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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - - -Title: Persephone of Eleusis - A Romance of Ancient Greece - - -Author: Clare Winger Harris - - - -Release Date: February 18, 2020 [eBook #61449] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - - -***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PERSEPHONE OF ELEUSIS*** - - -E-text prepared by Mary Glenn Krause, MFR, Stephen Hutcheson, and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page -images generously made available by Internet Archive (https://archive.org) - - - -Note: Images of the original pages are available through - Internet Archive. See - https://archive.org/details/persephoneofeleu00harr - - -Transcriber’s note: - - Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). - - - - - -PERSEPHONE OF ELEUSIS - -A Romance of Ancient Greece - -by - -CLARE WINGER HARRIS - - -[Illustration: STRATFORD PUBLISHERS] - - - - - - -1923 -The Stratford Company, Publishers -Boston, Massachusetts - -Copyright, 1923 -The Stratford Co., Publishers -Boston, Mass. - -The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. - - - - - Preface - - -In this tale of Greece in the fifth century B. C., fact and fiction are -so closely intervolved that a detailed explanation of their respective -boundaries would be both tedious and superfluous. Suffice it to say that -I have with reluctance departed from history only when the narration of -the personal affairs of the characters made it necessary to do so. The -difficulty of accurate adherence to historical facts seems insuperable. - C. W. H. - - - - - Contents - - - Chapter Page - I At the Hot Gates 1 - II “Remember the Athenians” 10 - III The Defense on the Acropolis 17 - IV The Miracle of Salamis 28 - V The Traitor of Thermopylæ 40 - VI Athena Speaks Through the Olive-Branch 46 - VII The Banquet of Attaginus 51 - VIII Masistius’ Message to Zopyrus 60 - IX The Rescue of Ladice 70 - X A Venture at the Eve of Battle 80 - XI A Hero of Platæa 86 - XII The Prophet at Delphi 93 - XIII The House of Pasicles 101 - XIV Beyond the Dipylon Gate 111 - XV What Happened at the Theatre of Dionysus 121 - XVI The Celebration of the Mysteries 128 - XVII Persephone 136 - XVIII Agne’s Advice 142 - XIX Ephialtes’ Plot 147 - XX The Ward of Themistosles 155 - XXI In the Shadow of the Acropolis 162 - XXII A Letter from Sicily 167 - XXIII The Festivities at Naxos 174 - XXIV Dionysus and Ariadne 180 - XXV A Revelation 187 - XXVI The Home of Aeschylus 194 - XXVII The Allied Fleet Sails 201 - XXVIII The Hand of Fate 209 - XXIX After Twenty Years 216 - - - “What have I to do with the heroes or the monuments of ancient times? - With times which never can return, and heroes, whose form of life was - different from all that the present condition of mankind requires or - allows?... At least we compare our own with former times, and either - rejoice at our improvements, or, what is the first motion towards - good, discover our defects.” - Samuel Johnson in “Rasselas” - - - - - CHAPTER I. - At the Hot Gates. - - - “In gay hostility and barbarous pride, - With half mankind embattled at his side, - Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey, - And starves exhausted regions in his way.” - Samuel Johnson. - -The reddening glow of an evening sun was shed upon the little town of -Anthela in Locris as Zopyrus, a young Persian officer in the army of -Xerxes passed quickly from the shadows of the temple to Demeter into the -narrow street. In his general bearing and physique he was truly a -Persian; large of frame, broad of shoulders, with a proportionally small -but well poised head. But the tight clusters of blond curls, clear blue -eyes and sensitiveness of mouth were not distinguishing traits of -Persian parentage. There was a seriousness in his expression far in -advance of his years which may have numbered four and twenty. - -As he walked with swinging gait toward the Persian encampment, he turned -his gaze in the direction of the ridge of Oeta whose northern slope -silhouetted against the ruddy glow of an evening sky, approached the -Malaic gulf. At any other period in his life the beauty of his -surroundings would have called forth his admiration, but the scenes of -the past two days which had been here enacted, had completely quelled -the natural æsthetic tendencies of his soul. Here he had been a witness -to the slaughter of Persian and Greek; he in whose veins flowed the -blood of both peoples. - -As he neared the encampment another officer clad in the familiar -close-fitting leathern tunic of the Persian army hailed him. He was a -giant in stature, a man born to command. It was he who had charge of the -cavalry. Zopyrus recognized him at once. - -“Ho, Masistius! Does this beautiful June evening summon you forth too? -Truly