brazen serpent.” + </p> + <p> + Polykarp submitted to his mother’s angry blame in silence, but in painful + emotion. Dorothea had never before spoken to him thus, and to hear such + words from the very lips which were used to address him with such + heart-felt tenderness, gave him unspeakable pain. Hitherto she had always + been inclined to make excuses for his weaknesses and little faults, nay, + the zeal with which she had observed and pointed out his merits and + performances before strangers as well as before their own family, had + often seemed to him embarrassing. And now? She had indeed reason to blame + him, for Sirona was the wife of another, she had never even noticed his + admiration, and now, they all said, had committed a crime for the sake of + a stranger. It must seem both a mad and a sinful thing in the eyes of men + that he of all others should sacrifice the best he had—his Art—and + how little could Dorothea, who usually endeavored to understand him, + comprehend the overpowering impulse which had driven him to his task. + </p> + <p> + He loved and honored his mother with his whole heart, and feeling that she + was doing herself an injustice by her false and low estimate of his + proceedings, he interrupted her eager discourse, raising his hands + imploringly to her. + </p> + <p> + “No, mother, no!” he exclaimed. “As truly as God is my helper, it is not + so. It is true that I have moulded this head, but not to keep it, and + commit the sin of worshipping it, but rather to free myself from the image + that stands before my mind’s eye by day and by night, in the city and in + the desert, whose beauty distracts my mind when I think, and my devotions + when I try to pray. To whom is it given to read the soul of man? And is + not Sirona’s form and face the loveliest image of the Most High? So to + represent it, that the whole charm that her presence exercises over me + might also be felt by every beholder, is a task that I have set myself + ever since her arrival in our house. I had to go back to the capital, and + the work I longed to achieve took a clearer form; at every hour I + discovered something to change and to improve in the pose of the head, the + glance of the eye or the expression of the mouth. But still I lacked + courage to put the work in hand, for it seemed too audacious to attempt to + give reality to the glorious image in my soul, by the aid of gray clay and + pale cold marble; to reproduce it so that the perfect work should delight + the eye of sense, no less than the image enshrined in my breast delights + my inward eye. At the same time I was not idle, I gained the prize for the + model of the lions, and if I have succeeded with the Good Shepherd + blessing the flock, which is for the sarcophagus of Comes, and if the + master could praise the expression of devoted tenderness in the look of + the Redeemer, I know—nay, do not interrupt me, mother, for what I + felt was a pure emotion and no sin—I know that it was because I was + myself so full of love, that I was enabled to inspire the very stone with + love. At last I had no peace, and even without my father’s orders I must + have returned home; then I saw her again, and found her even more lovely + than the image which reigned in my soul. I heard her voice, and her + silvery bell-like laughter—and then—and then—. You know + very well what I learned yesterday. The unworthy wife of an unworthy + husband, the woman Sirona, is gone from me for ever, and I was striving to + drive her image from my soul, to annihilate it and dissipate it—but + in vain! and by degrees a wonderful stress of creative power came upon me. + I hastily placed the lamps, took the clay in my hand, and feature by + feature I brought forth with bitter joy the image that is deeply graven in + my heart, believing that thus I might be released from the spell. There is + the fruit which was ripened in my heart, but there, where it so long has + dwelt, I feel a dismal void, and if the husk which so long tenderly + enfolded this image were to wither and fall asunder, I should not wonder + at it.—To that thing there clings the best part of my life.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough!” exclaimed Dorothea, interrupting her son who stood before her in + great agitation and with trembling lips. “God forbid that that mask there + should destroy your life and soul. I suffer nothing impure within my + house, and you should not in your heart. That which is evil can never more + be fair, and however lovely the face there may look to you, it looks quite + as repulsive to me when I reflect that it probably smiled still more + fascinatingly on some strolling beggar. If the Gaul brings her back I will + turn her out of my house, and I will destroy her image with my own hands + if you do not break it in pieces on the spot.” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea’s eyes were swimming in tears as she spoke these words. She had + felt with pride and emotion during her son’s speech how noble and + high-minded he was, and the idea that this rare and precious treasure + should be spoilt or perhaps altogether ruined for the sake of a lost + woman, drove her to desperation, and filled her motherly heart with + indignation. + </p> + <p> + Firmly resolved to carry out her threat she stepped towards the figure, + but Polykarp placed himself in her way, raising his arm imploringly to + defend it, and saying, “Not to-day—not yet, mother! I will cover it + up, and will not look at it again till to-morrow, but once—only once—I + must see it again by sunlight.” + </p> + <p> + “So that to-morrow the old madness may revive in you!” cried Dorothea. + “Move out of my way or take the hammer yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “You order it, and you are my mother,” said Polykarp. + </p> + <p> + He slowly went up to the chest in which his tools and instruments lay, and + bitter tears ran down his cheeks, as he took his heaviest hammer in his + hand. + </p> + <p> + When the sky has shown for many days in summer-blue, and then suddenly the + clouds gather for a storm, when the first silent but fearful flash with it + noisy but harmless associate the thunder-clap has terrified the world, a + second and third thunder-bolt immediately follow. Since the stormy night + of yesterday had broken in on the peaceful, industrious, and monotonous + life by the senator’s hearth, many things had happened that had filled him + and his wife with fresh anxiety. + </p> + <p> + In other houses it was nothing remarkable that a slave should run away, + but in the senator’s it was more than twenty years since such a thing had + occurred, and yesterday the goat-herd Miriam had disappeared. This was + vexatious, but the silent sorrow of his son Polykarp was a greater anxiety + to Petrus. It did not please him that the youth, who was usually so + vehement, should submit unresistingly and almost indifferently to the + Bishop Agapitus, who prohibited his completing his lions. His son’s sad + gaze, his crushed and broken aspect were still in his mind when at last he + went to rest for the night; it was already late, but sleep avoided him + even as it had avoided Dorothea. While the mother was thinking of her + son’s sinful love and the bleeding wound in his young and betrayed heart, + the father grieved for Polykarp’s baffled hopes of exercising his art on a + great work and recalled the saddest, bitterest day of his own youth; for + he too had served his apprenticeship under a sculptor in Alexandria, had + looked up to the works of the heathen as noble models, and striven to form + himself upon them. He had already been permitted by his master to execute + designs of his own, and out of the abundance of subjects which offered + themselves, he had chosen to model an Ariadne, waiting and longing for the + return of Thescus, as a symbolic image of his own soul awaiting its + salvation. How this work had filled his mind! how delightful had the hours + of labor seemed to him!—when, suddenly, his stern father had come to + the city, had seen his work before it was quite finished, and instead of + praising it had scorned it; had abused it as a heathen idol, and had + commanded Petrus to return home with him immediately, and to remain there, + for that his son should be a pious Christian, and a good stone-mason + withal—not half a heathen, and a maker of false gods. + </p> + <p> + Petrus had much loved his art, but he offered no resistance to his + father’s orders; he followed him back to the oasis, there to superintend + the work of the slaves who hewed the stone, to measure granite-blocks for + sarcophagi and pillars, and to direct the cutting of them. His father was + a man of steel, and he himself a lad of iron, and when he saw himself + compelled to yield to his father and to leave his master’s workshop, to + abandon his cherished and unfinished work and to become an artizan and + mail of business, he swore never again to take a piece of clay in his + hand, or to wield a chisel. And he kept his word even after his fathers + death; but his creative instincts and love of art continued to live and + work in him, and were transmitted to his two sons. + </p> + <p> + Antonius was a highly gifted artist, and if Polykarp’s master was not + mistaken, and if he himself were not misled by fatherly affection, his + second son was on the high road to the very first rank in art—to a + position reached only by elect spirits. + </p> + <p> + Petrus knew the models for the Good Shepherd and for the lions, and + declared to himself that these last were unsurpassable in truth, power, + and majesty. How eagerly must the young artist long to execute them in + hard stone, and to see them placed in the honored, though indeed pagan, + spot, which was intended for them. And now the bishop forbade him the + work, and the poor fellow might well be feeling just as he himself had + felt thirty years ago, when he had been commanded to abandon the immature + first-fruits of his labor. + </p> + <p> + Was the bishop indeed right? This and many other questions agitated the + sleepless father, and as soon as he heard that his wife had risen from her + bed to go to her son, whose footsteps he too could hear overhead, he got + up and followed her. + </p> + <p> + He found the door of the work-room open, and, himself unseen and unheard, + he was witness to his wife’s vehement speech, and to the lad’s + justification, while Polykarp’s work stood in the full light of the lamps, + exactly in front of him. + </p> + <p> + His gaze was spell-bound to the mass of clay; he looked and looked, and + was not weary of looking, and his soul swelled with the same awe-struck + sense of devout admiration that it had experienced, when for the first + time, in his early youth, he saw with his own eyes the works of the great + old Athenian masters in the Caesareum. + </p> + <p> + And this head was his son’s work! + </p> + <p> + He stood there greatly overcome, his hands clasped together, holding his + breath till his mouth was dry, and swallowing his tears to keep them from + falling. At the same time he listened with anxious attention, so as not to + lose one word of Polykarp’s. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, thus and thus only are great works of art begotten,” said he to + himself, “and if the Lord had bestowed on me such gifts as on this lad, no + father, nay, no god, should have compelled me to leave my Ariadne + unfinished. The attitude of the body was not bad I should say—but + the head, the face—Aye, the man who can mould such a likeness as + that has his hand and eye guided by the holy spirits of art. He who has + done that head will be praised in the latter days together with the great + Athenian masters—and he-yes, he, merciful Heaven! he is my own + beloved son!” + </p> + <p> + A blessed sense of rejoicing, such as he had not felt since his early + youth, filled his heart, and Dorothea’s ardor seemed to him half pitiful + and half amusing. + </p> + <p> + It was not till his duteous son took the hammer in his hand, that he + stepped between his wife and the bust, saying kindly: + </p> + <p> + “There will be time enough to-morrow to destroy the work. Forget the + model, my son, now that you have taken advantage of it so successfully. I + know of a better mistress for you—Art—to whom belongs + everything of beauty that the Most High has created—In Art in all + its breadth and fulness, not fettered and narrowed by any Agapitus.” + </p> + <p> + Polykarp flung himself into his father’s arms, and the stern man, hardly + master of his emotions, kissed the boy’s forehead, his eyes, and his + cheeks. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. + </h2> + <p> + At noon of the following day the senator went to the women’s room, and + while he was still on the threshold, he asked his wife—who was busy + at the loom: + </p> + <p> + “Where is Polykarp? I did not find him with Antonius, who is working at + the placing of the altar, and I thought I might find him here.” + </p> + <p> + “After going to the church,” said Dorothea, “he went up the mountain. Go + down to the workshops, Marthana, and see if your brother has come back.” + </p> + <p> + Her daughter obeyed quickly and gladly, for her brother was to her the + dearest, and seemed to her to be the best, of men. As soon as the pair + were alone together Petrus said, while he held out his hand to his wife + with genial affection, “Well, mother—shake hands.” Dorothea paused + for an instant, looking him in the face, as if to ask him, “Does your + pride at last allow you to cease doing me an injustice?” It was a + reproach, but in truth not a severe one, or her lips would hardly have + trembled so tenderly, as she said. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot be angry with me any longer, and it is well that all should + once more be as it ought.” + </p> + <p> + All certainly had not been “as it ought,” for since the husband and wife + had met in Polykarp’s work-room, they had behaved to each other as if they + were strangers. In their bedroom, on the way to church, and at breakfast, + they had spoken to each no more than was absolutely necessary, or than was + requisite in order to conceal their difference from the servants and + children. Up to this time, an understanding had always subsisted between + them that had never taken form in words, and yet that had scarcely in a + single case been infringed, that neither should ever praise one of their + children for anything that the other thought blameworthy, and vice versa. + </p> + <p> + But in this night, her husband had followed up her severest condemnation + by passionately embracing the wrong-doer. Never had she been so stern in + any circumstances, while on the other hand her husband, so long as she + could remember, had never been so softhearted and tender to his son, and + yet she had controlled herself so far, as not to contradict Petrus in + Polykarp’s presence, and to leave the work-room in silence with her + husband. + </p> + <p> + “When we are once alone together in the bedroom,” thought she, “I will + represent to him his error as I ought, and he will have to answer for + himself.” + </p> + <p> + But she did not carry out this purpose, for she felt that something must + be passing in her husband’s mind that she did not understand; otherwise + how could his grave eyes shine so mildly and kindly, and his stern lips + smile so affectionately after all that had occurred when he, lamp in hand, + had mounted the narrow stair. + </p> + <p> + He had often told her that she could read his soul like an open book, but + she did not conceal from herself that there were certain sides of that + complex structure whose meaning she was incapable of comprehending. And + strange to say, she ever and again came upon these incomprehensible phases + of his soul, when the images of the gods, and the idolatrous temples of + the heathen, or when their sons’ enterprises and work were the matters in + hand. And yet Petrus was the son of a pious Christian; but his grandfather + had been a Greek heathen, and hence perhaps a certain something wrought in + his blood which tormented her, because she could not reconcile it with + Agapitus’ doctrine, but which she nevertheless dared not attempt to oppose + because her taciturn husband never spoke out with so much cheerfulness and + frankness as when he might talk of these things with his sons and their + friends, who often accompanied them to the oasis. Certainly, it could be + nothing sinful that at this particular moment seemed to light up her + husband’s face, and restore his youth. + </p> + <p> + “They just are men,” said she to herself, “and in many things they have + the advantage of us women. The old man looks as he did on his wedding-day! + Polykarp is the very image of him, as every one says, and now, looking at + the father, and recalling to my mind how the boy looked when he told me + how he could not refrain from making Sirona’s portrait, I must say that I + never saw such a likeness in the whole course of my life.” + </p> + <p> + He bid her a friendly good night, and extinguished the lamp. She would + willingly have said a loving word to him, for his contented expression + touched and comforted her, but that would just then have been too much + after what she had gone through in her son’s workroom. In former years it + had happened pretty often that, when one of them had caused + dissatisfaction to the other, and there had been some quarrel between + them, they had gone to rest unreconciled, but the older they grew the more + rarely did this occur, and it was now a long time since any shadow had + fallen on the perfect serenity of their married life. + </p> + <p> + Three years ago, on the occasion of the marriage of their eldest son, they + had been standing together, looking up at the starry sky, when Petrus had + come close up to her, and had said, “How calmly and peacefully the + wanderers up there follow their roads without jostling or touching one + another! As I walked home alone from the quarries by their friendly light, + I thought of many things. Perhaps there was once a time when the stars + rushed wildly about in confusion, crossing each other’s path, while many a + star flew in pieces at the impact. Then the Lord created man, and love + came into the world and filled the heavens and the earth, and he commanded + the stars to be our light by night; then each began to respect the path of + the other, and the stars more rarely came into collision till even the + smallest and swiftest kept to its own path and its own period, and the + shining host above grew to be as harmonious as it is numberless. Love and + a common purpose worked this marvel, for he who loves another, will do him + no injury, and he who is bound to perfect a work with the help of another, + will not hinder nor delay him. We two have long since found the right + road, and if at any time one of us is inclined to cross the path of the + other, we are held back by love and by our common duty, namely to shed a + pure light on the path of our children.” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea had never forgotten these words, and they came into her mind now + again when Petrus held out his hand to her so warmly; as she laid hers in + it, she said: + </p> + <p> + “For the sake of dear peace, well and good—but one thing I cannot + leave unsaid. Soft-hearted weakness is not usually your defect, but you + will utterly spoil Polykarp.” + </p> + <p> + “Leave him, let us leave him as he is,” cried Petrus, kissing his wife’s + brow. “It is strange how we have exchanged parts! Yesterday you were + exhorting me to mildness towards the lad, and to-day—” + </p> + <p> + “To-day I am severer than you,” interrupted Dorothea. “Who, indeed, could + guess that an old graybeard would derogate from the duties of his office + as father and as judge for the sake of a woman’s smiling face in clay—as + Esau sold his birthright for a mess of pottage?” + </p> + <p> + “And to whom would it occur,” asked Petrus, taking up his wife’s tone, + “that so tender a mother as you would condemn her favorite son, because he + labored to earn peace for his soul by a deed—by a work for which his + master might envy him?” + </p> + <p> + “I have indeed observed,” interrupted Dorothea, “that Sirona’s image has + bewitched you, and you speak as if the boy had achieved some great + miracle. I do not know much about modelling and sculpture, and I will not + contradict you, but if the fair-haired creature’s face were less pretty, + and if Polykarp had not executed any thing remarkable, would it have made + the smallest difference in what he has done and felt wrong? Certainly not. + But that is just like men, they care only for success.” + </p> + <p> + “And with perfect justice,” answered Petrus, “if the success is attained, + not in mere child’s play, but by a severe struggle. ‘To him, that hath, + shall more be given,’ says the scripture, and he who has a soul more + richly graced than others have—he who is helped by good spirits—he + shall be forgiven many things that even a mild judge would be unwilling to + pardon in a man of poor gifts, who torments and exerts himself and yet + brings nothing to perfection. Be kind to the boy again. Do you know what + prospect lies before you through him? You yourself in your life have done + much good, and spoken much wisdom, and I, and the children, and the people + in this place, will never forget it all. But I can promise you the + gratitude of the best and noblest who now live or who will live in + centuries to come—for that you are the mother of Polykarp!” + </p> + <p> + “And people say,” cried Dorothea, “that every mother has four eyes for her + children’s merits. If that is true, then fathers no doubt have ten, and + you as many as Argus, of whom the heathen legend speaks—But there + comes Polykarp.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus went forward to meet his son, and gave him his hand, but in quite a + different manner to what he had formerly shown; at least it seemed to + Dorothea that her husband received the youth, no longer as his father and + master, but as a friend greets a friend who is his equal in privileges and + judgment. When Polykarp turned to greet her also she colored all over, for + the thought flashed through her mind that her son, when he thought of the + past night, must regard her as unjust or foolish; but she soon recovered + her own calm equanimity, for Polykarp was the same as ever, and she read + in his eyes that he felt towards her the same as yesterday and as ever. + </p> + <p> + “Love,” thought she, “is not extinguished by injustice, as fire is by + water. It blazes up brighter or less bright, no doubt, according to the + way the wind blows, but it cannot be wholly smothered—least of all + by death.” + </p> + <p> + Polykarp had been up the mountain, and Dorothea was quite satisfied when + he related what had led him thither. He had long since planned the + execution of a statue of Moses, and when his father had left him, he could + not get the tall and dignified figure of the old man out of his mind. He + felt that he had found the right model for his work. He must, he would + forget—and he knew, that he could only succeed if he found a task + which might promise to give some new occupation to his bereaved soul. + Still, he had seen the form of the mighty man of God which he proposed to + model, only in vague outline before his mind’s eye, and he had been + prompted to go to a spot whither many pilgrims resorted, and which was + known as the Place of Communion, because it was there that the Lord had + spoken to Moses. There Polykarp had spent some time, for there, if + anywhere—there, where the Law-giver himself had stood, must he find + right inspiration. + </p> + <p> + “And you have accomplished your end?” asked his father. + </p> + <p> + Polykarp shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “If you go often enough to the sacred spot, it will come to you,” said + Dorothea. “The beginning is always the chief difficulty; only begin at + once to model your father’s head.” + </p> + <p> + “I have already begun it,” replied Polykarp, “but I am still tired from + last night.” + </p> + <p> + “You look pale, and have dark lines under your eyes,” said Dorothea + anxiously. “Go up stairs and he down to rest. I will follow you and bring + you a beaker of old wine.” + </p> + <p> + “That will not hurt him,” said Petrus, thinking as he spoke—“A + draught of Lethe would serve him even better.” + </p> + <p> + When, an hour later, the senator sought his son in his work-room, he found + him sleeping, and the wine stood untouched on the table. Petrus softly + laid his hand on his son’s forehead and found it cool and free from fever. + Then he went quietly up to the portrait of Sirona, raised the cloth with + which it was covered, and stood before it a long time sunk in thought. At + last he drew back, covered it up again, and examined the models which + stood on a shelf fastened to the wall. + </p> + <p> + A small female figure particularly fixed his attention, and he was taking + it admiringly in his band when Polykarp awoke. + </p> + <p> + “That is the image of the goddess of fate—that is a Tyche,” said + Petrus. + </p> + <p> + “Do not be angry with me, father,” entreated Polykarp. “You know, the + figure of a Tyche is to stand in the hand of the statue of the Caesar that + is intended for the new city of Constantine, and so I have tried to + represent the goddess. The drapery and pose of the arms, I think, have + succeeded, but I failed in the head.” Petrus, who had listened to him with + attention, glanced involuntarily at the head of Sirona, and Polykarp + followed his eyes surprised and almost startled. + </p> + <p> + The father and son had understood each other, and Polykarp said, “I had + already thought of that.” + </p> + <p> + Then he sighed bitterly, and said to himself, “Yes and verily, she is the + goddess of my fate.” But he dared not utter this aloud. + </p> + <p> + But Petrus had heard him sigh, and said, “Let that pass. This head smiles + with sweet fascination, and the countenance of the goddess that rules the + actions even of the immortals, should be stern and grave.” + </p> + <p> + Polykarp could contain himself no longer. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, father,” he exclaimed. “Fate is terrible—and yet I will + represent the goddess with a smiling mouth, for that which is most + terrible in her is, that she rules not by stern laws, but smiles while she + makes us her sport.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. + </h2> + <p> + It was a splendid morning; not a cloud dimmed the sky which spread high + above desert, mountain, and oasis, like an arched tent of uniform + deep-blue silk. How delicious it is to breathe the pure, light, aromatic + air on the heights, before the rays of the sun acquire their mid-day + power, and the shadows of the heated porphyry cliffs, growing shorter and + shorter, at last wholly disappear! + </p> + <p> + With what delight did Sirona inhale this pure atmosphere, when after a + long night—the fourth that she had passed in the anchorite’s dismal + cave-she stepped out into the air. Paulus sat by the hearth, and was so + busily engaged with some carving, that he did not observe her approach. + </p> + <p> + “Kind good man!” thought Sirona, as she perceived a steaming pot on the + fire, and the palm-branches which the Alexandrian had fastened up by the + entrance to the cave, to screen her from the mounting sun. She knew the + way without a guide to the spring from which Paulus had brought her water + at their first meeting, and she now slipped away, and went down to it with + a pretty little pitcher of burnt clay in her hand. Paulus did indeed see + her, but he made as though he neither, saw nor heard, for he knew she was + going there to wash herself, and to dress and smarten herself as well as + might be—for was she not a woman! When she returned, she looked not + less fresh and charming than on that morning when she had been seen and + watched by Hermas. True, her heart was sore, true, she was perplexed and + miserable, but sleep and rest had long since effaced from her healthy, + youthful, and elastic frame all traces left by that fearful day of flight; + and fate, which often means best by us when it shows us a hostile face, + had sent her a minor anxiety to divert her from her graver cares. + </p> + <p> + Her greyhound was very ill, and it seemed that in the ill-treatment it had + experienced, not only its leg had been broken, but that it had suffered + some internal injury. The brisk, lively little creature fell down + powerless when ever it tried to stand, and when she took it up to nurse it + comfortably in her lap, it whined pitifully, and looked up at her + sorrowfully, and as if complaining to her. It would take neither food nor + drink; its cool little nose was hot; and when she left the cave, Iambe lay + panting on the fine woollen coverlet which Paulus had spread upon the bed, + unable even to look after her. + </p> + <p> + Before taking the dog the water she had fetched in the graceful jar—which + was another gift from her hospitable friend—she went up to Paulus + and greeted him kindly. He looked up from his work, thanked her, and a few + minutes later, when she came out of the cave again, asked her, “How is the + poor little creature?” + </p> + <p> + Sirona shrugged her shoulders, and said sadly, “She has drunk nothing, and + does not even know me, and pants as rapidly as last evening—if I + were to lose the poor little beast!—” + </p> + <p> + She could say no more for emotion, but Paulus shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “It is sinful,” he said, “to grieve so for a beast devoid of reason.” + </p> + <p> + “Iambe is not devoid of reason,” replied Sirona. “And even if she were, + what have I left if she dies? She grew up in my father’s house, where all + loved me; I had her first when she was only a few days old, and I brought + her up on milk on a little bit of sponge. Many a time, when I heard the + little thing whining for food, have I got out of bed at night with bare + feet; and so she came to cling to me like a child, and could not do + without me. No one can know how another feels about such things. My father + used to tell us of a spider that beautified the life of a prisoner, and + what is a dirty dumb creature like that to my clever, graceful little dog! + I have lost my home, and here every one believes the worst of me, although + I have done no one any harm, and no one, no one loves me but Iambe.” + </p> + <p> + “But I know of one who loves every one with a divine and equal love,” + interrupted Paulus. + </p> + <p> + “I do not care for such a one,” answered Sirona. “Iambe follows no one but + me; what good can a love do me that I must share with all the world! But + you mean the crucified God of the Christians? He is good and pitiful, so + says Dame Dorothea; but he is dead—I cannot see him, nor hear him, + and, certainly, I cannot long for one who only shows me grace. I want one + to whom I can count for something, and to whose life and happiness I am + indispensable.” + </p> + <p> + A scarcely perceptible shudder thrilled through the Alexandrian as she + spoke these words, and he thought, as he glanced at her face and figure + with a mingled expression of regret and admiration, “Satan, before he + fell, was the fairest among the pure spirits, and he still has power over + this woman. She is still far from being ripe for salvation, and yet she + has a gentle heart, and even if she has erred, she is not lost.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona’s eyes had met his, and she said with a sigh, “You look at me so + compassionately—if only Iambe were well, and if I succeeded in + reaching Alexandria, my destiny would perhaps take a turn for the better.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus had risen while she spoke, and had taken the pot from the hearth; + he now offered it to his guest, saying: + </p> + <p> + “For the present we will trust to this broth to compensate to you for the + delights of the capital; I am glad that you relish it. But tell me now, + have you seriously considered what danger may threaten a beautiful, young, + and unprotected woman in the wicked city of the Greeks? Would it not be + better that you should submit to the consequences of your guilt, and + return to Phoebicius, to whom unfortunately you belong?” + </p> + <p> + Sirona, at these words, had set down the vessel out of which she was + eating, and rising in passionate haste, she exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “That shall never, never be!—And when I was sitting up there + half-dead, and took your step for that of Phoebicius, the gods showed me a + way to escape from him, and from you or anyone who would drag me back to + him. When I fled to the edge of the abyss, I was raving and crazed, but + what I then would have done in my madness, I would do now in cold blood—as + surely as I hope to see my own people in Arelas once more! What was I + once, and to what have I come through Phoebicius! Life was to me a sunny + garden with golden trellises and shady trees and waters as bright as + crystal, with rosy flowers and singing birds; and he, he has darkened its + light, and fouled its springs, and broken down its flowers. All now seems + dumb and colorless, and if the abyss is my grave, no one will miss me nor + mourn for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor woman!” said Paulus. “Your husband then showed you very little + love.” + </p> + <p> + “Love,” laughed Sirona, “Phoebicius and love! Only yesterday I told you, + how cruelly he used to torture me after his feasts, when he was drunk or + when he recovered from one of his swoons. But one thing he did to me, one + thing which broke the last thread of a tie between us. No one yet has ever + heard a word of it from me; not even Dorothea, who often blamed me when I + let slip a hard word against my husband. It was well for her to talk—if + I had found a husband like Petrus I might perhaps have been like Dorothea. + It is a marvel, which I myself do not understand, that I did not grow + wicked with such a man, a man who—why should I conceal it—who, + when we were at Rome, because he was in debt, and because he hoped to get + promotion through his legate Quintillus, sold me—me—to him. He + himself brought the old man—who had often followed me about—into + his house, but our hostess, a good woman, had overheard the matter, and + betrayed it all to me. It is so base, so vile—it seems to blacken my + soul only to think of it! The legate got little enough in return for his + sesterces, but Phoebicius did not restore his wages of sin, and his rage + against me knew no bounds when he was transferred to the oasis at the + instigation of his betrayed chief. Now you know all, and never advise me + again to return to that man to whom my misfortune has bound me. + </p> + <p> + “Only listen how the poor little beast in there is whining. It wants to + come to me, and has not the strength to move.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus looked after her sympathetically as she disappeared under the + opening in the rock, and he awaited her return with folded arms. He could + not see into the cave, for the space in which the bed stood was closed at + the end by the narrow passage which formed the entrance, and which joined + it at an angle as the handle of a scythe joins the blade. She remained a + long time, and he could hear now and then a tender word with which she + tried to comfort the suffering creature. Suddenly he was startled by a + loud and bitter cry from Sirona; no doubt, the poor woman’s affectionate + little companion was dead, and in the dim twilight of the cave she had + seen its dulled eye, and felt the stiffness of death overspreading and + paralyzing its slender limbs. He dared not go into the cavern, but he felt + his eyes fill with tears, and he would willingly have spoken some word of + consolation to her. + </p> + <p> + At last she came out, her eyes red with weeping. Paulus had guessed + rightly for she held the body of little Iambe in her arms. + </p> + <p> + “How sorry I am,” said Paulus, “the poor little creature was so pretty.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona nodded, sat down, and unfastened the prettily embroidered band from + the dog’s neck, saying half to herself, and half to Paulus, “My little + Agnes worked this collar. I myself had taught her to sew, and this was the + first piece of work that was all her own.” She held the collar up to the + anchorite. “This clasp is of real silver,” she went on, “and my father + himself gave it to me. He was fond of the poor little dog too. Now it will + never leap and spring again, poor thing.” + </p> + <p> + She looked sadly down at the dead dog. Then she collected herself, and + said hurriedly, “Now I will go away from here. Nothing—nothing keeps + me any longer in this wilderness, for the senator’s house, where I have + spent many happy hours, and where everyone was fond of me, is closed + against me, and must ever be so long as he lives there. If you have not + been kind to me only to do me harm in the end, let me go today, and help + me to reach Alexandria.” + </p> + <p> + “Not to-day, in any case not to-day,” replied Paulus. “First I must find + out when a vessel sails for Klysma or for Berenike, and then I have many + other things to see to for you. You owe me an answer to my question, as to + what you expect to do and to find in Alexandria. Poor child—the + younger and the fairer you are—” + </p> + <p> + “I know all you would say to me,” interrupted Sirona. “Wherever I have + been, I have attracted the eyes of men, and when I have read in their + looks that I pleased them, it has greatly pleased me—why should I + deny it? Many a one has spoken fair words to me or given me flowers, and + sent old women to my house to win me for them, but even if one has + happened to please me better than another, still I have never found it + hard to send them home again as was fitting.” + </p> + <p> + “Till Hermas laid his love at your feet,” said Paulus. “He is a bold lad—” + </p> + <p> + “A pretty, inexperienced boy,” said Sirona, “neither more nor less. It was + a heedless thing, no doubt, to admit him to my rooms, but no vestal need + be ashamed to own to such favor as I showed him. I am innocent, and I will + remain so that I may stand in my father’s presence without a blush when I + have earned money enough in the capital for the long journey.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus looked in her face astonished and almost horrified. + </p> + <p> + Then he had in fact taken on himself guilt which did not exist, and + perhaps the senator would have been slower to condemn Sirona, if it had + not been for his falsely acknowledging it. He stood before her, feeling + like a child that would fain put together some object of artistic + workmanship, and who has broken it to pieces for want of skill. At the + same time he could not doubt a word that she said, for the voice within + him had long since plainly told him that this woman was no common + criminal. + </p> + <p> + For some time he was at a loss for words; at last he said timidly: + </p> + <p> + “What do you purpose doing in Alexandria?” + </p> + <p> + “Polykarp says, that all good work finds a purchaser there,” she answered. + “And I can weave particularly well, and embroider with gold-thread. + Perhaps I may find shelter under some roof where there are children, and I + would willingly attend to them during the day. In my free time and at + night I could work at my frame, and when I have scraped enough together I + shall soon find a ship that will carry me to Gaul, to my own people. Do + you not see that I cannot go back to Phoebicius, and can you help me?” + </p> + <p> + “Most willingly, and better perhaps than you fancy,” said Paulus. “I + cannot explain this to you just now; but you need not request me, but may + rather feel that you have a good right to demand of me that I should + rescue you.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him in surprised enquiry, and he continued: + </p> + <p> + “First let me carry away the little dog, and bury it down there. I will + put a stone over the grave, that you may know where it lies. It must be + so, the body cannot be here any longer. Take the thing, which lies there. + I had tried before to cut it out for you, for you complained yesterday + that your hair was all in a tangle because you had not a comb, so I tried + to carve you one out of bone. There were none at the shop in the oasis, + and I am myself only a wild creature of the wilderness, a sorry, foolish + animal, and do not use one. + </p> + <p> + “Was that a stone that fell? Aye, certainly, I hear a man’s step; go + quickly into the cave and do not stir till I call you.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona withdrew into her rock-dwelling, and Paulus took the body of the + dog in his arms to conceal it from the man who was approaching. He looked + round, undecided, and seeking a hiding-place for it, but two sharp eyes + had already detected him and his small burden from the height above him; + before he had found a suitable place, stones were rolling and crashing + down from the cliff to the right of the cavern, and at the same time a man + came springing down with rash boldness from rock to rock, and without + heeding the warning voice of the anchorite, flung himself down the slope, + straight in front of him, exclaiming, while he struggled for breath and + his face was hot with hatred and excitement: + </p> + <p> + “That—I know it well-that is Sirona’s greyhound—where is its + mistress? Tell me this instant, where is Sirona—I must and will + know.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus had frequently seen, from the penitent’s room in the church, the + senator and his family in their places near the altar, and he was much + astonished to recognize in the daring leaper, who rushed upon him like a + mad man with dishevelled hair and fiery eyes, Polykarp, Petrus’ second + son. + </p> + <p> + The anchorite found it difficult to preserve his calm, and composed + demeanor, for since he had been aware that he had accused Sirona falsely + of a heavy sin, while at the same time he had equally falsely confessed + himself the partner of her misdeed, he felt an anxiety that amounted to + anguish, and a leaden oppression checked the rapidity of his thoughts. He + at first stammered out a few unintelligible words, but his opponent was in + fearful earnest with his question; he seized the collar of the anchorite’s + coarse garment with terrible violence, and cried in a husky voice, “Where + did you find the dog? Where is—?” + </p> + <p> + But suddenly he left go his hold of the Alexandrian, looked at him from + head to foot, and said softly and slowly: + </p> + <p> + “Can it be possible? Are you Paulus, the Alexandrian?” + </p> + <p> + The anchorite nodded assent. Polykarp laughed loud and bitterly, pressed + his hand to his forehead, and exclaimed in a tone of the deepest disgust + and contempt: + </p> + <p> + “And is it so, indeed! and such a repulsive ape too! But I will not + believe that she even held out a hand to you, for the mere sight of you + makes me dirty.” Paulus felt his heart beating like a hammer within his + breast; and there was a singing and roaring in his ears. When once more + Polykarp threatened him with his fist he involuntarily took the posture of + an athlete in a wrestling match, he stretched out his arms to try to get a + good hold of his adversary, and said in a hollow, deep tone of angry + warning, “Stand back, or something will happen to you that will not be + good for your bones.” + </p> + <p> + The speaker was indeed Paulus—and yet—not Paulus; it was + Menander, the pride of the Palaestra, who had never let pass a word of his + comrades that did not altogether please him. And yet yesterday in the + oasis he had quietly submitted to far worse insults than Polykarp had + offered him, and had accepted them with contented cheerfulness. Whence + then to-day this wild sensitiveness and eager desire to fight? + </p> + <p> + When, two days since, he had gone to his old cave to fetch the last of his + hidden gold pieces, he had wished to greet old Stephanus, but the Egyptian + attendant had scared him off like an evil spirit with angry curses, and + had thrown stones after him. In the oasis he had attempted to enter the + church in spite of the bishop’s prohibition, there to put up a prayer; for + he thought that the antechamber, where the spring was and in which + penitents were wont to tarry, would certainly not be closed even to him; + but the acolytes had driven him away with abusive words, and the + door-keeper, who a short time since had trusted him with the key, spit in + his face, and yet he had not found it difficult to turn his back on his + persecutors without anger or complaint. + </p> + <p> + At the counter of the dealer of whom he had bought the woollen coverlet, + the little jug, and many other things for Sirona, a priest had passed by, + had pointed to his money, and had said, “Satan takes care of his own.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus had answered him nothing, had returned to his charge with an + uplifted and grateful heart, and had heartily rejoiced once more in the + exalted and encouraging consciousness that he was enduring disgrace and + suffering for another in humble imitation of Christ. What was it then that + made him so acutely sensitive with regard to Polykarp, and once more + snapped those threads, which long years of self-denial had twined into + fetters for his impatient spirit? Was it that to the man, who mortified + his flesh in order to free his soul from its bonds it seemed a lighter + matter to be contemned as a sinner, hated of God, than to let his person + and his manly dignity be treated with contempt? Was he thinking of the + fair listener in the cave, who was a witness to his humiliation? Had his + wrath blazed up because he saw in Polykarp, not so much an exasperated + fellow-believer, as merely a man who with bold scorn had put himself in + the path of another man? + </p> + <p> + The lad and the gray-bearded athlete stood face to face like mortal + enemies ready for the fight, and Polykarp did not waver, although he, like + most Christian youths, had been forbidden to take part in the + wrestling-games in the Palaestra, and though he knew that he had to deal + with a strong and practised antagonist. + </p> + <p> + He himself was indeed no weakling, and his stormy indignation added to his + desire to measure himself against the hated seducer. + </p> + <p> + “Come on—come on!” he cried; his eyes flashing, and leaning forward + with his neck out-stretched and ready on his part for the struggle. “Grip + hold! you were a gladiator, or something of the kind, before you put on + that filthy dress that you might break into houses at night, and go + unpunished. Make this sacred spot an arena, and if you succeed in making + an end of me I will thank you, for what made life worth having to me, you + have already ruined whether or no. Only come on. Or perhaps you think it + easier to ruin the life of a woman than to measure your strength against + her defender? Clutch hold, I say, clutch hold, or—” + </p> + <p> + “Or you will fall upon me,” said Paulus, whose arms had dropped by his + side during the youth’s address. He spoke in a quite altered tone of + indifference. “Throw yourself upon me, and do with me what you will; I + will not prevent you. Here I shall stand, and I will not fight, for you + have so far hit the truth—this holy place is not an arena. But the + Gaulish lady belongs neither to you nor to me, and who gives you a claim—?” + </p> + <p> + “Who gives me a right over her?” interrupted Polykarp, stepping close up + to his questioner with sparkling eyes. “He who permits the worshipper to + speak of his God. Sirona is mine, as the sun and moon and stars are mine, + because they shed a beautiful light on my murky path. My life is mine—and + she was the life of my life, and therefore I say boldly, and would say, if + there were twenty such as Phoebicius here, she belongs to me. And because + I regarded her as my own, and so regard her still, I hate you and fling my + scorn in your teeth—you are like a hungry sheep that has got into + the gardener’s flower-bed, and stolen from the stem the wonderful, lovely + flower that he has nurtured with care, and that only blooms once in a + hundred years—like a cat that has sneaked into some marble hall, and + that to satisfy its greed has strangled some rare and splendid bird that a + traveller has brought from a distant land. But you! you hypocritical + robber, who disregard your own body with beastly pride, and sacrifice it + to low brutality—what should you know of the magic charm of beauty—that + daughter of heaven, that can touch even thoughtless children, and before + which the gods themselves do homage! I have a right to Sirona; for hide + her where you will—or even if the centurion were to find her, and to + fetter her to himself with chains and rivets of brass—still that + which makes her the noblest work of the Most High—the image of her + beauty—lives in no one, in no one as it lives in me. This hand has + never even touched your victim—and yet God has given Sirona to no + man as he has given her wholly to me, for to no man can she be what she is + to me, and no man can love her as I do! She has the nature of an angel, + and the heart of a child; she is without spot, and as pure as the diamond, + or the swan’s breast, or the morning-dew in the bosom of a rose. And + though she had let you into her house a thousand times, and though my + father even, and my own mother, and every one, every one pointed at her + and condemned her, I would never cease to believe in her purity. It is you + who have brought her to shame; it is you—” + </p> + <p> + “I kept silence while all condemned her,” said Paulus with warmth, “for I + believed that she was guilty, just as you believe that I am, just as every + one that is bound by no ties of love is more ready to believe evil than + good, Now I know, aye, know for certain, that we did the poor woman an + injustice. If the splendor of the lovely dream, that you call Sirona, has + been clouded by my fault—” + </p> + <p> + “Clouded? And by you?” laughed Polykarp. “Can the toad that plunges into + the sea, cloud its shining blue, can the black bat that flits across the + night, cloud the pure light of the full-moon?” + </p> + <p> + An emotion of rage again shot through the anchorite’s heart, but he was by + this time on his guard against himself, and he only said bitterly, and + with hardly-won composure: + </p> + <p> + “And how was it then with the flower, and with the bird, that were + destroyed by beasts without understanding? I fancy you meant no absent + third person by that beast, and yet now you declare that it is not within + my power even to throw a shadow over your day-star! You see you contradict + yourself in your anger, and the son of a wise man, who himself has not + long since left the school of rhetoric, should try to avoid that. You + might regard me with less hostility, for I will not offend you; nay, I + will repay your evil words with good—perhaps the very best indeed + that you ever heard in your life. Sirona is a worthy and innocent woman, + and at the time when Phoebicius came out to seek her, I had never even set + eyes upon her nor had my ears ever heard a word pass her lips.” + </p> + <p> + At these words Polykarp’s threatening manner changed, and feeling at once + incapable of understanding the matter, and anxious to believe, he eagerly + exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “But yet the sheepskin was yours, and you let yourself be thrashed by + Phoebicius without defending yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “So filthy an ape,” said Paulus, imitating Polykarp’s voice, “needs many + blows, and that day I could not venture to defend myself because—because—But + that is no concern of yours. You must subdue your curiosity for a few days + longer, and then it may easily happen that the man whose very aspect makes + you feel dirty—the bat, the toad—” + </p> + <p> + “Let that pass now,” cried Polykarp. “Perhaps the excitement which the + sight of you stirred up in my bruised and wounded heart, led me to use + unseemly language. Now, indeed, I see that your matted hair sits round a + well featured countenance. Forgive my violent and unjust attack. I was + beside myself, and I opened my whole soul to you, and now that you know + how it is with me, once more I ask you, where is Sirona?” + </p> + <p> + Polykarp looked Paulus in the face with anxious and urgent entreaty, + pointing to the dog as much as to say, “You must know, for here is the + evidence.” + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian hesitated to answer; he glanced by chance at the entrance + of the cave, and seeing the gleam of Sirona’s white robe behind the + palm-branches, he said to himself that if Polykarp lingered much longer, + he could not fail to discover her—a consummation to be avoided. + </p> + <p> + There were many reasons which might have made him resolve to stand in the + way of a meeting between the lady and the young man, but not one of them + occurred to him, and though he did not even dream that a feeling akin to + jealousy had begun to influence him, still he was conscious that it was + his lively repugnance to seeing the two sink into each other’s arms before + his very eyes, that prompted him to turn shortly round, to take up the + body of the little dog, and to say to the enquirer: + </p> + <p> + “It is true, I do know where she is hiding, and when the time comes you + shall know it too. Now I must bury the animal, and if you will you can + help me.” + </p> + <p> + Without waiting for any objection on Polykarp’s part, he hurried from + stone to stone up to the plateau on the precipitous edge of which he had + first seen Sirona. The younger man followed him breathlessly, and only + joined him when he had already begun to dig out the earth with his hands + at the foot of a cliff. Polykarp was now standing close to the anchorite, + and repeated his question with vehement eagerness, but Paulus did not look + up from his work, and only said, digging faster and faster: + </p> + <p> + “Come to this place again to-morrow, and then it may perhaps be possible + that I should tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “You think to put me off with that,” cried the lad. “Then you are mistaken + in me, and if you cheat me with your honest-sounding words, I will—” + </p> + <p> + But he did not end his threat, for a clear longing cry distinctly broke + the silence of the deserted mountain: “Polykarp—Polykarp.” It + sounded nearer and nearer, and the words had a magic effect on him for + whose ear they were intended. + </p> + <p> + With his head erect and trembling in every limb, the young man listened + eagerly. Then he cried out, “It is her voice! I am coming, Sirona, I am + coming.” And without paying any heed to the anchorite, he was on the point + of hurrying off to meet her. But Paulus placed himself close in front of + him, and said sternly: “You stay here.” + </p> + <p> + “Out of my way,” shouted Polykarp beside himself. “She is calling to me + out of the hole where you are keeping her—you slanderer—you + cowardly liar! Out of the way I say! You will not? Then defend yourself, + you hideous toad, or I will tread you down, if my foot does not fear to be + soiled with your poison.” + </p> + <p> + Up to this moment Paulus had stood before the young man with out-spread + arms, motionless, but immovable as an oak-tree; now Polykarp first hit + him. This blow shattered the anchorite’s patience, and, no longer master + of himself, he exclaimed, “You shall answer to me for this!” and before a + third and fourth call had come from Sirona’s lips, he had grasped the + artist’s slender body, and with a mighty swing he flung him backwards over + his own broad and powerful shoulders on to the stony ground. + </p> + <p> + After this mad act he stood over his victim with out-stretched legs, + folded arms, and rolling eyes, as if rooted to the earth. He waited till + Polykarp had picked himself up, and, without looking round, but pressing + his hands to the back of his head, had tottered away like a drunken man. + </p> + <p> + Paulus looked after him till he disappeared over the cliff at the edge of + the level ground; but he did not see how Polykarp fell senseless to the + ground with a stifled cry, not far from the very spring whence his enemy + had fetched the water to refresh Sirona’s parched lips. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. + </h2> + <p> + “She will attract the attention of Damianus or Salathiel or one of the + others up there,” thought Paulus as he heard Sirona’s call once more, and, + following her voice, he went hastily and excitedly down the mountainside. + </p> + <p> + “We shall have peace for to-day at any rate from that audacious fellow,” + muttered he to himself, “and perhaps to-morrow too, for his blue bruises + will be a greeting from me. But how difficult it is to forget what we have + once known! The grip, with which I flung him, I learned—how long + ago?—from the chief-gymnast at Delphi. My marrow is not yet quite + dried up, and that I will prove to the boy with these fists, if he comes + back with three or four of the same mettle.” + </p> + <p> + But Paulus had not long to indulge in such wild thoughts, for on the way + to the cave he met Sirona. “Where is Polykarp?” she called out from afar. + </p> + <p> + “I have sent him home,” he answered. “And he obeyed you?” she asked again. + </p> + <p> + “I gave him striking reasons for doing so,” he replied quickly. + </p> + <p> + “But he will return?” + </p> + <p> + “He has learned enough up here for to-day. We have now to think of your + journey to Alexandria.” + </p> + <p> + “But it seems to me,” replied Sirona, blushing, “that I am safely hidden + in your cave, and just now you yourself said—” + </p> + <p> + “I warned you against the dangers of the expedition,” interrupted Paulus. + “But since that it has occurred to me that I know of a shelter, and of a + safe protector for you. There, we are at home again. Now go into the cave, + for very probably some one may have heard you calling, and if other + anchorites were to discover you here, they would compel me to take you + back to your husband.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go directly,” sighed Sirona, “but first explain to me—for I + heard all that you said to each other—” and she colored, “how it + happened that Phoebicius took Hermas’ sheepskin for yours, and why you let + him beat you without giving any explanation.” + </p> + <p> + “Because my back is even broader than that great fellow’s,” replied the + Alexandrian quickly. “I will tell you all about it in some quiet hour, + perhaps on our journey to Klysma. Now go into the cave, or you may spoil + everything. I know too what you lack most since you heard the fair words + of the senator’s son.” + </p> + <p> + “Well—what?” asked Sirona. + </p> + <p> + “A mirror!” laughed Paulus. + </p> + <p> + “How much you are mistaken!” said Sirona; and she thought to herself, “The + woman that Polykarp looks at as he does at me, does not need a mirror.” + </p> + <p> + An old Jewish merchant lived in the fishing-town on the western declivity + of the mountain; he shipped the charcoal for Egypt, which was made in the + valleys of the peninsula by burning the sajal acacia, and he had formerly + supplied fuel for the drying-room of the papyrus-factory of Paulus’ + father. He now had a business connection with his brother, and Paulus + himself had had dealings with him. He was prudent and wealthy, and + whenever he met the anchorite, he blamed him for his flight from the + world, and implored him to put his hospitality to the test, and to command + his resources and means as if they were his own. + </p> + <p> + This man was now to find a boat, and to provide the means of flight for + Sirona. The longer Paulus thought it over, the more indispensable it + seemed to him that he should himself accompany the Gaulish lady to + Alexandria, and in his own person find her a safe shelter. He knew that he + was free to dispose of his brother’s enormous fortune-half of which in + fact was his—as though it were all his own, and he began to rejoice + in his possessions for the first time for many years. Soon he was occupied + in thinking of the furnishing of the house, which he intended to assign to + the fair Sirona. At first he thought of a simple citizen’s dwelling, but + by degrees he began to picture the house intended for her as fitted with + shining gold, white and colored marble, many-colored Syrian carpets, nay + even with vain works of the heathen, with statues, and a luxurious bath. + In increasing unrest he wandered from rock to rock, and many times as he + went up and down he paused in front of the cave where Sirona was. Once he + saw her light robe, and its conspicuous gleam led him to the reflection, + that it would be imprudent to conduct her to the humble fishing-village in + that dress. If he meant to conceal her traces from the search of + Phoebicius and Polykarp, he must first provide her with a simple dress, + and a veil that should hide her shining hair and fair face, which even in + the capital could find no match. + </p> + <p> + The Amalekite, from whom he had twice bought some goat’s-milk for her, + lived in a but which Paulus could easily reach. He still possessed a few + drachmas, and with these he could purchase what he needed from the wife + and daughter of the goatherd. Although the sky was now covered with mist + and a hot sweltering south-wind had risen, he prepared to start at once. + The sun was no longer visible though its scorching heat could be felt, but + Paulus paid no heed to this sign of an approaching storm. + </p> + <p> + Hastily, and with so little attention that he confused one object with + another in the little store-cellar, he laid some bread, a knife, and some + dates in front of the entrance to the cave, called out to his guest that + he should soon return, and hurried at a rapid pace up the mountain. + </p> + <p> + Sirona answered him with a gentle word of farewell, and did not even look + round after him, for she was glad to be alone, and so soon as the sound of + his step had died away she gave herself up once more to the overwhelming + torrent of new and deep feelings which had flooded her soul ever since she + had heard Polykarp’s ardent hymn of love. + </p> + <p> + Paulus, in the last few hours, was Menander again, but the lonely woman in + the cavern—the cause of this transformation—the wife of + Phoebicius, had undergone an even greater change than he. She was still + Sirona, and yet not Sirona. + </p> + <p> + When the anchorite had commanded her to retire into the cave she had + obeyed him willingly, nay, she would have withdrawn even without his + desire, and have sought for solitude; for she felt that something mighty, + hitherto unknown to her, and incomprehensible even to herself, was passing + in her soul, and that a nameless but potent something had grown up in her + heart, had struggled free, and had found life and motion; a something that + was strange, and yet precious to her, frightening, and yet sweet, a pain, + and yet unspeakably delightful. An emotion such as she had never before + known had mastered her, and she felt, since hearing Polykarp’s speech, as + if a new and purer blood was flowing rapidly through her veins. Every + nerve quivered like the leaves of the poplars in her former home when the + wind blows down to meet the Rhone, and she found it difficult to follow + what Paulus said, and still more so to find the right answer to his + questions. + </p> + <p> + As soon as she was alone she sat down on her bed, rested her elbows on her + knees, and her head in her hand, and the growing and surging flood of her + passion broke out in an abundant stream of warm tears. + </p> + <p> + She had never wept so before; no anguish, no bitterness was infused into + the sweet refreshing dew of those tears. Fair flowers of never dreamed of + splendor and beauty blossomed in the heart of the weeping woman, and when + at length her tears ceased, there was a great silence, but also a great + glory within her and around her. She was like a man who has grown up in an + under-ground-room, where no light of day can ever shine, and who at last + is allowed to look at the blue heavens, at the splendor of the sun, at the + myriad flowers and leaves in the green woods, and on the meadows. + </p> + <p> + She was wretched, and yet a happy woman. + </p> + <p> + “That is love!” were the words that her heart sang in triumph, and as her + memory looked back on the admirers who had approached her in Arelas when + she was still little more than a child, and afterwards in Rome, with + tender words and looks, they all appeared like phantom forms carrying + feeble tapers, whose light paled pitifully, for Polykarp had now come on + the scene, bearing the very sun itself in his hands. + </p> + <p> + “They—and he,” she murmured to herself, and she beheld as it were a + balance, and on one of the scales lay the homage which in her vain fancy + she had so coveted. It was of no more weight than chaff, and its whole + mass was like a heap of straw, which flew up as soon as Polykarp laid his + love—a hundredweight of pure gold, in the other scale. + </p> + <p> + “And if all the nations and kings of the earth brought their treasures + together,” thought she, “and laid them at my feet, they could not make me + as rich as he has made me, and if all the stars were fused into one, the + vast globe of light which they would form could not shine so brightly as + the joy that fills my soul. Come now what may, I will never complain after + that hour of delight.” + </p> + <p> + Then she thought over each of her former meetings with Polykarp, and + remembered that he had never spoken to her of love. What must it not have + cost him to control himself thus; and a great triumphant joy filled her + heart at the thought that she was pure, and not unworthy of him, and an + unutterable sense of gratitude rose up in her soul. The love she bore this + man seemed to take wings, and it spread itself over the common life and + aspect of the world, and rose to a spirit of devotion. With a deep sigh + she raised her eyes and hands to heaven, and in her longing to prove her + love to every living being, nay to every created thing, her spirit sought + the mighty and beneficent Power to whom she owed such exalted happiness. + </p> + <p> + In her youth her father had kept her very strictly, but still he had + allowed her to go through the streets of the town with her young + companions, wreathed with flowers, and all dressed in their best, in the + procession of maidens at the feast of Venus of Arelas, to whom all the + women of her native town were wont to turn with prayers and sacrifices + when their hearts were touched by love. + </p> + <p> + Now she tried to pray to Venus, but again and again the wanton jests of + the men who were used to accompany the maidens came into her mind, and + memories of how she herself had eagerly listened for the only too frequent + cries of admiration, and had enticed the silent with a glance, or thanked + the more clamorous with a smile. To-day certainly she had no mind for such + sport, and she recollected the stern words which had fallen from + Dorothea’s lips on the worship of Venus, when she had once told her how + well the natives of Arelas knew how to keep their feasts. + </p> + <p> + And Polykarp, whose heart was nevertheless so full of love, he no doubt + thought like his mother, and she pictured him as she had frequently seen + him following his parents by the side of his sister Marthana—often + hand in hand with her—as they went to church. The senator’s son had + always had a kindly glance for her, excepting when he was one of this + procession to the temple of the God of whom they said that He was love + itself, and whose votaries indeed were not poor in love; for in Petrus’ + house, if anywhere, all hearts were united by a tender affection. It then + occurred to her that Paulus had just now advised her to turn to the + crucified God of the Christians, who was full of an equal and divine love + to all men. To him Polykarp also prayed—was praying perhaps this + very hour; and if she now did the same her prayers would ascend together + with his, and so she might be in some sort one with that beloved friend, + from whom everything else conspired to part her. + </p> + <p> + She knelt down and folded her hands, as she had so often seen Christians + do, and she reflected on the torments that the poor Man, who hung with + pierced hands on the cross, had so meekly endured, though He suffered + innocently; she felt the deepest pity for Him, and softly said to herself, + as she raised her eyes to the low roof of her cave-dwelling: + </p> + <p> + “Thou poor good Son of God, Thou knowest what it is when all men condemn + us unjustly, and surely, Thou canst understand when I say to Thee how sore + my poor heart is! And they say too, that of all hearts Thine is the most + loving, and so thou wilt know how it is that, in spite of all my misery, + it still seems to me that I am a happy woman. The very breath of a God + must be rapture, and that Thou too must have learned when they tortured + and mocked Thee, for Thou halt suffered out of love. They say, that Thou + wast wholly pure and perfectly sinless. Now I—I have committed many + follies, but not a sin—a real sin—no, indeed, I have not; and + Thou must know it, for Thou art a God, and knowest the past, and canst + read hearts. And, indeed, I also would fain remain innocent, and yet how + can that be when I cannot help being devoted to Polykarp, and yet I am + another man’s wife. But am I indeed the true and lawful wife of that + horrible wretch who sold me to another? He is as far from my heart—as + far as if I had never seen him with these eyes. And yet—believe me—I + wish him no ill, and I will be quite content, if only I need never go back + to him. + </p> + <p> + “When I was a child, I was afraid of frogs; my brothers and sisters knew + it, and once my brother Licinius laid a large one, that he had caught, on + my bare neck. I started, and shuddered, and screamed out loud, for it was + so hideously cold and damp—I cannot express it. And that is exactly + how I have always felt since those days in Rome whenever Phoebicius + touched me, and yet I dared not scream when he did. + </p> + <p> + “But Polykarp! oh! would that he were here, and might only grasp my hand. + He said I was his own, and yet I have never encouraged him. But now! if a + danger threatened him or a sorrow, and if by any means I could save him + from it, indeed—indeed—though I never could bear pain well, + and am afraid of death, I would let them nail me to a cross for him, as + Thou wast crucified for us all. + </p> + <p> + “But then he must know that I had died for him, and if he looked into my + dying eyes with his strange, deep gaze, I would tell him that it is to him + that I owe a love so great that it is a thing altogether different and + higher than any love I have ever before seen. And a feeling that is so far + above all measure of what ordinary mortals experience, it seems to me, + must be divine. Can such love be wrong? I know not; but Thou knowest, and + Thou, whom they name the Good Shepherd, lead Thou us—each apart from + the other, if it be best so for him—but yet, if it be possible, + unite us once more, if it be only for one single hour. If only he could + know that I am not wicked, and that poor Sirona would willingly belong to + him, and to no other, then I would be ready to die. O Thou good, kind + Shepherd, take me too into Thy flock, and guide me.” + </p> + <p> + Thus prayed Sirona, and before her fancy there floated the image of a + lovely and loving youthful form; she had seen the original in the model + for Polykarp’s noble work, and she had not forgotten the exquisite details + of the face. It seemed to her as well known and familiar as if she had + known—what in fact she could not even guess—that she herself + had had some share in the success of the work. + </p> + <p> + The love which unites two hearts is like the ocean of Homer which + encircles both halves of the earth. It flows and rolls on. Where shall we + seek its source—here or there—who can tell? + </p> + <p> + It was Dame Dorothea who in her motherly pride had led the Gaulish lady + into her son’s workshop. Sirona thought of her and her husband and her + house, where over the door a motto was carved in the stone which she had + seen every morning from her sleeping-room. She could not read Greek, but + Polykarp’s sister, Marthana, had more than once told her what it meant. + “Commit thy way to the Lord, and put thy trust in Him,” ran the + inscription, and she repeated it to herself again and again, and then drew + fancy-pictures of the future in smiling day-dreams, which by degrees + assumed sharper outlines and brighter colors. + </p> + <p> + She saw herself united to Polykarp, and as the daughter of Petrus and + Dorothea, at home in the senator’s house; she had a right now to the + children who loved her, and who were so dear to her; she helped the + deaconess in all her labors, and won praise, and looks of approval. She + had learned to use her hands in her father’s house and now she could show + what she could do; Polykarp even gazed at her with surprise and + admiration, and said that she was as clever as she was beautiful, and + promised to become a second Dorothea. She went with him into his workshop, + and there arranged all the things that lay about in confusion, and dusted + it, while he followed her every movement with his gaze, and at last stood + before her, his arms wide—wide open to clasp her. + </p> + <p> + She started, and pressed her hands over her eyes, and flung herself loving + and beloved on his breast, and would have thrown her arms round his neck, + while her hot tears flowed—but the sweet vision was suddenly + shattered, for a swift flash of light pierced the gloom of the cavern, and + immediately after she heard the heavy roll of the thunder-clap, dulled by + the rocky walls of her dwelling. + </p> + <p> + Completely recalled to actuality she listened for a moment, and then + stepped to the entrance of the cave. It was already dusk, and heavy + rain-drops were falling from the dark clouds which seemed to shroud the + mountain peaks in a vast veil of black crape. Paulus was nowhere to be + seen, but there stood the food he had prepared for her. She had eaten + nothing since her breakfast, and she now tried to drink the milk, but it + had curdled and was not fit to use; a small bit of bread and a few dates + quite satisfied her. + </p> + <p> + As the lightning and thunder began to follow each other more and more + quickly, and the darkness fast grew deeper, a great fear fell upon her; + she pushed the food on one side, and looked up to the mountain where the + peaks were now wholly veiled in night, now seemed afloat in a sea of + flame, and more distinctly visible than by daylight. Again and again a + forked flash like a saw-blade of fire cut through the black curtain of + cloud with terrific swiftness, again and again the thunder sounded like a + blast of trumpets through the silent wilderness, and multiplied itself, + clattering, growling, roaring, and echoing from rock to rock. Light and + sound at last seemed to be hurled from Heaven together, and the very rock + in which her cave was formed quaked. + </p> + <p> + Crushed and trembling she drew back into the inmost depth of her rocky + chamber, starting at each flash that illumined the darkness. + </p> + <p> + At length they occurred at longer intervals, the thunder lost its + appalling fury, and as the wind drove the storm farther and farther to the + southwards, at last it wholly died away. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. + </h2> + <p> + It was quite dark in Sirona’s cavern, fearfully dark, and the blacker grew + the night which shrouded her, the more her terror increased. From time to + time she shut her eyes as tightly as she could, for she fancied she could + see a crimson glare, and she longed for light in that hour as a drowning + man longs for the shore. Dark forebodings of every kind oppressed her + soul. + </p> + <p> + What if Paulus had abandoned her, and had left her to her fate? Or if + Polykarp should have been searching for her on the mountain in this storm, + and in the darkness should have fallen into some abyss, or have been + struck by the lightning? Suppose the mass of rock that overhung the + entrance to the cave should have been loosened in the storm, and should + fall, and bar her exit to the open air? Then she would be buried alive, + and she must perish alone, without seeing him whom she loved once more, or + telling him that she had not been unworthy of his trust in her. + </p> + <p> + Cruelly tormented by such thoughts as these, she dragged herself up and + felt her way out into the air and wind, for she could no longer hold out + in the gloomy solitude and fearful darkness. She had hardly reached the + mouth of the cave, when she heard steps approaching her lurking place, and + again she shrank back. Who was it that could venture in this pitch-dark + night to climb from rock to rock? Was it Paulus returning? Was it he—was + it Polykarp seeking her? She felt intoxicated; she pressed her hands to + her heart, and longed to cry out, but she dared not, and her tongue + refused its office. She listened with the tension of terror to the sound + of the steps which came straight towards her nearer and nearer, then the + wanderer perceived the faint gleam of her white dress, and called out to + her. It was Paulus. + </p> + <p> + She drew a deep breath of relief when she recognized his voice, and + answered his call. + </p> + <p> + “In such weather as this,” said the anchorite, “it is better to be within + than without, it seems to me, for it is not particularly pleasant out + here, so far as I have found.” + </p> + <p> + “But it has been frightful here inside the cave too,” Sirona answered, “I + have been so dreadfully frightened, I was so lonely in the horrible + darkness. If only I had had my little dog with me, it would at least have + been a living being.” + </p> + <p> + “I have made haste as well as I could,” interrupted Paulus. “The paths are + not so smooth here as the Kanopic road in Alexandria, and as I have not + three necks like Cerberus, who lies at the feet of Serapis, it would have + been wiser of me to return to you a little more leisurely. The storm-bird + has swallowed up all the stars as if they were flies, and the poor old + mountain is so grieved at it, that streams of tears are everywhere flowing + over his stony cheeks. It is wet even here. Now go back into the cave, and + let me lay this that I have got here for you in my arms, in the dry + passage. I bring you good news; to-morrow evening, when it is growing + dusk, we start. I have found out a vessel which will convey us to Klysma, + and from thence I myself will conduct you to Alexandria. In the sheepskin + here you will find the dress and veil of an Amalekite woman, and if your + traces are to be kept hidden from Phoebicius, you must accommodate + yourself to this disguise; for if the people down there were to see you as + I saw you to-day, they would think that Aphrodite herself had risen from + the sea, and the report of the fair-haired beauty that had appeared among + them would soon spread even to the oasis.” + </p> + <p> + “But it seems to me that I am well hidden here,” replied Sirona. “I am + afraid of a sea-voyage, and even if we succeeded in reaching Alexandria + without impediment, still I do not know—” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be my business to provide for you there.” Paulus interrupted + with a decision that was almost boastful, and that somewhat disturbed + Sirona. “You know the fable of the ass in the lion’s skin, but there are + lions who wear the skin of an ass on their shoulders—or of a sheep, + it comes to the same thing. Yesterday you were speaking of the splendid + palaces of the citizens, and lauding the happiness of their owners. You + shall dwell in one of those marble houses, and rule it as its mistress, + and it shall be my care to procure you slaves, and litter-bearers, and a + carriage with four mules. Do not doubt my word, for I am promising nothing + that I cannot perform. The rain is ceasing, and I will try to light a + fire. You want nothing more to eat? Well then, I will wish you good-night. + The rest will all do to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona had listened in astonishment to the anchorite’s promises. + </p> + <p> + How often had she envied those who possessed all that her strange + protector now promised her—and now it had not the smallest charm for + her; and, fully determined in any case not to follow Paulus, whom she + began to distrust, she replied, as she coldly returned his greeting, + “There are many hours yet before tomorrow evening in which we can discuss + everything.” + </p> + <p> + While Paulus was with great difficulty rekindling the fire, she was once + more alone, and again she began to be alarmed in the dark cavern. + </p> + <p> + She called the Alexandrian. “The darkness terrifies me so,” she said. “You + still had some oil in the jug this morning; perhaps you may be able to + contrive a little lamp for me; it is so fearful to stay here in the dark.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus at once took a shard, tore a strip from his tattered coat, twisted + it together, and laid it for a wick in the greasy fluid, lighted it at the + slowly reviving fire, and putting this more than simple light in Sirona’s + hand, he said, “It will serve its purpose; in Alexandria I will see that + you have lamps which give more light, and which are made by a better + artist.” + </p> + <p> + Sirona placed the lamp in a hollow in the rocky wall at the head of her + bed, and then lay down to rest. Light scares away wild beasts and fear too + from the resting-place of man, and it kept terrifying thoughts far away + from the Gaulish woman. + </p> + <p> + She contemplated her situation clearly and calmly, and quite decided that + she would neither quit the cave, nor entrust herself to the anchorite, + till she had once more seen and spoken to Polykarp. He no doubt knew where + to seek her, and certainly, she thought, he would by this time have + returned, if the storm and the starless night had not rendered it an + impossibility to come up the mountain from the oasis. + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow I shall see him again, and then I will open my heart to him, + and he shall read my soul like a book, and on every page, and in every + line he will find his own name. And I will tell him too that I have prayed + to his ‘Good Shepherd,’ and how much good it has done me, and that I will + be a Christian like his sister Marthana and his mother. Dorothea will be + glad indeed when she hears it, and she at any rate cannot have thought + that I was wicked, for she always loved me, and the children—the + children—” + </p> + <p> + The bright crowd of merry faces came smiling in upon her fancy, and her + thoughts passed insensibly into dreams; kindly sleep touched her heart + with its gentle hand, and its breath swept every shadow of trouble from + her soul. She slept, smiling and untroubled as a child whose eyes some + guardian angel softly kisses, while her strange protector now turned the + flickering wood on the damp hearth and with a reddening face blew up the + dying charcoal-fire, and again walked restlessly up and down, and paused + each time he passed the entrance to the cave, to throw a longing glance at + the light which shone out from Sirona’s sleeping-room. + </p> + <p> + Since the moment when he had flung Polykarp to the ground, Paulus had not + succeeded in recovering his self-command; not for a moment had he + regretted the deed, for the reflection had never occurred to him, that a + fall on the stony soil of the Sacred Mountain, which was as hard as iron, + must hurt more than a fall on the’ sand of the arena. + </p> + <p> + “The impudent fellow,” thought he, “richly deserved what he got. Who gave + him a better right over Sirona than he, Paulus himself, had—he who + had saved her life, and had taken it upon himself to protect her?” Her + great beauty had charmed him from the first moment of their meeting, but + no impure thought stirred his heart as he gazed at her with delight, and + listened with emotion to her childlike talk. It was the hot torrent of + Polykarp’s words that had first thrown the spark into his soul, which + jealousy and the dread of having to abandon Sirona to another, had soon + fanned into a consuming flame. He would not give up this woman, he would + continue to care for her every need, she should owe everything to him, and + to him only. And so, without reserve, he devoted himself body and soul to + the preparations for her flight. The hot breath of the storm, the thunder + and lightning, torrents of rain, and blackness of night could not delay + him, while he leaped from rock to rock, feeling his way-soaked through, + weary and in peril; he thought only of her, and of how he could most + safely carry her to Alexandria, and then surround her with all that could + charm a woman’s taste. Nothing—nothing did he desire for himself, + and all that he dreamed of and planned turned only and exclusively on the + pleasure which he might afford her. When he had prepared and lighted the + lamp for her he saw her again, and was startled at the beauty of the face + that the trembling flame revealed. He could observe her a few seconds + only, and then she had vanished, and he must remain alone in the darkness + and the rain. He walked restlessly up and down, and an agonizing longing + once more to see her face lighted up by the pale flame, and the white arm + that she had held out to take the lamp, grew more and more strong in him + and accelerated the pulses of his throbbing heart. As often as he passed + the cave, and observed the glimmer of light that came from her room, he + felt prompted and urged to slip in, and to gaze on her once more. He never + once thought of prayer and scourging, his old means of grace, he sought + rather for a reason that might serve him as an excuse if he went in, and + it struck him that it was cold, and that a sheepskin was lying in the + cavern. He would fetch it, in spite of his vow never to wear a sheepskin + again; and supposing he were thus enabled to see her, what next? + </p> + <p> + When he had Stepped across the threshold, an inward voice warned him to + return, and told him that he must be treading the path of unrighteousness, + for that he was stealing in on tiptoe like a thief; but the excuse was + ready at once. “That is for fear of waking her, if she is asleep.” + </p> + <p> + And now all further reflection was silenced for he had already reached the + spot where, at the end of the rocky passage, the cave widened into her + sleeping-room; there she lay on her hard couch, sunk in slumber and + enchantingly fair. + </p> + <p> + A deep gloom reigned around, and the feeble light of the little lamp + lighted up only a small portion of the dismal chamber but the head, + throat, and arms that it illuminated seemed to shine with a light of their + own that enhanced and consecrated the light of the feeble flame. Paulus + fell breathless on his knees, and fixed his eyes with growing eagerness on + the graceful form of the sleeper. + </p> + <p> + Sirona was dreaming; her head, veiled in her golden hair, rested on a high + pillow of herbs, and her delicately rosy face was turned up to the vault + of the cave; her half-closed lips moved gently, and now she moved her bent + arm and her white hand, on which the light of the lamp fell, and which + rested half on her forehead and half on her shining hair. + </p> + <p> + “Is she saying anything?” asked Paulus of himself, and he pressed his brow + against a projection of the rock as tightly as if he would stem the rapid + rush of his blood that it might not overwhelm his bewildered brain. + </p> + <p> + Again she moved her lips. Had she indeed spoken? Had she perhaps called + him? + </p> + <p> + That could not be, for she still slept; but he wished to believe it—and + he would believe it, and he stole nearer to her and nearer, and bent over + her, and listened—while his own strength failed him even to draw a + breath—listened to the soft regular breathing that heaved her bosom. + No longer master of himself he touched her white arm with his bearded lips + and she drew it back in her sleep, then his gaze fell on her parted lips + and the pearly teeth that shone between them, and a mad longing to kiss + them came irresistibly over him. He bent trembling over her, and was on + the point of gratifying his impulse when, as if startled by a sudden + apparition, he drew back, and raised his eyes from the rosy lips to the + hand that rested on the sleeper’s brow. + </p> + <p> + The lamplight played on a golden ring on Sirona’s finger, and shone + brightly on an onyx on which was engraved an image of Tyche, the tutelary + goddess of Antioch, with a sphere upon her head, and bearing Amalthea’s + horn in her hand. + </p> + <p> + A new and strange emotion took possession of the anchorite at the sight of + this stone. With trembling hands he felt in the breast of his torn + garment, and presently drew forth a small iron crucifix and the ring that + he had taken from the cold hand of Hermas’ mother. In the golden circlet + was set an onyx, on which precisely the same device was visible as that on + Sirona’s hand. The string with its precious jewel fell from his grasp, he + clutched his matted hair with both hands, groaned deeply, and repeated + again and again, as though to crave forgiveness, the name of “Magdalen.” + </p> + <p> + Then he called Sirona in a loud voice, and as she awoke excessively + startled, he asked her in urgent tones: “Who gave you that ring?” + </p> + <p> + “It was a present from Phoebicius,” replied she. “He said he had had it + given to him many years since in Antioch, and that it had been engraved by + a great artist. But I do not want it any more, and if you like to have it + you may.” + </p> + <p> + “Throw it away!” exclaimed Paulus, “it will bring you nothing but + misfortune.” Then he collected himself, went out into the air with his + head sunk on his breast, and there, throwing himself down on the wet + stones by the hearth, he cried out: + </p> + <p> + “Magdalen! dearest and purest! You, when you ceased to be Glycera, became + a saintly martyr, and found the road to heaven; I too had my day of + Damascus—of revelation and conversion—and I dared to call + myself by the name of Paulus—and now—now?” + </p> + <p> + Plunged in despair he beat his forehead, groaning out, “All, all in vain!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. + </h2> + <p> + Common natures can only be lightly touched by the immeasurable depth of + anguish that is experienced by a soul that despairs of itself; but the + more heavily the blow of such suffering falls, the more surely does it + work with purifying power on him who has to taste of that cup. + </p> + <p> + Paulus thought no more of the fair, sleeping woman; tortured by acute + remorse he lay on the hard stones, feeling that he had striven in vain. + When he had taken Hermas’ sin and punishment and disgrace upon himself, it + had seemed to him that he was treading in the very footsteps of the + Saviour. And now?—He felt like one who, while running for a prize, + stumbles over a stone and grovels in the sand when he is already close to + the goal. + </p> + <p> + “God sees the will and not the deed,” he muttered to himself. “What I did + wrong with regard to Sirona—or what I did not do—that matters + not. When I leaned over her, I had fallen utterly and entirely into the + power of the evil one, and was an ally of the deadliest enemy of Him to + whom I had dedicated my life and soul. Of what avail was my flight from + the world, and my useless sojourn in the desert? He who always keeps out + of the way of the battle can easily boast of being unconquered to the + end-but is he therefore a hero? The palm belongs to him who in the midst + of the struggles and affairs of the world clings to the heavenward road, + and never lets himself be diverted from it; but as for me who walk here + alone, a woman and a boy cross my path, and one threatens and the other + beckons to me, and I forget my aim and stumble into the bog of iniquity. + And so I cannot find—no, here I cannot find what I strive after. But + how then—how? Enlighten me, O Lord, and reveal to me what I must + do.” + </p> + <p> + Thus thinking he rose, knelt down, and prayed fervently; when at last he + came to the ‘Amen,’ his head was burning, and his tongue parched. + </p> + <p> + The clouds had parted, though they still hung in black masses in the west; + from time to time gleams of lightning shone luridly on the horizon and + lighted up the jagged peak of mountain with a flare; the moon had risen, + but its waning disk was frequently obscured by dark driving masses of + cloud; blinding flashes, tender light, and utter darkness were alternating + with bewildering rapidity, when Paulus at last collected himself, and went + down to the spring to drink, and to cool his brow in the fresh water. + Striding from stone to stone he told himself, that ere he could begin a + new life, he must do penance—some heavy penance; but what was it to + be? He was standing at the very margin of the brook, hemmed in by cliffs, + and was bending down to it, but before he had moistened his lips he drew + back: just because he was so thirsty he resolved to deny himself drink. + Hastily, almost vehemently, he turned his back on the spring, and after + this little victory over himself, his storm-tossed heart seemed a little + calmer. Far, far from hence and from the wilderness and from the Sacred + Mountain he felt impelled to fly, and he would gladly have fled then and + there to a distance. Whither should he flee? It was all the same, for he + was in search of suffering, and suffering, like weeds, grows on every + road. And from whom? This question repeated itself again and again as if + he had shouted it in the very home of echo, and the answer was not hard to + find: “It is from yourself that you would flee. It is your own inmost self + that is your enemy; bury yourself in what desert you will, it will pursue + you, and it would be easier for you to cut off your shadow than to leave + that behind?” + </p> + <p> + His whole consciousness was absorbed by this sense of impotency, and now, + after the stormy excitement of the last few hours, the deepest depression + took possession of his mind. Exhausted, unstrung, full of loathing of + himself and life, he sank down on a stone, and thought over the + occurrences of the last few days with perfect impartiality. + </p> + <p> + “Of all the fools that ever I met,” thought he, “I have gone farthest in + folly, and have thereby led things into a state of confusion which I + myself could not make straight again, even if I were a sage—which I + certainly never shall be any more than a tortoise or a phoenix. I once + heard tell of a hermit who, because it is written that we ought to bury + the dead, and because he had no corpse, slew a traveller that he might + fulfil the commandment: I have acted in exactly the same way, for, in + order to spare another man suffering and to bear the sins of another, I + have plunged an innocent woman into misery, and made myself indeed a + sinner. As soon as it is light I will go down to the oasis and confess to + Petrus and Dorothea what I have done. They will punish me, and I will + honestly help them, so that nothing of the penance that they may lay upon + me may be remitted. The less mercy I show to myself, the more will the + Eternal judge show to me.” + </p> + <p> + He rose, considered the position of the stars, and when he perceived that + morning was not far off, he prepared to return to Sirona, who was no + longer any more to him than an unhappy woman to whom he owed reparation + for much evil, when a loud cry of distress in the immediate vicinity fell + on his ear. + </p> + <p> + He mechanically stooped to pick up a stone for a weapon, and listened. He + knew every rock in the neighborhood of the spring, and when the strange + groan again made itself heard, he knew that it came from a spot which he + knew well and where he had often rested, because a large flat stone + supported by a stout pillar of granite, stood up far above the surrounding + rocks, and afforded protection from the sun, even at noonday, when not a + hand’s breath of shade was to be found elsewhere. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps some wounded beast had crept under the rock for shelter from the + rain. Paulus went cautiously forward. The groaning sounded louder and more + distinct than before, and beyond a doubt it was the voice of a human + being. + </p> + <p> + The anchorite hastily threw away the stone, fell upon his knees, and soon + found on the dry spot of ground under the stone, and in the farthermost + nook of the retreat, a motionless human form. + </p> + <p> + “It is most likely a herdsman that has been struck by lightning,” thought + he, as he felt with his hands the curly head of the sufferer, and the + strong arms that now bung down powerless. As he raised the injured man, + who still uttered low moans, and supported his head on his broad breast, + the sweet perfume of fine ointment was wafted to him from his hair, and a + fearful suspicion dawned upon his mind. + </p> + <p> + “Polykarp!” he cried, while he clasped his hands more tightly round the + body of the sufferer who, thus called upon, moved and muttered a few + unintelligible words; in a low tone, but still much too clearly for + Paulus, for he now knew for certain that he had guessed rightly. With a + loud cry of horror he grasped the youth’s powerless form, raised him in + his arms, and carried him like a child to the margin of the spring where + he laid his noble burden down in the moist grass; Polykarp started and + opened his eyes. + </p> + <p> + Morning was already dawning, the light clouds on the eastern horizon were + already edged with rosy fringes, and the coming day began to lift the dark + veil from the forms and hues of creation. + </p> + <p> + The young man recognized the anchorite, who with trembling hands was + washing the wound at the back of his head, and his eye assumed an angry + glare as he called up all his remaining strength and pushed his attendant + from him. Paulus did not withdraw, he accepted the blow from his victim as + a gift or a greeting, thinking, “Aye, and I only wish you had a dagger in + your hand; I would not resist you.” + </p> + <p> + The artist’s wound was frightfully wide and deep, but the blood had flowed + among his thick curls, and had clotted over the lacerated veins like a + thick dressing. The water with which Paulus now washed his head reopened + them, and renewed the bleeding, and after the one powerful effort with + which Polykarp pushed away his enemy, he fell back senseless in his arms + The wan morning-light added to the pallor of the bloodless countenance + that lay with glazed eyes in the anchorite’s lap. + </p> + <p> + “He is dying!” murmured Paulus in deadly anguish and with choking breath, + while he looked across the valley and up to the heights, seeking help. The + mountain rose in front of him, its majestic mass glowing in the rosy dawn, + while light translucent vapor floated round the peak where the Lord had + written His laws for His chosen people, and for all peoples, on tables of + stone; it seemed to Paulus that he saw the giant form of Moses far, far up + on its sublimest height and that from his lips in brazen tones the + strictest of all the commandments was thundered down upon him with awful + wrath, “Thou shalt not kill!” + </p> + <p> + Paulus clasped his hands before his face in silent despair, while his + victim still lay in his lap. He had closed his eyes, for he dared not look + on the youth’s pale countenance, and still less dared he look up at the + mountain; but the brazen voice from the height did not cease, and sounded + louder and louder; half beside himself with excitement, in his inward ear + he heard it still, “Thou shalt not kill!” and then again, “Thou shalt not + covet thy neighbor’s wife!” a third time, “Thou shalt not commit + adultery!” and at last a fourth, “Thou shalt have none other gods but me!” + </p> + <p> + He that sins against one of those laws is damned; and he—he had + broken them all, broken them while striving to tread the thorny path to a + life of blessedness. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly and wildly he threw his arms up to heaven, and sighing deeply, + gazed up at the sacred hill. + </p> + <p> + What was that? On the topmost peak of Sinai whence the Pharanite sentinels + were accustomed to watch the distance, a handkerchief was waving as a + signal that the enemy were approaching. + </p> + <p> + He could not be mistaken, and as in the face of approaching danger he + collected himself and recovered his powers of thought and deliberation, + his ear distinctly caught the mighty floods of stirring sound that came + over the mountain, from the brazen cymbals struck by the watchmen to warn + the inhabitants of the oasis, and the anchorites. + </p> + <p> + Was Hermas returned? Had the Blemmyes outstripped him? From what quarter + were the marauding hosts coming on? Could he venture to remain here near + his victim, or was it his duty to use his powerful arms in defence of his + helpless companions? In agonized doubt he looked down at the youth’s + pallid features, and deep, sorrowful compassion filled his mind. + </p> + <p> + How promising was this young tree of humanity that his rough fist had + broken off! and these brown curls had only yesterday been stroked by a + mother’s hand. His eyes filled with tears, and he bent as tenderly as a + father might over the pale face, and pressed a gentle kiss on the + bloodless lips of the senseless youth. A thrill of joy shot through him, + for Polykarp’s lips were indeed not cold, he moved his hand, and now—the + Lord be praised! he actually opened his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “And I am not a murderer!” A thousand voices seem to sing with joy in his + heart, and then he thought to himself, “First I will carry him down to his + parents in the oasis, and then go up to the brethren.” + </p> + <p> + But the brazen signals rang out with renewed power, and the stillness of + the holy wilderness was broken here by the clatter of men’s voices, there + by a blast of trumpets, and there again by stifled cries. It was as if a + charm had given life to the rocks and lent their voices; as if noise and + clamor were rushing like wild torrents down every gorge and cleft of the + mountainside. + </p> + <p> + “It is too late,” sighed the anchorite. “If I only could—if I only + knew—” + </p> + <p> + “Hallo! hallo! holy Paulus!” a shrill woman’s voice which seemed to come + from high up in the air rang out joyful and triumphant, interrupting the + irresolute man’s meditations, “Hermas is alive! Hermas is here again! Only + look up at the heights. There flies the standard, for he has warned the + sentinels. The Blemmyes are coming on, and he sent me to seek you. You + must come to the strong tower on the western side of the ravine. Make + haste! come at once! Do you hear? He told me to tell you. But the man in + your lap—it is—yes, it is—” + </p> + <p> + “It is your master’s son Polykarp,” Paulus called back to her. “He is hurt + unto death; hurry down to the oasis, and tell the senator, tell Dame + Dorothea—” + </p> + <p> + “I have something else to do now,” interrupted the shepherdess. “Hermas + has sent me to warn Gelasius, Psoes, and Dulas, and if I went down into + the oasis they would lock me up, and not let me come up the mountain + again. What has happened to the poor fellow? But it is all the same: there + is something else for you to do besides grieving over a hole in Polykarp’s + head. Go up to the tower, I tell you, and let him lie—or carry him + up with you into your new den, and hand him over to your sweetheart to + nurse.” + </p> + <p> + “Demon!” exclaimed Paulus, taking up a stone. + </p> + <p> + “Let him he!” repeated Miriam. “I will betray her hiding-place to + Phoebicius, if you do not do as Dermas orders you. Now I am off to call + the others, and we shall meet again at the tower. And you had better not + linger too long with your fair companion—pious Paulus—saintly + Paulus!” + </p> + <p> + And laughing loudly, she sprang away from rock to rock as if borne up by + the air. + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian looked wrathfully after her; but her advice did not seem + to be bad, he lifted the wounded man on his shoulders, and hastily carried + him up towards his cave; but before he could reach it he heard steps, and + a loud agonized scream, and in a few seconds Sirona was by his side, + crying in passionate grief, “It is he, it is he-and oh, to see him thus!—But + he must live, for if he were dead your God of Love would be inexorable, + pitiless, hard, cruel—it would be—” + </p> + <p> + She could say no more, for tears choked her voice, and Paulus, without + listening to her lamentation, passed quickly on in front of her, entered + the cave and laid the unconscious man down on the couch, saying gravely + but kindly, as Sirona threw herself on her knees and pressed the young + man’s powerless hand to her lips, “If indeed you truly love him, cease + crying and lamenting. He yesterday got a severe wound on his head; I have + washed it, now do you bind it up with care, and keep it constantly cool + with fresh water. You know your way to the spring; when he recovers his + senses rub his feet, and give him some bread and a few drops of the wine + which you will find in the little cellar hard by; there is some oil there + too, which you will need for a light. + </p> + <p> + “I must go up to the brethren, and if I do not return to-morrow, give the + poor lad over to his mother to nurse. Only tell her this, that I, Paulus, + gave him this wound in a moment of rage, and to forgive me if she can, she + and Petrus. And you too forgive me that in which I have sinned against + you, and if I should fall in the battle which awaits us, pray that the + Lord may not be too hard upon me in the day of judgment, for my sins are + great and many.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment the sound of the trumpets sounded even into the deepest + recess of the cave. Sirona started. “That is the Roman tuba,” she + exclaimed. “I know the sound—Phoebicius is coming this way.” + </p> + <p> + “He is doing his duty,” replied Paulus. “And still, one thing more. I saw + last night a ring on your hand—an onyx.” + </p> + <p> + “There it lies,” said Sirona; and she pointed to the farthest corner of + the cave, where it lay on the dusty soil. + </p> + <p> + “Let it remain there,” Paulus begged of her; he bent over the senseless + man once more to kiss his forehead, raised his hand towards Sirona in sign + of blessing, and rushed out into the open air. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. + </h2> + <p> + Two paths led over the mountain from the oasis to the sea; both followed + deep and stony gorges, one of which was named the “short cut,” because the + traveller reached his destination more quickly by that road than by + following the better road in the other ravine, which was practicable for + beasts of burden. Half-way up the height the “short cut” opened out on a + little plateau, whose western side was shut in by a high mass of rock with + steep and precipitous flanks. At the top of this rock stood a tower built + of rough blocks, in which the anchorites were wont to take refuge when + they were threatened with a descent of their foes. + </p> + <p> + The position of this castle—as the penitents proudly styled their + tower—was well-chosen, for from its summit they commanded not only + the “short cut” to the oasis, but also the narrow shell-strewn strip of + desert which divided the western declivity of the Holy Mountain from the + shore, the blue-green waters of the sea, and the distant chain of hills on + the African coast. + </p> + <p> + Whatever approached the tower, whether from afar or from the neighborhood, + was at once espied by them, and the side of the rock which was turned to + the roadway was so precipitous and smooth that it remained inaccessible + even to the natives of the desert, who, with their naked feet and sinewy + arms, could climb points which even the wild goat and the jackal made a + circuit to avoid. It was more accessible from the other side, and in order + to secure that, a very strong wall had been built, which enclosed the + level on which the castle stood in the form of a horseshoe, of which the + ends abutted on the declivity of the short road. This structure was so + roughly and inartistically heaped together that it looked as if formed by + nature rather than by the hand of man. The rough and unfinished appearance + of this wall-like heap of stones was heightened by the quantity of large + and small pieces of granite which were piled on the top of it, and which + had been collected by the anchorites, in case of an incursion, to roll and + hurl down on the invading robbers. A cistern had been dug out of the rocky + soil of the plateau which the wall enclosed, and care was taken to keep it + constantly filled with water. + </p> + <p> + Such precautions were absolutely necessary, for the anchorites were + threatened with dangers from two sides. First from the Ishmaelite hordes + of Saracens who fell upon them from the east, and secondly from the + Blemmyes, the wild inhabitants of the desert country which borders the + fertile lands of Egypt and Nubia, and particularly of the barren highlands + that part the Red Sea from the Nile valley; they crossed the sea in light + skiffs, and then poured over the mountain like a swarm of locusts. + </p> + <p> + The little stores and savings which the defenceless hermits treasured in + their caves had tempted the Blemmyes again and again, in spite of the + Roman garrison in Pharan, which usually made its appearance on the scene + of their incursion long after they had disappeared with their scanty + booty. Not many months since, the raid had been effected in which old + Stephanus had been wounded by an arrow, and there was every reason to hope + that the wild marauders would not return very soon, for Phoebicius, the + commander of the Roman maniple in the oasis, was swift and vigorous in his + office, and though he had not succeeded in protecting the anchorites from + all damage, he had followed up the Blemmyes, who fled at his approach, and + cut them off from rejoining their boats. A battle took place between the + barbarians and the Romans, not far from the coast on the desert tract + dividing the hills from the sea, which resulted in the total annihilation + of the wild tribes and gave ground to hope that such a lesson might serve + as a warning to the sons of the desert. But if hitherto the more easily + quelled promptings of covetousness had led them to cross the sea, they + were now animated by the most sacred of all duties, by the law which + required them to avenge the blood of their fathers and brothers, and they + dared to plan a fresh incursion in which they should put forth all their + resources. They were at the same time obliged to exercise the greatest + caution, and collected their forces of young men in the valleys that lay + hidden in the long range of coast-hills. + </p> + <p> + The passage of the narrow arm of the sea that parted them from Arabia + Petraea, was to be effected in the first dark night; the sun, this + evening, had set behind heavy storm-clouds that had discharged themselves + in violent rain and had obscured the light of the waning moon. So they + drew their boats and rafts down to the sea, and, unobserved by the + sentinels on the mountain who had taken shelter from the storm under their + little penthouses, they would have reached the opposite shore, the + mountain, and perhaps even the oasis, if some one had not warned the + anchorites—and that some one was Hermas. + </p> + <p> + Obedient to the commands of Paulus, the lad had appropriated three of his + friend’s gold pieces, had provided himself with a bow and arrows and some + bread, and then, after muttering a farewell to his father who was asleep + in his cave, he set out for Raithu. Happy in the sense of his strength and + manhood, proud of the task which had been set him and which he deemed + worthy of a future soldier, and cheerfully ready to fulfil it even at the + cost of his life, he hastened forward in the bright moonlight. He quitted + the path at the spot where, to render the ascent possible even to the + vigorous desert-travellers, it took a zigzag line, and clambered from rock + to rock, up and down in a direct line; when he came to a level spot he + flew on as if pursuers were at his heels. After sunrise he refreshed + himself with a morsel of food, and then hurried on again, not heeding the + heat of noon, nor that of the soft sand in which his foot sank as he + followed the line of the sea-coast. + </p> + <p> + Thus passionately hurrying onwards he thought neither of Sirona nor of his + past life—only of the hills on the farther shore and of the Blemmyes—how + he should best surprise them, and, when he had learnt their plans, how he + might recross the sea and return to his own people. At last, as he got + more and more weary, as the heat of the sun grew more oppressive, and as + the blood rushed more painfully to his heart and began to throb more + rapidly in his temples, he lost all power of thought, and that which dwelt + in his mind was no more than a dumb longing to reach his destination as + soon as possible. + </p> + <p> + It was the third afternoon when he saw from afar the palms of Raithu, and + hurried on with revived strength. Before the sun had set he had informed + the anchorite, to whom Paulus had directed him, that the Alexandrian + declined their call, and was minded to remain on the Holy Mountain. + </p> + <p> + Then Hermas proceeded to the little harbor, to bargain with the fishermen + of the place for the boat which he needed While he was talking with an old + Amalekite boatman, who, with his black-eyed sons, was arranging his nets, + two riders came at a quick pace towards the bay in which a large + merchant-ship lay at anchor, surrounded by little barks. The fisherman + pointed to it. + </p> + <p> + “It is waiting for the caravan from Petra,” he said. “There, on the + dromedary, is the emperor’s great warrior who commands the Romans in + Pharan.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas saw Phoebicius for the first time, and as he rode up towards him + and the fisherman he started; if he had followed his first impulse, he + would have turned and have taken to flight, but his clear eyes had met the + dull and searching glance of the centurion, and, blushing at his own + weakness, he stood still with his arms crossed, and proudly and defiantly + awaited the Gaul who with his companion came straight up to him. + </p> + <p> + Talib had previously seen the youth by his father’s side; he recognized + him and asked how long he had been there, and if he had come direct from + the mountain. Hermas answered him as was becoming, and understood at once + that it was not he that the centurion was seeking. + </p> + <p> + Perfectly reassured and not without curiosity he looked at the new-comer, + and a smile curled his lips as he observed that the lean old man, + exhausted by his long and hurried ride, could scarcely hold himself on his + beast, and at the same time it struck him that this pitiable old man was + the husband of the blooming and youthful Sirona. Far from feeling any + remorse for his intrusion into this man’s house, he yielded entirely to + the audacious humor with which his aspect filled him, and when Phoebicius + himself asked him as to whether he had not met on his way with a + fair-haired woman and a limping greyhound, he replied, repressing his + laughter with difficulty: + </p> + <p> + “Aye, indeed! I did see such a woman and her dog, but I do not think it + was lame.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you see her?” asked Phoebicius hastily. Hermas colored, for he + was obliged to tell an untruth, and it might be that he would do Sirona an + injury by giving false information. He therefore ventured to give no + decided answer, but enquired, “Has the woman committed some crime that you + are pursuing her?” + </p> + <p> + “A great one!” replied Talib, “she is my lord’s wife, and—” + </p> + <p> + What she has done wrong concerns me alone,’ said Phoebicius, sharply + interrupting his companion. “I hope this fellow saw better than you who + took the crying woman with a child, from Aila, for Sirona. What is your + name, boy?” + </p> + <p> + “Hermas,” answered the lad. “And who are you, pray?” + </p> + <p> + The Gaul’s lips were parted for an angry reply, but he suppressed it and + said, “I am the emperor’s centurion, and I ask you, what did the woman + look like whom you saw, and where did you meet her?” + </p> + <p> + The soldier’s fierce looks, and his captain’s words showed Hermas that the + fugitive woman had nothing good to expect if she were caught, and as he + was not in the least inclined to assist her pursuers he hastily replied, + giving the reins to his audacity, “I at any rate did not meet the person + whom you seek; the woman I saw is certainly not this man’s wife, for she + might very well be his granddaughter. She had gold hair, and a rosy face, + and the greyhound that followed her was called Iambe.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you meet her?” shrieked the centurion. + </p> + <p> + “In the fishing-village at the foot of the mountain,” replied Hermas. “She + got into a boat, and away it went!” + </p> + <p> + “Towards the north?” asked the Gaul. + </p> + <p> + “I think so,” replied Hermas, “but I do not know, for I was in a hurry, + and could not look after her.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we will try to take her in Klysma,” cried Phoebicius to the + Amalekite. “If only there were horses in this accursed desert!” + </p> + <p> + “It is four days’ journey,” said Talib considering. “And beyond Elim there + is no water before the Wells of Moses. Certainly if we could get good + dromedaries—” + </p> + <p> + “And if,” interrupted Hermas, “it were not better that you, my lord + centurion, should not go so far from the oasis. For over there they say + that the Blemmyes are gathering, and I myself am going across as a spy so + soon as it is dark.” + </p> + <p> + Phoebicius looked down gloomily considering the matter. The news had + reached him too that the sons of the desert were preparing for a new + incursion, and he cried to Talib angrily but decidedly, as he turned his + back upon Hermas, “You must ride alone to Klysma, and try to capture her. + I cannot and will not neglect my duty for the sake of the wretched woman.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas looked after him as he went away, and laughed out loud when he saw + him disappear into his inn. He hired a boat from the old man for his + passage across the sea for one of the gold pieces given him by Paulus, and + lying down on the nets he refreshed him self by a deep sleep of some + hours’ duration. When the moon rose he was roused in obedience to his + orders, and helped the boy who accompanied him, and who understood the + management of the sails and rudder, to push the boat, which was laid up on + the sand, down into the sea. Soon he was flying over the smooth and + glistening waters before a light wind, and he felt as fresh and strong in + spirit as a young eagle that has just left the nest, and spreads its + mighty wings for the first time. He could have shouted in his new and + delicious sense of freedom, and the boy at the stern shook his head in + astonishment when he saw Hermas wield the oars he had entrusted to him, + unskilfully it is true, but with mighty strokes. + </p> + <p> + “The wind is in our favor,” he called out to the anchorite as he hauled + round the sail with the rope in his hand, “we shall get on without your + working so hard. You may save your strength.” + </p> + <p> + “There is plenty of it, and I need not be stingy of it,” answered Hermas, + and he bent forward for another powerful stroke. + </p> + <p> + About half-way he took a rest, and admired the reflection of the moon in + the bright mirror of the water, and he could not but think of Petrus’ + court-yard that had shone in the same silvery light when he had climbed up + to Sirona’s window. The image of the fair, whitearmed woman recurred to + his mind, and a melancholy longing began to creep over him. + </p> + <p> + He sighed softly, again and yet again; but as his breast heaved for the + third bitter sigh, he remembered the object of his journey and his broken + fetters, and with eager arrogance he struck the oar flat on to the water + so that it spurted high up, and sprinkled the boat and him with a shower + of wet and twinkling diamond drops. He began to work the oars again, + reflecting as he did so, that he had something better to do than to think + of a woman. Indeed, he found it easy to forget Sirona completely, for in + the next few days he went through every excitement of a warrior’s life. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely two hours after his start from Raithu he was standing on the soil + of another continent, and, after finding a hiding-place for his boat, he + slipped off among the hills to watch the movements of the Blemmyes. The + very first day he went up to the valley in which they were gathering; on + the second, after being many times seen and pursued, he succeeded in + seizing a warrior who had been sent out to reconnoitre, and in carrying + him off with him; he bound him, and by heavy threats learned many things + from him. + </p> + <p> + The number of their collected enemies was great, but Hermas had hopes of + outstripping them, for his prisoner revealed to him the spot where their + boats, drawn up on shore, lay hidden under sand and stones. + </p> + <p> + As soon as it was dusk, the anchorite in his boat went towards the place + of embarkation, and when the Blemmyes, in the darkness of midnight, drew + their first bark into the water, Hermas sailed off ahead of the enemy, + landed in much danger below the western declivity of the mountain, and + hastened up towards Sinai to warn the Pharanite watchmen on the beacon. + </p> + <p> + He gained the top of the difficult peak before sunrise, roused the lazy + sentinels who had left their posts, and before they were able to mount + guard, to hoist the flags or to begin to sound the brazen cymbals, he had + hurried on down the valley to his father’s cave. + </p> + <p> + Since his disappearance Miriam had incessantly hovered round Stephanus’ + dwelling, and had fetched fresh water for the old man every morning, noon + and evening, even after a new nurse, who was clumsier and more peevish, + had taken Paulus’ place. She lived on roots, and on the bread the sick man + gave her, and at night she lay down to sleep in a deep dry cleft of the + rock that she had long known well. She quitted her hard bed before + daybreak to refill the old man’s pitcher, and to chatter to him about + Hermas. + </p> + <p> + She was a willing servant to Stephanus because as often as she went to + him, she could hear his son’s name from his lips, and he rejoiced at her + coming because she always gave him the opportunity of talking of Hermas. + </p> + <p> + For many weeks the sick man had been so accustomed to let himself be + waited on that he accepted the shepherdess’s good offices as a matter of + course, and she never attempted to account to herself for her readiness to + serve him. Stephanus would have suffered in dispensing with her, and to + her, her visits to the well and her conversations with the old man had + become a need, nay a necessity, for she still was ignorant whether Hermas + was yet alive, or whether Phoebicius had killed him in consequence of her + betrayal. Perhaps all that Stephanus told her of his son’s journey of + investigation was an invention of Paulus to spare the sick man, and + accustom him gradually to the loss of his child; and yet she was only too + willing to believe that Hermas still lived, and she quitted the + neighborhood of the cave as late as possible, and filled the sick man’s + water-jar before the sun was up, only because she said to herself that the + fugitive on his return would seek no one else so soon as his father. + </p> + <p> + She had not one really quiet moment, for if a falling stone, an + approaching footstep, or the cry of a beast broke the stillness of the + desert she at once hid herself, and listened with a beating heart; much + less from fear of Petrus her master, from whom she had run away, than in + the expectation of hearing the step of the man whom she had betrayed into + the hand of his enemy, and for whom she nevertheless painfully longed day + and night. + </p> + <p> + As often as she lingered by the spring she wetted her stubborn hair to + smooth it, and washed her face with as much zeal as if she thought she + should succeed in washing the dark hue out of her skin. And all this she + did for him, that on his return she might charm him as much as the white + woman in the oasis, whom she hated as fiercely as she loved him + passionately. + </p> + <p> + During the heavy storm of last night a torrent from the mountain-height + had shed itself into her retreat and had driven her out of it. Wet + through, shelterless, tormented by remorse, fear and longing, she had + clambered from stone to stone, and sought refuge and peace under first one + rock and then another; thus she had been attracted by the glimmer of light + that shone out of the new dwelling of the pious Paulus; she had seen and + recognized the Alexandrian, but he had not observed her as he cowered on + the ground near his hearth deeply sunk in thought. + </p> + <p> + She knew now where the excommunicated man dwelt after whom Stephanus often + asked, and she had gathered from the old man’s lamentations and dark + hints, that Paulus too had been ensnared and brought to ruin by her enemy. + </p> + <p> + As the morning-star began to pale Miriam went up to Stephanus’ cave; her + heart was full of tears, and yet she was unable to pour out her need and + suffering in a soothing flood of weeping; she was wholly possessed with a + wild desire to sink down on the earth there and die, and to be released by + death from her relentless, driving torment. But it was still too early to + disturb the old man—and yet—she must hear a human voice, one + word—even if it were a hard word—from the lips of a human + being; for the bewildering feeling of distraction which confused her mind, + and the misery of abandonment that crushed her heart, were all too cruelly + painful to be borne. + </p> + <p> + She was standing by the entrance to the cave when, high above her head, + she heard the falling of stones and the cry of a human voice. She started + and listened with out-stretched neck and strung sinews, motionless. Then + she broke suddenly into a loud and piercing shout of joy, and flinging up + her arms she flew up the mountain towards a traveller who came swiftly + down to meet her. + </p> + <p> + “Hermas! Hermas!” she shouted, and all the sunny delight of her heart was + reflected in her cry so clearly and purely that the sympathetic chords in + the young man’s soul echoed the sound, and he hailed her with joyful + welcome. + </p> + <p> + He had never before greeted her thus, and the tone of his voice revived + her poor crushed heart like a restorative draught offered by a tender hand + to the lips of the dying. Exquisite delight, and a glow of gratitude such + as she had never before felt flooded her soul, and as he was so good to + her she longed to show him that she had something to offer in return for + the gift of friendship which he offered her. So the first thing she said + to him was, “I have staid constantly near your father, and have brought + him water early and late, as much as he needed.” + </p> + <p> + She blushed as she thus for the first time praised herself to him, but + Hermas exclaimed, “That is a good girl! and I will not forget it. You are + a wild, silly thing, but I believe that you are to be relied on by those + to whom you feel kindly.” + </p> + <p> + “Only try me,” cried Miriam holding out her hand to him. He took it, and + as they went on together he said: + </p> + <p> + “Do you hear the brass? I have warned the watchmen up there; the Blemmyes + are coming. Is Paulus with my father?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but I know where he is.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you must call him,” said the young man. “Him first and then + Gelasius, and Psoes, and Dulas, and any more of the penitents that you can + find. They must all go to the castle by the ravine. Now I will go to my + father; you hurry on and show that you are to be trusted.” As he spoke he + put his arm round her waist, but she slipped shyly away, and calling out, + “I will take them all the message,” she hurried off. + </p> + <p> + In front of the cave where she had hoped to meet with Paulus she found + Sirona; she did not stop with her, but contented herself with laughing + wildly and calling out words of abuse. + </p> + <p> + Guided by the idea that she should find the Alexandrian at the nearest + well, she went on and called him, then hurrying on from cave to cave she + delivered her message in Hermas’ name, happy to serve him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. + </h2> + <p> + They were all collected behind the rough wall on the edge of the + ravine-the strange men who had turned their back on life with all its joys + and pails, its duties and its delights, on the community and family to + which they belonged, and had fled to the desert, there to strive for a + prize above and beyond this life, when they had of their own free-will + renounced all other effort. In the voiceless desert, far from the enticing + echoes of the world, it might be easy to kill every sensual impulse, to + throw off the fetters of the world, and so bring that humanity, which was + bound to the dust through sin and the flesh, nearer to the pure and + incorporate being of the Divinity. + </p> + <p> + All these men were Christians, and, like the Saviour who had freely taken + torments upon Himself to become the Redeemer, they too sought through the + purifying power of suffering to free themselves from the dross of their + impure human nature, and by severe penance to contribute their share of + atonement for their own guilt, and for that of all their race. No fear of + persecution had driven them into the desert—nothing but the hope of + gaining the hardest of victories. + </p> + <p> + All the anchorites who had been summoned to the tower were Egyptians and + Syrians, and among the former particularly there were many who, being + already inured to abstinence and penance in the service of the old gods in + their own country, now as Christians had selected as the scene of their + pious exercises the very spot where the Lord must have revealed Himself to + his elect. + </p> + <p> + At a later date not merely Sinai itself but the whole tract of Arabia + Petraea—through which, as it was said, the Jews at their exodus + under Moses had wandered—was peopled with ascetics of like mind, who + gave to their settlements the names of the resting-places of the chosen + people, as mentioned in the Scriptures; but as yet there was no connection + between the individual penitents, no order ruled their lives; they might + still be counted by tens, though ere long they numbered hundreds and + thousands. + </p> + <p> + The threat of danger had brought all these contemners of the world and of + life in stormy haste to the shelter of the tower, in spite of their + readiness to die. Only old Kosmas, who had withdrawn to the desert with + his wife—she had found a grave there—had remained in his cave, + and had declared to Gelasius, who shared his cave and who had urged him to + flight, that he was content in whatever place or whatever hour the Lord + should call him, and that it was in God’s hands to decide whether old age + or an arrow-shot should open to him the gates of heaven. + </p> + <p> + It was quite otherwise with the rest of the anchorites, who rushed through + the narrow door of the watchtower and into its inner room till it was + filled to overflowing, and Paulus, who in the presence of danger had fully + recovered his equanimity, was obliged to refuse admission to a new-comer + in order to preserve the closely packed and trembling crowd from injury. + </p> + <p> + No murrain passes from beast to beast, no mildew from fruit to fruit with + such rapidity as fear spreads from man to man. Those who had been driven + by the sharpest lashings of terror had run the fastest, and reached the + castle first. They had received those who followed them with lamentation + and outcries, and it was a pitiable sight to see how the terrified crowd, + in the midst of their loud declarations of resignation to God’s guidance + and their pious prayers, wrung their hands, and at the same time how + painfully anxious each one was to hide the little property he had saved + first from the disapproval of his companions, and then from the + covetousness of the approaching enemy. + </p> + <p> + With Paulus came Sergius and Jeremias to whom, on the way, he had spoken + words of encouragement. All three did their utmost to revive the + confidence of the terrified men, and when the Alexandrian reminded them + how zealously each of them only a few weeks since had helped to roll the + blocks and stones from the wall, and down the precipice, so as to crush + and slay the advancing enemy the feeling was strong in many of them that, + as he had already proved himself worthy in defence, it was due to him now + to make him their leader. + </p> + <p> + The number of the men who rushed out of the tower was increasing, and when + Hermas appeared with his father on his back and followed by Miriam, and + when Paulus exhorted his companions to be edified by this pathetic picture + of filial love, curiosity tempted even the last loiterers in the tower out + into the open space. + </p> + <p> + The Alexandrian sprang over the wall, went up to Stephanus, lifted him + from the shoulders of the panting youth and, taking him on his own, + carried him towards the tower; but the old warrior refused to enter the + place of refuge, and begged his friend to lay him down by the wall. Paulus + obeyed his wish and then went with Hermas to the top of the tower to spy + the distance from thence. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he had quitted him, Stephanus turned to the anchorites who + stood near him, saying, “These stones are loose, and though my strength is + indeed small still it is great enough to send one of them over with a + push. If it comes to a battle my old soldier’s eyes, dim as they are now, + may with the help of yours see many things that may be useful to you young + ones. Above all things, if the game is to be a hot one for the robbers, + one must command here whom the others will obey.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be you, father,” interrupted Salathiel the Syrian. “You have + served in Caesar’s army, and you proved your courage and knowledge of war + in the last raid. You shall command us.” + </p> + <p> + Stephanus sadly shook his head and replied, “My voice is become too weak + and low since this wound in my breast and my long illness. Not even those + who stand nearest to me would understand me in the noise of battle. Let + Paulus be your captain, for he is strong, cautious and brave.” + </p> + <p> + Many of the anchorites had long looked upon the Alexandrian as their best + stay; for many years he had enjoyed the respect of all and on a thousand + occasions had given proof of his strength and presence of mind, but at + this proposal they looked at each other in surprise, doubt and + disapproval. + </p> + <p> + Stephanus saw what was passing in their minds. + </p> + <p> + “It is true he has erred gravely,” he said. “And before God he is the + least of the least among us; but in animal strength and indomitable + courage he is superior to you all. Which of you would be willing to take + his place, if you reject his guidance.” + </p> + <p> + “Orion the Saite,” cried one of the anchorites, “is tall and strong. If he + would—” + </p> + <p> + But Orion eagerly excused himself from assuming the dangerous office, and + when Andreas and Joseph also refused with no less decision the leadership + that was offered them, Stephanus said: + </p> + <p> + “You see there is no choice left us but to be, the Alexandrian to command + us here so long as the robbers threaten us, and no longer. There he comes—shall + I ask him?” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of consent, though by no means of satisfaction, answered the old + man, and Paulus, quite carried away by his eagerness to stake his life and + blood for the protection of the weak, and fevered with a soldier’s ardor, + accepted Stephanus’ commission as a matter of course, and set to work like + a general to organize the helpless wearers of sheepskin. + </p> + <p> + Some he sent to the top of the tower to keep watch, others he charged with + the transport of the stones; to a third party he entrusted the duty of + hurling pieces of rock and blocks of stone down into the abyss in the + moment of danger; he requested the weaker brethren to assemble themselves + together, to pray for the others and to sing hymns of praise, and he + concerted signs and passwords with all; he was now here, now there, and + his energy and confidence infused themselves even into the faint-hearted. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of these arrangements Hermas took leave of him and of his + father, for he heard the Roman war-trumpets and the drums of the young + manhood of Pharan, as they marched through the short cut to meet the + enemy. He knew where the main strength of the Blemmyes lay and + communicated this knowledge to the Centurion Phoebicius and the captain of + the Pharanites. The Gaul put a few short questions to Hermas, whom he + recognized immediately, for since he had met him at the harbor of Raithu + he could not forget his eyes, which reminded him of those of Glycera; and + after receiving his hasty and decided answers he issued rapid and prudent + orders. + </p> + <p> + A third of the Pharanites were to march forward against the enemy, + drumming and trumpeting, and then retreat as far as the watch-tower as the + enemy approached over the plain. If the Blemmyes allowed themselves to be + tempted thither, a second third of the warriors of the oasis, that could + easily be in ambush in a cross-valley, were to fall on their left flank, + while Phoebicius and his maniple—hidden behind the rock on which the + castle stood—would suddenly rush out and so decide the battle. The + last third of the Pharanites had orders to destroy the ships of the + invaders under the command of Hermas, who knew the spot where they had + landed. + </p> + <p> + In the worst case the centurion and his men could retreat into the castle, + and there defend themselves till the warriors of the nearest seaports—whither + messengers were already on their way—should come to the rescue. + </p> + <p> + The Gaul’s orders were immediately obeyed, and Hermas walked at the head + of the division entrusted to him, as proud and as self-possessed as any of + Caesar’s veterans leading his legion into the field. He carried a bow and + arrows at his back, and in his hand a battleaxe that he had bought at + Raithu. + </p> + <p> + Miriam attempted to follow the troops he was leading, but he observed her, + and called out, “Go up to the fort, child, to my father.” And the + shepherdess obeyed without hesitation. + </p> + <p> + The anchorites had all crowded to the edge of the precipice, they looked + at the division of the forces, and signed and shouted down. They had hoped + that some part of the fighting men would be joined to them for their + defence, but, as they soon learned, they had hoped in vain. Stephanus, + whose feeble sight could not reach so far as the plain at the foot of the + declivity, made Paulus report to him all that was going on there, and with + the keen insight of a soldier he comprehended the centurion’s plan. The + troop led by Hermas passed by below the tower, and the youth waved and + shouted a greeting up to his father. Stephanus, whose hearing remained + sharper than his sight, recognized his son’s voice and took leave of him + with tender and loving words in as loud a voice as he could command. + Paulus collected all the overflow of the old man’s heart in one sentence, + and called out his blessings through his two hands as a speaking-trumpet, + after his friend’s son as he departed to battle. Hermas understood; but + deeply as he was touched by this farewell he answered only by dumb signs. + A father can find a hundred words of blessing sooner than a son can find + one of thanks. + </p> + <p> + As the youth disappeared behind the rocks, Paulus said, “He marches on + like an experienced soldier, and the others follow him as sheep follow a + ram. But hark!—Certainly—the foremost division of the + Pharanites and the enemy have met. The outcry comes nearer and nearer.” + </p> + <p> + “Then all will be well,” cried Stephanus excitedly. “If they only take the + bait and let themselves be drawn on to the plateau I think they are lost. + From here we can watch the whole progress of the battle, and if our side + are driven back it may easily happen that they will throw themselves into + the castle. Now not a pebble must be thrown in vain, for if our tower + becomes the central point of the struggle the defenders will need stones + to fling.” + </p> + <p> + These words were heard by several of the anchorites, and as now the + war-cries and the noise of the fight came nearer and nearer, and one and + another repeated to each other that their place of refuge would, become + the centre of the combat, the frightened penitents quitted the posts + assigned to them by Paulus, ran hither and thither in spite of the + Alexandrian’s severe prohibition, and most of them at last joined the + company of the old and feeble, whose psalms grew more and more lamentable + as danger pressed closer upon them. + </p> + <p> + Loudest of all was the wailing of the Saite Orion who cried with uplifted + bands, “What wilt Thou of us miserable creatures, O Lord? When Moses left + Thy chosen people on this very spot for only forty days, they at once fell + away from Thee; and we, we without any leader have spent all our life in + Thy service, and have given up all that can rejoice the heart, and have + taken every kind of suffering upon us to please Thee! and now these + hideous heathen are surging round us again, and will kill us. Is this the + reward of victory for our striving and our long wrestling?” + </p> + <p> + The rest joined in the lamentation of the Saite, but Paulus stepped into + their midst, blamed them for their cowardice, and with warm and urgent + speech implored them to return to their posts so that the wall might be + guarded at least on the eastern and more accessible side, and that the + castle might not fall an easy prey into the hands of an enemy from whom no + quarter was to be expected. Some of the anchorites were already proceeding + to obey the Alexandrian’s injunction, when a fearful cry, the war-cry of + the Blemmyes who were in pursuit of the Pharanites, rose from the foot of + their rock of refuge. + </p> + <p> + They crowded together again in terror; Salathiel the Syrian, had ventured + to the edge of the abyss, and had looked over old Stephanus’ shoulder down + into the hollow, and when he rushed back to his companions, crying in + terror, “Our men are flying!” + </p> + <p> + Gelasius shrieked aloud, beat his breast, and tore his rough black hair, + crying out: + </p> + <p> + “O Lord God, what wilt Thou of us? Is it vain then to strive after + righteousness and virtue that Thou givest us over unto death, and dost not + fight for us? If we are overcome by the heathen, ungodliness and brute + force will boast themselves as though they had won the victory over + righteousness and truth!” + </p> + <p> + Paulus had turned from the lamenting hermits, perplexed and beside + himself, and stood with Stephanus watching the fight. + </p> + <p> + The Blemmyes had come in great numbers, and their attack, before which the + Pharanites were to have retired as a feint, fell with such force upon the + foremost division that they and their comrades, who had rushed to their + aid on the plateau, were unable to resist it, and were driven back as far + as the spot where the ravine narrowed. + </p> + <p> + “Things are not as they should be,” said Stephanus. “And the cowardly + band, like a drove of cattle,” cried Paulus in a fury, “leave the walls + unprotected, and blaspheme God instead of watching or fighting.” + </p> + <p> + The anchorites noticed his gestures, which were indeed those of a + desperate man, and Sergius exclaimed: “Are we then wholly abandoned? Why + does not the thorn-bush light its fires, and destroy the evil-doers with + its flames? Why is the thunder silent, and where are the lightnings that + played round the peak of Sinai? + </p> + <p> + “Why does not darkness fall upon us to affright the heathen? Why does not + the earth open her mouth to swallow them up like the company of Korah?” + </p> + <p> + “The Might of God,” cried Dulas, “tarries too long. The Lord must set our + piety in a doubtful light, for He treats us as though we were unworthy of + all care.” + </p> + <p> + “And that you are!” exclaimed Paulus, who had heard the last words, and + who was dragging rather than leading the feeble Stephanus to the unguarded + eastern wall. “That you are, for instead of resisting His enemies you + blaspheme God, and disgrace yourself by your miserable cowardice. Look at + this sick old man who is prepared to defend you, and obey my orders + without a murmur, or, by the holy martyrs, I will drag you to your posts + by your hair and ears, and will—” + </p> + <p> + But he ceased speaking, for his threats were interrupted by a powerful + voice which called his name from the foot of the wall. + </p> + <p> + “That is Agapitus,” exclaimed Stephanus. “Lead me to the wall, and set me + down there.” + </p> + <p> + Before Paulus could accede to his friend’s wish the tall form of the + bishop was standing by his side. Agapitus the Cappadocian had in his youth + been a warrior; he had hardly passed the limits of middle age, and was a + vigilant captain of his congregation. When all the youth of Pharan had + gone forth to meet the Blemmyes, he had no peace in the oasis, and, after + enjoining on the presbyters and deacons that they should pray in the + church for the fighting men with the women and the men who remained + behind, he himself, accompanied by a guide and two acolytes, had gone up + the mountain to witness the battle. + </p> + <p> + To the other priests and his wife who sought to detain him, he had + answered, “Where the flock is there should the shepherd be!” + </p> + <p> + Unseen and unheard he had gained the castle-wall and had been a witness to + Paulus’ vehement speech. He now stood opposite the Alexandrian with + rolling eyes, and threateningly lifted his powerful hand as he called out + to him: + </p> + <p> + “And dare an outcast speak thus to his brethren? Will the champion of + Satan give orders to the soldiers of the Lord? It would indeed be a joy to + you if by your strong arm you could win back the good name that your soul, + crippled by sin and guilt, has flung away. Come on, my friends! the Lord + is with us and will help us.