a fair land is Hellas. Amid such surroundings as these the annals -of Persia had been different!” - -By this time darkness had descended and as Masistius surveyed the -landscape an exclamation of spontaneous admiration burst from his lips, -soldier though he was and unused to the gentler phases of life. Oeta -cast its purple shadows across the Malaic gulf, whose waters now -reflected countless stars, and in the shrubbery about the two soldiers -were heard the mournful notes of the little owls, so common in this -strange land. Occasionally the call of birds of prey grated on their -ears and brought to their minds the loathsome fact that amidst all this -entrancing loveliness of nature, death had come to hundreds of their -countrymen and allies. - -“Friend Zopyrus, although I am a soldier through and through, I am not -blind to the beauties of this land of Greece, but sterner things brought -me out tonight. I came to summon you to the presence of the king who -wishes to speak with you. Artabazus and I were in the royal tent talking -over the plans of the morrow when Xerxes suddenly commanded a slave to -summon you to his presence. The order took both Artabazus and myself -quite by surprise, for we have not been blind to the fact that Xerxes -has avoided you since the very beginning of this campaign. Why he should -do so, I cannot imagine. It has always seemed to me that the king has -quite overlooked the physical prowess and ability of his cousin -Zopyrus.” - -Zopyrus shrugged his shoulders. “True my father was Artaphernes, satrap -of Sardis and brother of Darius Hystaspis, but you must remember my -mother was only a Greek from Miletus, although her parents were both -Athenians of noble blood.” - -“But you can subdue the Greek within you, for surely the influence of -your royal father is the stronger,” said Masistius. - -Zopyrus turned his gaze to the bejeweled vault of the heaven. A lie is -an unpardonable sin to a Persian, and to that extent Zopyrus displayed -his paternal heritage, but there rose before his eyes the vision of a -beautiful woman with classic features whose last words to him before her -death had been: “Zopyrus, it is my earnest desire that sometime you go -to Greece, to Athens, and there acquire some of the culture of that -freedom-loving people in that fair land. Here in Persia you will always -be the victim of oriental despotism.” As he grew older Zopyrus realized -that his mother’s words and the past influence of her life had been -instrumental in causing him to hate not only the vain-glorious idolatry -of the Persian court, but the weakness, licentiousness and tyranny of -the Persian king. Zopyrus looked again at his companion. - -“I will go at once to Xerxes,” he said, completely ignoring the other’s -remark. - -The tent of Xerxes was in the center of the encampment to insure its -protection in case of an unexpected attack from the enemy. An Ethiopian -slave parted the hanging folds as Zopyrus approached and held them as he -passed into the interior. Seated upon a throne covered with richly woven -tapestry and surrounded by slaves and courtiers sat the monarch of -Persia. - -Zopyrus never knew in what mood he would find his royal cousin. At times -the king was most amicably inclined toward his subjects, upon which -occasions he lavished upon them generous gifts; at others, the punitive -aspect of his authority was made evident, and his dependents were -punished out of all due proportion to their offenses. - -Xerxes’ eyes followed the noble figure of his cousin with impatient -tolerance as the latter bowed and performed the customary greetings. - -“Where were you just previous to your meeting with Masistius?” -questioned the king abruptly. - -“In the town of Anthela,” was the reply. - -“Is there not a temple to that pagan goddess, Demeter, there?” - -“I believe so.” - -“Well stay away from such temples except for the purpose of destroying -them. By the way, Sikinnus,” he called, summoning a slave, “take that -rascal, Tyrastiadas, who tried to desert today and give him forty -lashes.” - -Xerxes turned again toward the son of Artaphernes whose splendid -physique and heroic mein summoned his reluctant admiration. Here he -realized were unlimited possibilities for his army, for he sincerely -believed Zopyrus to be a braver man than Mardonius or Artabazus, though -he was many years their junior; then too he had respect for the -independent air of this cousin who did not dog his footsteps with -flattering remarks and hints for the promise of favors at the close of -the war. So it was with a more deferential air that the politic Xerxes -addressed his next remarks to his cousin. - -“Zopyrus, you are too big a man to be in command of only one hundred -soldiers. At your age your half-brother, Artaphernes, together with -Datis, led the expedition which