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus had let the bishop’s words pass over him in silence, and raised his + hands like the other anchorites when Agapitus stepped into their midst, + and uttered a short and urgent prayer. + </p> + <p> + After the “Amen” the bishop pointed out, like a general, to each man, even + to the feeble and aged, his place by the wall or behind the stones for + throwing, and then cried out with a clear ringing voice that sounded above + all other noise, “Show to-day that you are indeed soldiers of the Most + High.” + </p> + <p> + Not one rebelled, and when man by man each had placed himself at his post, + he went to the precipice and looked attentively down at the fight that was + raging below. + </p> + <p> + The Pharanites were now opposing the attack of the Blemmyes with success, + for Phoebicius, rushing forward with his men from their ambush, had fallen + upon the compact mass of the sons of the desert in flank and, spreading + death and ruin, had divided them into two bodies. The well-trained and + well-armed Romans seemed to have an easy task with their naked opponents, + who, in a hand to hand fight, could not avail themselves of either their + arrows or their spears. But the Blemmyes had learned to use their strength + in frequent battles with the imperial troops, and so soon as they + perceived that they were no match for their enemies in pitched battle, + their leaders set up a strange shrill cry, their ranks dissolved, and they + dispersed in all directions, like a heap of feathers strewn by a gust of + wind. + </p> + <p> + Agapitus took the hasty disappearance of the enemy for wild flight, he + sighed deeply and thankfully and turned to go down to the field of battle, + and to speak consolation to his wounded fellow-Christians. + </p> + <p> + But in the castle itself he found opportunity for exercising his pious + office, for before him stood the shepherdess whom he had already observed + on his arrival and she said with much embarrassment, but clearly and + quickly, “Old Stephanus there, my lord bishop—Hermas’ father for + whom I carry water-bids me ask you to come to him; for his wound has + reopened and he thinks his end is near.” + </p> + <p> + Agapitus immediately obeyed this call; he went with hasty steps towards + the sick man, whose wound Paulus and Orion had already bound up, and + greeted him with a familiarity that he was far from showing to the other + penitents. He had long known the former name and the fate of Stephanus, + and it was by his advice that Hermas had been obliged to join the + deputation sent to Alexandria, for Agapitus was of opinion that no one + ought to flee from the battle of life without having first taken some part + in it. + </p> + <p> + Stephanus put out his hand to the bishop who sat down beside him, signed + to the bystanders to leave them alone, and listened attentively to the + feeble words of the sufferer. When he had ceased speaking, Agapitus said: + </p> + <p> + “I praise the Lord with you for having permitted your lost wife to find + the ways that lead to Him, and your son will be—as you were once—a + valiant man of war. Your earthly house is set in order, but are you + prepared for the other, the everlasting mansion?” + </p> + <p> + “For eighteen years I have done penance, and prayed, and borne great + sufferings,” answered the sick man. “The world lies far behind me, and I + hope I am walking in the path that leads to heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “So do I hope for you and for your soul,” said the bishop. “That which it + is hardest to endure has fallen to your lot in this world, but have you + striven to forgive those who did you the bitterest wrong, and can you + pray, ‘Forgive us our sins as we forgive them that sin against us?’ Do you + remember the words, ‘If ye forgive men their trespasses your heavenly + father will also forgive you?’” + </p> + <p> + “Not only have I pardoned Glycera,” answered Stephanus, “but I have taken + her again into my heart of hearts; but the man who basely seduced her, the + wretch, who although I had done him a thousand benefits, betrayed me, + robbed me and dishonored me, I wish him—” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive him,” cried Agapitus, “as you would be forgiven.” + </p> + <p> + “I have striven these eighteen years to bless my enemy,” replied + Stephanus, “and I will still continue to strive—” + </p> + <p> + Up to this moment the bishop had devoted his whole attention to the sick + anchorite, but he was now called on all sides at once, and Gelasius, who + was standing by the declivity with some other anchorites, called out to + him, “Father—save us—the heathen there are climbing up the + rocks.” + </p> + <p> + Agapitus signed a blessing over Stephanus and then turned away from him, + saying earnestly once more, “Forgive, and heaven is open to you.” + </p> + <p> + Many wounded and dead lay on the plain, and the Pharanites were retreating + into the ravine, for the Blemmyes had not indeed fled, but had only + dispersed themselves, and then had climbed up the rocks which hemmed in + the level ground and shot their arrows at their enemies from thence. + </p> + <p> + “Where are the Romans?” Agapitus eagerly enquired of Orion. + </p> + <p> + “They are withdrawing into the gorge through which the road leads up + here,” answered the Saite. “But look! only look at these heathen! The Lord + be merciful to us! they are climbing up the cliffs like woodpeckers up a + tree.” + </p> + <p> + “The stones, fly to the stones!” cried Agapitus with flashing eyes to the + anchorites that stood by. “What is going on behind the wall there? Do you + hear? Yes that is the Roman tuba. Courage, brethren! the emperor’s + soldiers are guarding the weakest side of the castle. But look here at the + naked figures in the cleft. Bring the blocks here; set your shoulders + stoutly to it, Orion! one more push, Salathiel! There it goes, it crashes + down if only it does not stick in the rift! No! thank God, it has bounded + off-that was a leap! Well done—there were six enemies of the Lord + destroyed at once.” + </p> + <p> + “I see three more yonder,” cried Orion. “Come here, Damianus, and help + me.” + </p> + <p> + The man he called rushed forward with several others, and the first + success raised the courage of the anchorites so rapidly and wonderfully + that the bishop soon found it difficult to restrain their zeal, and to + persuade them to be sparing with the precious missiles. + </p> + <p> + While, under the direction of Agapitus stone after stone was hurled + clattering over the steep precipice down upon the Blemmyes, Paulus sat by + the sick man, looking at the ground. + </p> + <p> + “You are not helping them?” asked Stephanus. “Agapitus is right,” replied + the Alexandrian. “I have much to expiate, and fighting brings enjoyment. + How great enjoyment I can understand by the torture it is to me to sit + still. The bishop blessed you affectionately.” + </p> + <p> + “I am near the goal,” sighed Stephanus, “and he promises me the joys of + heaven if I only forgive him who stole my wife from me. He is + forgiven-yes, all is forgiven him, and may everything that he undertakes + turn to good; yea, and nothing turn to evil—only feel how my heart + throbs, it is rallying its strength once more before it utterly ceases to + beat. When it is all over repeat to Hermas everything that I have told + you, and bless him a thousand, thousand times in my name and his mother’s; + but never, never tell him that in an hour of weakness she ran away with + that villain—that man, that miserable man I mean—whom I + forgive. Give Hermas this ring, and with it the letter that you will find + under the dry herbs on the couch in my cave; they will secure him a + reception from his uncle, who will also procure him a place in the army, + for my brother is in high favor with Caesar. Only listen how Agapitus + urges on our men; they are fighting bravely there; that is the Roman tuba. + Attend to me—the maniple will occupy the castle and shoot down on + the heathen from hence; when they come carry me into the tower. I am weak + and would fain collect my thoughts, and pray once more that I may find + strength to forgive the man not with my lips only.” + </p> + <p> + “Down there see—there come the Romans,” cried Paulus interrupting + him. “Here, up here!” he called down to the men, “The steps are more to + the left.” + </p> + <p> + “Here we are,” answered a sharp voice. “You stay there, you people, on + that projection of rock, and keep your eye on the castle. If any danger + threatens call me with the trumpet. I will climb up, and from the top of + the tower there I can see where the dogs come from.” + </p> + <p> + During this speech Stephanus had looked down and listened; when a few + minutes later the Gaul reached the wall and called out to the men inside, + “Is there no one there who will give me a hand?” he turned to Paulus, + saying, “Lift me up and support me—quick!” + </p> + <p> + With an agility that astonished the Alexandrian, Stephanus stood upon his + feet, leaned over the wall towards the centurion—who had climbed as + far as the outer foot of it, looked him in the face with eager attention, + shuddered violently, and repressing his feelings with the utmost effort + offered him his lean hand to help him. + </p> + <p> + “Servianus!” cried the centurion, who was greatly shocked by such a + meeting and in such a place, and who, struggling painfully for composure, + stared first at the old man and then at Paulus. + </p> + <p> + Not one of the three succeeded in uttering a word; but Stephanus’ eyes + were fixed on the Gaul’s features, and the longer he looked at him the + hollower grew his cheeks and the paler his lips; at the same time he still + held out his hand to the other, perhaps in token of forgiveness. + </p> + <p> + So passed a long minute. Then Phoebicius recollected that he had climbed + the wall in the emperor’s service, and stamping with impatience at himself + he took the old man’s hand in a hasty grasp. But scarcely had Stephanus + felt the touch of the Gaul’s fingers when he started as struck by + lightning, and flung himself with a hoarse cry on his enemy who was + hanging on the edge of the wall. + </p> + <p> + Paulus gazed in horror at the frightful scene, and cried aloud with + fervent unction, “Let him go—forgive that heaven may forgive you.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven! what is heaven, what is forgiveness!” screamed the old man. “He + shall be damned.” Before the Alexandrian could hinder him, the loose stone + over which the enemies were wrestling in breathless combat gave way, and + both were hurled into the abyss with the falling rock. + </p> + <p> + Paulus groaned from the lowest depth of his breast and murmured while the + tears ran down his cheeks, “He too has fought the fight, and he too has + striven in vain.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. + </h2> + <p> + The fight was ended; the sun as it went to its rest behind the Holy + Mountain had lighted many corpses of Blemmyes, and now the stars shone + down on the oasis from the clear sky. + </p> + <p> + Hymns of praise sounded out of the church, and near it, under the hill + against which it was built, torches were blazing and threw their ruddy + light on a row of biers, on which under green palm-branches lay the heroes + who had fallen in the battle against the Blemmyes. Now the hymn ceased, + the gates of the house of God opened and Agapitus led his followers + towards the dead. The congregation gathered in a half-circle round their + peaceful brethren, and heard the blessing that their pastor pronounced + over the noble victims who had shed their blood in fighting the heathen. + When it was ended those who in life had been their nearest and dearest + went up to the dead, and many tears fell into the sand from the eye of a + mother or a wife, many a sigh went up to heaven from a father’s breast. + Next to the bier, on which old Stephanus was resting, stood another and a + smaller one, and between the two Hermas knelt and wept. He raised his + face, for a deep and kindly voice spoke his name. + </p> + <p> + “Petrus,” said the lad, clasping the hand that the senator held out to + him, “I felt forced and driven out into the world, and away from my father—and + now he is gone for ever how gladly I would have been kept by him.” + </p> + <p> + “He died a noble death, in battle for those he loved,” said the senator + consolingly, + </p> + <p> + “Paulus was near him when he fell,” replied Hermas. “My father fell from + the wall while defending the tower; but look here this girl—poor + child—who used to keep your goats, died like a heroine. Poor, wild + Miriam, how kind I would be to you if only you were alive now!” + </p> + <p> + Hermas as he spoke stroked the arm of the shepherdess, pressed a kiss on + her small, cold hand, and softly folded it with the other across her + bosom. + </p> + <p> + “How did the girl get into the battle with the men?” asked Petrus. “But + you can tell me that in my own house. Come and be our guest as long as it + pleases you, and until you go forth into the world; thanks are due to you + from us all.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas blushed and modestly declined the praises which were showered on + him on all sides as the savior of the oasis. When the wailing women + appeared he knelt once more at the head of his father’s bier, cast a last + loving look at Miriam’s peaceful face, and then followed his host. + </p> + <p> + The man and boy crossed the court together. Hermas involuntarily glanced + up at the window where more than once he had seen Sirona, and said, as he + pointed to the centurion’s house, “He too fell.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus nodded and opened the door of his house. In the hall, which was + lighted up, Dorothea came hastily to meet him, asking, “No news yet of + Polykarp?” + </p> + <p> + Her husband shook his head, and she added, “How indeed is it possible? He + will write at the soonest from Klysma or perhaps even from Alexandria.” + </p> + <p> + “That is just what I think,” replied Petrus, looking down to the ground. + Then he turned to Hermas and introduced him to his wife. + </p> + <p> + Dorothea received the young man with warm sympathy; she had heard that his + father had fallen in the fight, and how nobly he too had distinguished + himself. Supper was ready, and Hermas was invited to share it. The + mistress gave her daughter a sign to make preparations for their guest, + but Petrus detained Marthana, and said, “Hermas may fill Antonius’ place; + he has still something to do with some of the workmen. Where are Jethro + and the house-slaves?” + </p> + <p> + “They have already eaten,” said Dorothea. + </p> + <p> + The husband and wife looked at each other, and Petrus said with a + melancholy smile, “I believe they are up on the mountain.” + </p> + <p> + Dorothea wiped a tear from her eye as she replied, “They will meet + Antonius there. If only they could find Polykarp! And yet I honestly say—not + merely to comfort you—it is most probable that he has not met with + any accident in the mountain gorges, but has gone to Alexandria to escape + the memories that follow him here at every step—Was not that the + gate?” + </p> + <p> + She rose quickly and looked into the court, while Petrus, who had followed + her, did the same, saying with a deep sigh, as he turned to Marthana—who, + while she offered meat and bread to Hermas was watching her parents—“It + was only the slave Anubis.” + </p> + <p> + For some time a painful silence reigned round the large table, to-day so + sparely furnished with guests. + </p> + <p> + At last Petrus turned to his guest and said, “You were to tell me how the + shepherdess Miriam lost her life in the struggle. She had run away from + our house—” + </p> + <p> + “Up the mountain,” added Hermas. “She supplied my poor father with water + like a daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, mother,” interrupted Marthana, “she was not bad-hearted—I + always said so.” + </p> + <p> + “This morning,” continued Hermas, nodding in sad assent to the maiden, + “she followed my father to the castle, and immediately after his fall, + Paulus told me, she rushed away from it, but only to seek me and to bring + me the sad news. We had known each other a long time, for years she had + watered her goats at our well, and while I was still quite a boy and she a + little girl, she would listen for hours when I played on my willow pipe + the songs which Paulus had taught me. As long as I played she was + perfectly quiet, and when I ceased she wanted to hear more and still more, + until I had too much of it and went away. Then she would grow angry, and + if I would not do her will she would scold me with bad words. But she + always came again, and as I had no other companion and she was the only + creature who cared to listen to me, I was very well-content that she + should prefer our well to all the others. Then we grew order and I began + to be afraid of her, for she would talk in such a godless way—and + she even died a heathen. Paulus, who once overheard us, warned me against + her, and as I had long thrown away the pipe and hunted beasts with my bow + and arrow whenever my father would let me, I was with her for shorter + intervals when I went to the well to draw water, and we became more and + more strangers; indeed, I could be quite hard to her. Only once after I + came back from the capital something happened—but that I need not + tell you. The poor child was so unhappy at being a slave and no doubt had + first seen the light in a free-house. + </p> + <p> + “She was fond of me, more than a sister is of a brother—and when my + father was dead she felt that I ought not to learn the news from any one + but herself. She had seen which way I had gone with the Pharanites and + followed me up, and she soon found me, for she had the eyes of a gazelle + and the ears of a startled bird. It was not this time difficult to find + me, for when she sought me we were fighting with the Blemmyes in the green + hollow that leads from the mountain to the sea. They roared with fury like + wild beasts, for before we could get to the sea the fishermen in the + little town below had discovered their boats, which they had hidden under + sand and stones, and had carried them off to their harbor. The boy from + Raithu who accompanied me, had by my orders kept them in sight, and had + led the fishermen to the hiding-place. The watchmen whom they had left + with the boats had fled, and had reached their companions who were + fighting round the castle; and at least two hundred of them had been sent + back to the shore to recover possession of the boats and to punish the + fishermen. This troop met us in the green valley, and there we fell to + fighting. + </p> + <p> + “The Blemmyes outnumbered us; they soon surrounded us before and behind, + on the right side and on the left, for they jumped and climbed from rock + to rock like mountain goats and then shot down their reed-arrows from + above. Three or four touched me, and one pierced my hair and remained + hanging in it with the feather at the end of the shaft. + </p> + <p> + “How the battle went elsewhere I cannot tell you, for the blood mounted to + my head, and I was only conscious that I myself snorted and shouted like a + madman and wrestled with the heathen now here and now there, and more than + once lifted my axe to cleave a skull. At the same time I saw a part of our + men turn to fly, and I called them back with furious words; then they + turned round and followed me again. + </p> + <p> + “Once, in the midst of the struggle, I saw Miriam too, clinging pale and + trembling to a rock and looking on at the fight. I shouted to her to leave + the spot, and go back to my father, but she stood still and shook her head + with a gesture—a gesture so full of pity and anguish—I shall + never forget it. With hands and eyes she signed to me that my father was + dead, and I understood; at least I understood that some dreadful + misfortune had happened. I had no time for reflection, for before I could + gain any certain information by word of mouth, a captain of the heathen + had seized me, and we came to a life and death struggle before Miriam’s + very eyes. My opponent was strong, but I showed the girl—who had + often taunted me for being a weakling because I obeyed my father in + everything—that I need yield to no one. I could not have borne to be + vanquished before her and I flung the heathen to the ground and slew him + with my axe. I was only vaguely conscious of her presence, for during my + severe struggle I could see nothing but my adversary. But suddenly I heard + a loud scream, and Miriam sank bleeding close before me. While I was + kneeling over his comrade one of the Blemmyes had crept up to me, and had + flung his lance at me from a few paces off. But Miriam—Miriam—” + </p> + <p> + “She saved you at the cost of her own life,” said Petrus completing the + lad’s sentence, for at the recollection of the occurrence his voice had + failed and his eyes overflowed with tears. + </p> + <p> + Hermas nodded assent, and then added softly: “She threw up her arms and + called my name as the spear struck her. The eldest son of Obedianus + punished the heathen that had done it, and I supported her as she fell + dying and took her curly head on my knees and spoke her name; she opened + her eyes once more, and spoke mine softly and with indescribable + tenderness. I had never thought that wild Miriam could speak so sweetly, I + was overcome with terrible grief, and kissed her eyes and her lips. She + looked at me once more with a long, wide-open, blissful gaze, and then she + was dead.” + </p> + <p> + “She was a heathen,” said Dorothea, drying her eyes, “but for such a death + the Lord will forgive her much.” + </p> + <p> + “I loved her dearly,” said Marthana, “and will lay my sweetest flowers on + her grave. May I cut some sprays from your blooming myrtle for a wreath?” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow, to-morrow, my child,” replied Dorothea. “Now go to rest; it is + already very late.” + </p> + <p> + “Only let me stay till Antonius and Jethro come back,” begged the girl. + </p> + <p> + “I would willingly help you to find your son,” said Hermas, “and if you + wish I will go to Raithu and Klysma, and enquire among the fishermen. Had + the centurion—” and as he spoke the young soldier looked down in + some embarrassment, “had the centurion found his fugitive wife of whom he + was in pursuit with Talib, the Amalekite, before he died?” + </p> + <p> + “Sirona has not yet reappeared,” replied Petrus, “and perhaps—but + just now you mentioned the name of Paulus, who was so dear to you and your + father. Do you know that it was he who so shamelessly ruined the domestic + peace of the centurion?” + </p> + <p> + “Paulus!” cried Hermas. “How can you believe it?” + </p> + <p> + “Phoebicius found his sheepskin in his wife’s room,” replied Petrus + gravely. “And the impudent Alexandrian recognized it as his own before us + all and allowed the Gaul to punish him. He committed the disgraceful deed + the very evening that you were sent off to gain intelligence.” + </p> + <p> + “And Phoebicius flogged him?” cried Hermas beside himself. “And the poor + fellow bore this disgrace and your blame, and all—all for my sake. + Now I understand what he meant! I met him after the battle and he told me + that my father was dead. When he parted from me, he said he was of all + sinners the greatest, and that I should hear it said down in the oasis. + But I know better; he is great-hearted and good, and I will not bear that + he should be disgraced and slandered for my sake.” Hermas had sprung up + with these words, and as he met the astonished gaze of his hosts, he tried + to collect himself, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Paulus never even saw Sirona, and I repeat it, if there is a man who may + boast of being good and pure and quite without sin, it is he. For me, and + to save me from punishment and my father from sorrow, he owned a sin that + he never committed. Such a deed is just like him—the brave—faithful + friend! But such shameful suspicion and disgrace shall not weigh upon him + a moment longer!” + </p> + <p> + “You are speaking to an older man,” said Petrus angrily interrupting the + youth’s vehement speech. “Your friend acknowledged with his own lips—” + </p> + <p> + “Then he told a lie out of pure goodness,” Hermas insisted. “The sheepskin + that the Gaul found was mine. I had gone to Sirona, while her husband was + sacrificing to Mithras, to fetch some wine for my father, and she allowed + me to try on the centurion’s armor; when he unexpectedly returned I leaped + out into the street and forgot that luckless sheepskin. Paulus met me as I + fled, and said he would set it all right, and sent me away—to take + my place and save my father a great trouble. Look at me as severely as you + will, Dorothea, but it was only in thoughtless folly that I slipped into + the Gaul’s house that evening, and by the memory of my father—of + whom heaven has this day bereft me—I swear that Sirona only amused + herself with me as with a boy, a child, and even refused to let me kiss + her beautiful golden hair. As surely as I hope to become a warrior, and as + surely as my father’s spirit hears what I say, the guilt that Paulus took + upon himself was never committed at all, and when you condemned Sirona you + did an injustice, for she never broke her faith to her husband for me, nor + still less for Paulus.