resulted in the battle of Marathon. If -at the close of this battle with the Greeks in this pass you prove your -valor, you shall be placed in command of one thousand men. Also I will -allow you to choose among the fairest maidens of the kingdom for a wife, -and for exceptional bravery I will give you a satrapy.” All eyes were -turned to Zopyrus who acknowledged his king’s favor with a slight bow. - -“I bear in mind,” continued Xerxes, “that your mother was a Greek, -though she was a lawful wife of your father. It is this taint of blood -that has stood in the way of previous honors, but with courage such as -becomes the son of a noble Persian you may be able to make me forget -completely the plebeian maternal blood.” - -Anger such as had never before been experienced by Zopyrus surged within -him at this insult to his mother’s memory, but he held it in subjection, -merely bowing stoically before the ruler. - -Xerxes had one dominating motive in attempting to win Zopyrus’ fidelity. -At the beginning of the campaign he had secretly wished to cause his -cousin’s death because he had feared him, but the latter’s advice when -consulted on matters of doubt, forced him to the opinion that Zopyrus -might become quite an asset to the Persian army if properly handled. -That he, Xerxes, had failed in this he did not know. - -At this moment the slave who stood at the entrance to the royal tent -approached his master with these words: - -“Most noble king, a Greek soldier waits without and would have word with -you alone.” - -“Bid him enter,” was the monarch’s response. - -The courtiers quickly withdrew by a rear exit, Zopyrus passing out last. -Moved by a sudden impulse and unnoticed, he quickly and silently -re-entered the tent and stood a few feet behind the throne in the -shadows. The canvas at the front entrance parted admitting the figure of -a Greek soldier. He had removed his helmet and left his shield and -javelin without in respect to the Persian monarch. Armed only with his -short sword and wearing the characteristic scaled cuirass and leather -greaves of Greek military dress he presented an interesting sight to -both Persians. His head was uncovered, displaying the artistic -hair-dress worn by the young men of Athens and Sparta. Long thick braids -were crossed at the back of his shapely head and fastened together with -a jeweled pin in front. From beneath the braids his brown hair lay in -soft waves around his temples. His face was fair almost a degree of -effeminacy and his figure of average height indicated graceful outlines -even though concealed by the armour he wore. He addressed the king: - -“O Xerxes, king of the Medes and Persians and would-be conqueror of the -world, I come to you with a message of greatest importance! For two days -your brave soldiers have met defeat at the hands of the Greeks at the -entrance to the pass of Thermopylæ. Now the Greeks are so inferior in -number, owing to the celebration of certain religious festivities which -are soon due to come to an end, that right now is the time to strike, -but not in the method which you have up till the present employed, when -only a handful of men from each side could meet and enter into personal -combat. The Greeks are well trained and if they are to be vanquished, it -must be by the superior forces of the enemy.” - -The king with offended dignity clutched the arms of his throne and -raised himself, crying out in angry tones: “Am I to have a Greek tell me -that my army lacks the military discipline of the Greeks?” Here he rose -with an exaggerated attempt at majesty, “Behold, O Greek, Zeus himself -in the form of an earthly monarch come to lead the whole race of mankind -to the destruction of Greece!” - -To Zopyrus’ amazement as he stood a silent and unobserved figure in the -shadows, as well as to the amazement of Xerxes himself, the Greek did -not tremble at the king’s words. An amused expression not without -disdain passed over his fearless countenance. Xerxes’ face became purple -with rage. - -“Out of my sight grinning fool of a Greek,” he roared, “before I have -your tongue cut out for your insolence!” - -Zopyrus stood rooted to the spot in horror, but the graceful unemotional -figure of the Greek remained unchanged. To Zopyrus it seemed an eternity -before the young man spoke, but in reality it was almost immediately. He -drew nearer the throne by a couple of paces, and Zopyrus feared for his -life in that proximity to the wrathful monarch. - -“Listen, O Xerxes, if you would succeed in overwhelming your foes you -must attack them from behind, but this you can not do since you are -unacquainted with this wild, impassable country. I am a native Malian -and well acquainted with this locality. If you could make it worth my -while, I could show you a mountain pass that would lead you to the rear -of Leonidas’ army unobserved.” - -While the Greek was speaking Xerxes’ expression gradually changed from -malice to pleased attention: “And suppose, friend Greek, I do not permit -you to leave unless you reveal to me this pass!” - -The Greek smiled. “It is impossible simply to tell of this secret way, -for it is beset with many dangers, such as almost impenetrable growths -of underbrush, impermeable morasses and almost inaccessible cliffs. A -native guide is absolutely essential and _I_ am that guide who will -receive my pay before the journey commences.” - -The king nodded in affirmation and sank back quite dazed from the effect -of the interview. The Greek was still unmoved and continued: “I will -lead your army tomorrow night, as it is safest to travel under cover of -darkness. We shall probably reach the other side of the pass at a very -favorable time of day, when the market-place of the town is filling. I -will meet you here tomorrow at sunset in Persian uniform, and except to -your most important commanders, I wish to remain unknown. Till then, O -Zeus, farewell!” - -He passed quickly out of the bewildered kingly presence, and Zopyrus -took advantage of this moment to make a hasty and unseen exit at the -rear of the royal tent. - - - - - CHAPTER II. - “Remember the Athenians.” - - - “Who at Thermopylæ stood side by side, - And fought together and together died, - Under earth-barrows now are laid at rest, - Their chance thrice glorious, and their fate thrice-blest. - No tears for them, but memory’s loving gaze; - For them no pity, but proud hymns of praise.” - Simonides. - -Like a great crawling serpent, the army of Xerxes, augmented by the -cowardly Thessalians, wound its circuitous and perilous way from -Trachis; first ascending the gorge of the river Asopus and the hill -called Anopæa, then crossing the pitch-dark, oak-covered crest of Oeta. -Its venomous head was the treasonable Greek, dressed as a Persian -foot-soldier. Many were the woes of that nocturnal journey! Soldiers -tripping over fallen branches and entangled in the undergrowth were -trampled to death. Some were pressed into the treacherous morass, but -the malignant monster, heedless of this sloughing, crept on toward its -goal which was the town of Alpeni at the east end of the pass. - -But the small army of the Greeks was not destined to suffer such a -complete surprise as Xerxes had hoped, for the revengeful Tyrastiadas, -limping painfully as a result of his forty lashes, had succeeded in -deserting and had apprised Leonidas of the startling fact that the -Persians were coming across the pass. The Spartan king sent a Phocian -guard of one thousand men to prevent the enemy from crossing the summit -of Oeta, but this guard was speedily overwhelmed by the Persians who -were under the leadership of Hydarnes. The next morning shortly after -sunrise, the Persian hordes descended upon the Greeks. The sun was -reflected with dazzling brilliancy from thousands of breast-plates, -spears, shields and helmets, and upon the ears of the heroic sons of -Hellas fell the deafening war-cry from myriads of throats. - -A suffocating sensation seized Zopyrus as he beheld the mere handful of -Greeks bravely awaiting certain death at the hands of a pitiless foe, -but to turn back was now impossible. Strange that he could in fancy so -easily picture himself as one of that brave minority, awaiting -inevitable death! To his own sorrow he had not infrequently lamented the -faculty which he possessed of seeing the praiseworthy aspect of an -enemy’s view-point. It was this attribute of leniency toward the -opinions of his fellow-men that was especially irritating to the -intolerant Xerxes. In the mind of the latter all men were divided into -two great classes; subjects and enemies. To Zopyrus all men seemed -friends unless by their own initiative they proved themselves otherwise. -It was extremely painful to him to see these brave Greeks meet this -great crisis unflinchingly. It was humanly impossible for this mere -handful of men to stem the tide of the onrushing Persians. - -To us at this day and age it is apparent that these men did not -sacrifice their manhood in vain. The result of any noble act is never -lost. In some way and at some time it brings a result as satisfactory as -that desired in the hearts of the original heroes themselves. Such a -result was destined to come to Greece after the bones of Thermopylæ’s -warriors had long mingled with the dust. - -Zopyrus was swept on by the barbarian host. A shower of missiles -diminished the number of Greeks and soon the enemy was upon them and the -battle continued with spear and sword. Zopyrus received a slight wound -on the left shoulder, the Greek inflicting the injury snatching away his -spear. Zopyrus quickly unsheathed his sword, pressing his opponent to -closer