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus and Dorothea exchanged a meaning glance, and Dorothea said: + </p> + <p> + “Why have we to learn all this from the lips of a stranger? It sounds very + extraordinary, and yet how simple! Aye, husband, it would have become us + better to guess something of this than to doubt Sirona. From the first it + certainly seemed to me impossible that that handsome woman, for whom quite + different people had troubled themselves should err for this queer beggar—” + </p> + <p> + “What cruel injustice has fallen on the poor man!” cried Petrus. “If he + had boasted of some noble deed, we should indeed have been less ready to + give him credence.” + </p> + <p> + “We are suffering heavy punishment,” sighed Dorothea, “and my heart is + bleeding. Why did you not come to us, Hermas, if you wanted wine? How much + suffering would have been spared if you had!” + </p> + <p> + The lad looked down, and was silent; but soon he recollected himself, and + said eagerly: + </p> + <p> + “Let me go and seek the hapless Paulus; I return you thanks for your + kindness but I cannot bear to stay here any longer. I must go back to the + mountain.” + </p> + <p> + The senator and his wife did not detain him, and when the court-yard gate + had closed upon him a great stillness reigned in Petrus’ sitting-room. + Dorothea leaned far back in her seat and sat looking in her lap while the + tears rolled over her cheeks; Marthana held her hand and stroked it, and + the senator stepped to the window and sighed deeply as he looked down into + the dark court. Sorrow lay on all their hearts like a heavy leaden burden. + All was still in the spacious room, only now and then a loud, long-drawn + cry of the wailing women rang through the quiet night and reached them + through the open window; it was a heavy hour, rich in vain, but silent + self-accusation, in anxiety, and short prayers; poor in hope or + consolation. + </p> + <p> + Presently Petrus heaved a deep sigh, and Dorothea rose to go up to him and + to say to him some sincere word of affection; but just then the dogs in + the yard barked, and the agonized father said softly—in deep + dejection, and prepared for the worst: + </p> + <p> + “Most likely it is they.” + </p> + <p> + The deaconess pressed his hand in hers, but drew back when a light tap was + heard at the court-yard gate. “It is not Jethro and Antonius.” said + Petrus, “they have a key.” + </p> + <p> + Marthana had gone up to him, and she clung to him as he leaned far out of + the window and called to whoever it was that had tapped: + </p> + <p> + “Who is that knocking?” + </p> + <p> + The dogs barked so loud that neither the senator nor the women were able + to hear the answer which seemed to be returned. + </p> + <p> + “Listen to Argus,” said Dorothea, “he never howls like that, but when you + come home or one of us, or when he is pleased.” + </p> + <p> + Petrus laid his finger on his lips and sounded a clear, shrill whistle, + and as the dogs, obedient to this signal, were silent, he once more called + out, “Whoever you may be, say plainly who you are, that I may open the + gate.” + </p> + <p> + They were kept waiting some few minutes for the answer, and the senator + was on the point of repeating his enquiry, when a gentle voice timidly + came from the gate to the window, saying, “It is I, Petrus, the fugitive + Sirona.” Hardly had the words tremulously pierced the silence, when + Marthana broke from her father, whose hand was resting on her shoulder, + and flew out of the door, down the steps and out to the gate. + </p> + <p> + “Sirona; poor, dear Sirona,” cried the girl as she pushed back the bolt; + as soon as she had opened the door and Sirona had entered the court, she + threw herself on her neck, and kissed and stroked her as if she were her + long lost sister found again; then, without allowing her to speak, she + seized her hand and drew her—in spite of the slight resistance she + offered—with many affectionate exclamations up the steps and into + the sitting-room. Petrus and Dorothea met her on the threshold, and the + latter pressed her to her heart, kissed her forehead and said, “Poor + woman; we know now that we have done you an injustice, and will try to + make it good.” The senator too went up to her, took her hand and added his + greetings to those of his wife, for he knew not whether she had as yet + heard of her husband’s end. + </p> + <p> + Sirona could not find a word in reply. She had expected to be expelled as + a castaway when she came down the mountain, losing her way in the + darkness. Her sandals were cut by the sharp rocks, and hung in strips to + her bleeding feet, her beautiful hair was tumbled by the night-wind, and + her white robe looked like a ragged beggar’s garment, for she had torn it + to make bandages for Polykarp’s wound. + </p> + <p> + Some hours had already passed since she had left her patient—her + heart full of dread for him and of anxiety as to the hard reception she + might meet with from his parents. + </p> + <p> + How her hand shook with fear of Petrus and Dorothea as she raised the + brazen knocker of the senator’s door, and now—a father, a mother, a + sister opened their arms to her, and an affectionate home smiled upon her. + Her heart and soul overflowed with boundless emotion and unlimited + thankfulness, and weeping loudly, she pressed her clasped hands to her + breast. + </p> + <p> + But she spared only a few moments for the enjoyment of these feelings of + delight, for there was no happiness for her without Polykarp, and it was + for his sake that she had undertaken this perilous night-journey. Marthana + had tenderly approached her, but she gently put her aside, saying, “Not + just now, dear girl. I have already wasted an hour, for I lost my way in + the ravines. Get ready Petrus to come back to the mountain with me at + once, for—but do not be startled Dorothea, Paulus says that the + worst danger is over, and if Polykarp—” + </p> + <p> + “For God’s sake, do you know where he is?” cried Dorothea, and her cheeks + crimsoned while Petrus turned pale, and, interrupting her, asked in + breathless anxiety, “Where is Polykarp, and what has happened to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Prepare yourself to hear bad news,” said Sirona, looking at the pair with + mournful anxiety as if to crave their pardon for the evil tidings she was + obliged to bring. “Polykarp had a fall on a sharp stone and so wounded his + head. Paulus brought him to me this morning before he set out against the + Blemmyes, that I might nurse him. I have incessantly cooled his wound, and + towards mid-day he opened his eyes and knew me again, and said you would + be anxious about him. After sundown he went to sleep, but he is not wholly + free from fever, and as soon as Paulus came in I set out to quiet your + anxiety and to entreat you to give me a cooling potion, that I may return + to him with it at once.” The deepest sorrow sounded in Sirona’s accents as + she told her story, and tears had started to her eyes as she related to + the parents what had befallen their son. Petrus and Dorothea listened as + to a singer, who, dressed indeed in robes of mourning, nevertheless sings + a lay of return and hope to a harp wreathed with flowers. + </p> + <p> + “Quick, quick, Marthana,” cried Dorothea eagerly and with sparkling eyes, + before Sirona had ended. “Quick, the basket with the bandages. I will mix + the fever-draught myself.” Petrus went up to the Gaulish woman. + </p> + <p> + “It is really no worse than you represent?” he asked in a low voice. “He + is alive? and Paulus—” + </p> + <p> + “Paulus says,” interrupted Sirona, “that with good nursing the sick man + will be well in a few weeks.” + </p> + <p> + “And you can lead me to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, alas! alas!” Sirona cried, striking her hand against her forehead. “I + shall never succeed in finding my way back, for I noticed no way-marks! + But stay—Before us a penitent from Memphis, who has been dead a few + weeks—” + </p> + <p> + “Old Serapion?” asked Petrus. + </p> + <p> + “That was his name,” exclaimed Sirona. “Do you know his cave?” + </p> + <p> + “How should I?” replied Petrus. “But perhaps Agapitus—” + </p> + <p> + “The spring where I got the water to cool Polykarp’s wound, Paulus calls + the partridge’s-spring.” + </p> + <p> + “The partridge’s-spring,” repeated the senator, “I know that.” With a deep + sigh he took his staff, and called to Dorothea, “Do you prepare the + draught, the bandages, torches, and your good litter, while I knock at our + neighbor Magadon’s door, and ask him to lend us slaves.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me go with you,” said Marthana. “No, no; you stay here with your + mother.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you think that I can wait here?” asked Dorothea. “I am going with + you.” + </p> + <p> + “There is much here for you to do,” replied Petrus evasively, “and we must + climb the hill quickly.” + </p> + <p> + “I should certainly delay you,” sighed the mother, “but take the girl with + you; she has a light and lucky hand.” + </p> + <p> + “If you think it best,” said the senator, and he left the room. + </p> + <p> + While the mother and daughter prepared everything for the + night-expedition, and came and went, they found time to put many questions + and say many affectionate words to Sirona. Marthana, even without + interrupting her work, set food and drink for the weary woman on the table + by which she had sunk on a seat; but she hardly moistened her lips. + </p> + <p> + When the young girl showed her the basket that she had filled with + medicine and linen bandages, with wine and pure water, Sirona said, “Now + lend me a pair of your strongest sandals, for mine are all torn, and I + cannot follow the men without shoes, for the stones are sharp, and cut + into the flesh.” + </p> + <p> + Marthana now perceived for the first time the blood on her friend’s feet, + she quickly took the lamp from the table and placed it on the pavement, + exclaiming, as she knelt down in front of Sirona and took her slender + white feet in her hand to look at the wounds on the soles, “Good heavens! + here are three deep cuts!” + </p> + <p> + In a moment she had a basin at hand, and was carefully bathing the wounds + in Sirona’s feet; while she was wrapping the injured foot in strips of + linen Dorothea came up to them. + </p> + <p> + “I would,” she said, “that Polykarp were only here now, this roll would + suffice to bind you both.” A faint flush overspread Sirona’s cheeks, but + Dorothea was suddenly conscious of what she had said, and Marthana gently + pressed her friend’s hand. + </p> + <p> + When the bandage was securely fixed, Sirona attempted to walk, but she + succeeded so badly that Petrus, who now came back with his friend Magadon + and his sons, and several slaves, found it necessary to strictly forbid + her to accompany them. He felt sure of finding his son without her, for + one of Magadon’s people had often carried bread and oil to old Serapion + and knew his cave. + </p> + <p> + Before the senator and his daughter left the room he whispered a few words + to his wife, and together they went up to Sirona. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” he asked, “what has happened to your husband?” + </p> + <p> + Sirona nodded. “I heard it from Paulus,” she answered. “Now I am quite + alone in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so,” replied Petrus. “You will find shelter and love under our roof + as if it were your father’s, so long as it suits you to stay with us. You + need not thank us—we are deeply in your debt. Farewell till we meet + again wife. I would Polykarp were safe here, and that you had seen his + wound. Come, Marthana, the minutes are precious.” + </p> + <p> + When Dorothea and Sirona were alone, the deaconess said, “Now I will go + and make up a bed for you, for you must be very tired.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no!” begged Sirona. “I will wait and watch with you, for I certainly + could not sleep till I know how it is with him.” She spoke so warmly and + eagerly that the deaconess gratefully offered her hand to her young + friend. Then she said, “I will leave you alone for a few minutes, for my + heart is so full of anxiety that I must needs go and pray for help for + him, and for courage and strength for myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Take me with you,” entreated Sirona in a low tone. “In my need I opened + my heart to your good and loving God, and I will never more pray to any + other. The mere thought of Him strengthened and comforted me, and now, if + ever, in this hour I need His merciful support.” + </p> + <p> + “My child, my daughter!” cried the deaconess, deeply moved; she bent over + Sirona, kissed her forehead and her lips, and led her by the hand into her + quiet sleeping-room. + </p> + <p> + “This is the place where I most love to pray,” she said, “although there + is here no image and no altar. My God is everywhere present and in every + place I can find Him.” + </p> + <p> + The two women knelt down side by side, and both besought the same God for + the same mercies—not for themselves, but for another; and both in + their sorrow could give thanks—Sirona, because in Dorothea she had + found a mother, and Dorothea, because in Sirona she had found a dear and + loving daughter. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. + </h2> + <p> + Paulus was sitting in front of the cave that had sheltered Polykarp and + Sirona, and he watched the torches whose light lessened as the bearers + went farther and farther towards the valley. They lighted the way for the + wounded sculptor, who was being borne home to the oasis, lying in his + mother’s easy litter, and accompanied by his father and his sister. + </p> + <p> + “Yet an hour,” thought the anchorite, “and the mother will have her son + again, yet a week and Polykarp will rise from his bed, yet a year and he + will remember nothing of yesterday but a scar—and perhaps a kiss + that he pressed on the Gaulish woman’s rosy lips. I shall find it harder + to forget. The ladder which for so many years I had labored to construct, + on which I thought to scale heaven, and which looked to me so lofty and so + safe, there it lies broken to pieces, and the hand that struck it down was + my own weakness. It would almost seem as if this weakness of mine had more + power than what we call moral strength for that which it took the one + years to build up, was wrecked by the other in a’ moment. In weakness only + am I a giant.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus shivered at these words, for he was cold. Early in that morning + when he had taken upon himself Hermas’ guilt he had abjured wearing his + sheepskin; now his body, accustomed to the warm wrap, suffered severely, + and his blood coursed with fevered haste through his veins since the + efforts, night-watches, and excitement of the last few days. He drew his + little coat close around him with a shiver and muttered, “I feel like a + sheep that has been shorn in midwinter, and my head burns as if I were a + baker and had to draw the bread out of the oven; a child might knock me + down, and my eyes are heavy. I have not even the energy to collect my + thoughts for a prayer, of which I am in such sore need. My goal is + undoubtedly the right one, but so soon as I seem to be nearing it, my + weakness snatches it from me, as the wind swept back the fruit-laden + boughs which Tantalus, parched with thirst, tried to grasp. I fled from + the world to this mountain, and the world has pursued me and has flung its + snares round my feet. I must seek a lonelier waste in which I may be alone—quite + alone with my God and myself. There, perhaps I may find the way I seek, if + indeed the fact that the creature that I call ‘I,’ in which the whole + world with all its agitations in little finds room—and which will + accompany me even there—does not once again frustrate all my labor. + He who takes his Self with him into the desert, is not alone.” + </p> + <p> + Paulus sighed deeply and then pursued his reflections: “How puffed up with + pride I was after I had tasted the Gaul’s rods in place of Hermas, and + then I was like a drunken man who falls down stairs step by step. And poor + Stephanus too had a fall when he was so near the goal! He failed in + strength to forgive, and the senator who has just now left me, and whose + innocent son I had so badly hurt, when we parted forgivingly gave me his + hand. I could see that he did forgive me with all his heart, and this + Petrus stands in the midst of life, and is busy early and late with mere + worldly affairs.” + </p> + <p> + For a time he looked thoughtfully before him, and then he went on in his + soliloquy, “What was the story that old Serapion used to tell? In the + Thebaid there dwelt a penitent who thought he led a perfectly saintly life + and far transcended all his companions in stern virtue. Once he dreamed + that there was in Alexandria a man even more perfect than himself; Phabis + was his name, and he was a shoemaker, dwelling in the White road near the + harbor of Kibotos. The anchorite at once went to the capital and found the + shoemaker, and when he asked him, ‘How do you serve the Lord? How do you + conduct your life?’ Phabis looked at him in astonishment. ‘I? well, my + Saviour! I work early and late, and provide for my family, and pray + morning and evening in few words for the whole city.’ Petrus, it seems to + me, is such an one as Phabis; but many roads lead to God, and we—and + I—” + </p> + <p> + Again a cold shiver interrupted his meditation, and as morning approached + the cold was so keen that he endeavored to light a fire. While he was + painfully blowing the charcoal Hermas came up to him. + </p> + <p> + He had learned from Polykarp’s escort where Paulus was to be found, and as + he stood opposite his friend he grasped his hand, stroked his rough hair + and thanked him with deep and tender emotion for the great sacrifice he + had made for him when he had taken upon himself the dishonoring punishment + of his fault. + </p> + <p> + Paulus declined all pity or thanks, and spoke to Hermas of his father and + of his future, until it was light, and the young man prepared to go down + to the oasis to pay the last honors to the dead. To his entreaty that he + would accompany him, Paulus only answered: + </p> + <p> + “No—no; not now, not now; for if I were to mix with men now I should + fly asunder like a rotten wineskin full of fermenting wine; a swarm of + bees is buzzing in my head, and an ant-hill is growing in my bosom. Go now + and leave me alone.” + </p> + <p> + After the funeral ceremony Hermas took an affectionate leave of Agapitus, + Petrus, and Dorothea, and then returned to the Alexandrian, with whom he + went to the cave where he had so long lived with his dead father. + </p> + <p> + There Paulus delivered to him his father’s letter to his uncle, and spoke + to him more lovingly than he had ever done before. At night they both lay + down on their beds, but neither of them found rest or sleep. + </p> + <p> + From time to time Paulus murmured in a low voice, but in tones of keen + anguish, “In vain—all in vain—” and again, “I seek, I seek—but + who can show me the way?” + </p> + <p> + They both rose before daybreak; Hermas went once more down to the well, + knelt down near it, and felt as though he were bidding farewell to his + father and Miriam. + </p> + <p> + Memories of every kind rose up in his soul, and so mighty is the + glorifying power of love that the miserable, brown-skinned shepherdess + Miriam seemed to him a thousand-fold more beautiful than that splendid + woman who filled the soul of a great artist with delight. + </p> + <p> + Shortly after sunrise Paulus conducted him to the fishing-port, and to the + Israelite friend who managed the business of his father’s house; he caused + him to be bountifully supplied with gold and accompanied him to the ship + laden with charcoal, that was to convey hire to Klysma. + </p> + <p> + The parting was very painful to him, and when Hermas saw his eyes full of + tears and felt his hands tremble, he said, “Do not be troubled about me, + Paulus; we shall meet again, and I will never forget you and my father.” + </p> + <p> + “And your mother,” added the anchorite. “I shall miss you sorely, but + trouble is the very thing I look for. He who succeeds in making the + sorrows of the whole world his own—he whose soul is touched by a + sorrow at every breath he draws—he indeed must long for the call of + the Redeemer.” + </p> + <p> + Hermas fell weeping on his neck and started to feel how burning the + anchorite’s lips were as he pressed them to his forehead. + </p> + <p> + At last the sailors drew in the ropes; Paulus turned once more to the + youth. “You are going your own way now,” he said. “Do not forget the Holy + Mountain, and hear this: Of all sins three are most deadly: To serve false + gods, to covet your neighbor’s wife, and to raise your hands to kill; keep + yourself from them. And of all virtues two are the least conspicuous, and + at the same time the greatest: Truthfulness and humility; practise these. + Of all consolations these two are the best: The consciousness of wishing + the right however much we may err and stumble through human weakness, and + prayer.” + </p> + <p> + Once more he embraced the departing youth, then he went across the sand of + the shore back to the mountain without looking round. + </p> + <p> + Hermas looked after him for a long time greatly distressed, for his strong + friend tottered like a drunken man, and often pressed his hand to his head + which was no doubt as burning as his lips. + </p> + <p> + The young warrior never again saw the Holy Mountain or Paulus, but after + he himself had won fame and distinction in the army he met again with + Petrus’ son, Polykarp, whom the emperor had sent for to Byzantium with + great honor, and in whose house the Gaulish woman Sirona presided as a + true and loving wife and mother. + </p> + <p> + After his parting from Hermas, Paulus disappeared. The other anchorites + long sought him in vain, as well as bishop Agapitus, who had learned from + Petrus that the Alexandrian had been punished and expelled in innocence, + and who desired to offer him pardon and consolation in his own person. At + last, ten days after, Orion the Saite found him in a remote cave. The + angel of death had called him only a few hours before while in the act of + prayer, for he was scarcely cold. He was kneeling with his forehead + against the rocky wall and his emaciated hands were closely clasped over + Magdalena’s ring. When his companions had laid him on his bier his noble, + gentle features wore a pure and transfiguring smile. + </p> + <p> + The news of his death flew with wonderful rapidity through the oasis and + the fishing-town, and far and wide to the caves of the anchorites, and + even to the huts of the Amalekite shepherds. The procession that followed + him to his last resting-place stretched to an invisible distance; in front + of all walked Agapitus with the elders and deacons, and behind them Petrus + with his wife and family, to which Sirona now belonged. Polykarp, who was + now recovering, laid a palm-branch in token of reconcilement on his grave, + which was visited as a sacred spot by the many whose needs he had + alleviated in secret, and before long by all the penitents from far and + wide. + </p> + <p> + Petrus erected a monument over his grave, on which Polykarp incised the + words which Paulus’ trembling fingers had traced just before his death + with a piece of charcoal on the wall of his cave: + </p> + <p> + “Pray for me, a miserable man—for I was a man.” + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: + + Action trod on the heels of resolve + Can such love be wrong? + He who wholly abjures folly is a fool + He out of the battle can easily boast of being unconquered + Homo sum; humani nil a me alienum puto + I am human, nothing that is human can I regard as alien to me + Love is at once the easiest and the most difficult + Love overlooks the ravages of years and has a good memory + No judgment is so hard as that dealt by a slave to slaves + No man is more than man, and many men are less + Overlooks his own fault in his feeling of the judge’s injustice + Pray for me, a miserable man—for I was a man + Sky as bare of cloud as the rocks are of shrubs and herbs + Sleep avoided them both, and each knew that the other was awake + Some caution is needed even in giving a warning + The older one grows the quicker the hours hurry away + To pray is better than to bathe + Wakefulness may prolong the little term of life + Who can point out the road that another will take +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Homo Sum, Complete, by Georg Ebers + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HOMO SUM, COMPLETE *** + +***** This file should be named 5499-h.htm or 5499-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/5/4/9/5499/ + +Produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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