combat as a better chance for self defense. The two fought long -over the bodies of Persian and Greek who now lay in inevitable amity -beside their once ruthless foe. At length the Greek who was little more -than a boy, weakened perceptibly and in an unguarded moment Zopyrus’ -sword disappeared up to the hilt. As the lad fell his helmet rolled off -revealing a countenance of incomparable beauty; deep-set eyes, brows -that nearly met above a straight nose, refined mouth and a contour of -cheek and chin that was flawless. All this was revealed to Zopyrus in a -second’s time, but it left an indelible impression on his mind. As he -pressed on he felt that the horrors of war were crazing him, and his -soul cried out against the awful brutality of it. - -With the slaughter of the three hundred the gateway to central Greece -had now been forcibly opened and Xerxes in imitation of his father’s -avenging words, cried out, “Remember the Athenians.” A journey of about -six days lay between the oriental despot and his ultimate goal, the city -of Athens, so with prancing steeds, waving plumes, glittering arms and -triumphant shouts, the Asiatic legions resumed their deleterious course. - -The morning of the third day found the army within sight of Mt. -Parnassus. With rapt gaze Zopyrus beheld the softest sculpture of cliff -and peak against a cerulean sky. Upon yonder lofty summit dwelt the -Muses, those daughters of Zeus who preside over the æsthetic and -intellectual aspirations of man. It seemed to Zopyrus that surely now -but one Muse, Melpomene, occupied that pinnacle, and with mournful gaze -beheld the invasion of this fairest of lands. - -In accordance with the order of Xerxes all faces were turned in the -direction of Delphi, in spite of a report that the oracle of Delphi had -prophesied that Apollo would protect his sanctuary. Through a gorge at -the foot of Mt. Parnassus might Melpomene have seen the multitudes of -Asiatic troops pursue their nefarious journey. Suddenly peal after peal -of thunder reverberated from the apparent calm of a mid-summer sky. Then -great crags from the mountain were loosened and rolled down upon the -army which fled in wild terror, abandoning its attempt to plunder -Delphi. So did Apollo protect his shrine! But fortune did not so favor -the citizens of Thespiæ and Platæa in Bœotia both of which were ravaged -and those citizens who would not join the Persian forces were put to -death. - -At length on the fifth day the army camped at night-fall outside of -Athens. It was a beautiful intense dark blue Athenian night in which -heaven’s vault seemed to blaze with innumerable jewels. Zopyrus sat at -the door of his tent deep in his own thoughts. An army during its -marches and battles must think, talk and act as one being, and that one -subservient to its leader, but who shall say in the stillness of evening -each living entity which comprises that vast unit shall not have his -individual dreams, and those thoughts which render him distinct from -every other living being? And Zopyrus as he sat in the darkness, thought -of Athens and of his mother. What would she think if she knew he was -approaching Attica’s stronghold as a plunderer and devastator! -Conflicting emotions surged within his soul. Once again it seemed to him -that he was in the far off Hermus valley, strolling by the little stream -of Pactolus, and by his side was the austere Artaphernes whose stern -visage was turned toward him with an expression of paternal rebuke. The -vision faded leaving him troubled and sore at heart. - -That night Zopyrus had a dream. It seemed to him that his father -appeared and beckoned silently to him to follow and that he wonderingly -rose and obeyed. When they were out in the open, Artaphernes, who -Zopyrus noticed was fully armed, pointed with his sabre toward Athens -and repeated the memorable words of Darius, “Remember the Athenians.” -Suddenly the shade of his mother appeared to the right. She stood -holding on her arm a scroll of papyrus, and while Zopyrus looked she -pointed with it in the same direction as that indicated by the sabre of -his father and behold, as Zopyrus turned he saw a beautiful city with -numerous buildings of white marble, and in the center a temple-crowned -hill. In the streets were many busy people hurrying to and fro. Some -talked from the temple steps while the populace listened, some vied with -each other in various physical sports and others sold the produce of the -soil in the bustling marketplace, but whatever their occupation, they -represented a happy and contented democracy. - -Marveling at this vision, Zopyrus turned to his father and noticed that -the sabre now pointed to the east. Following the direction of its keen -blade with reluctant eyes, Zopyrus beheld another city more gorgeous, -but totally lacking in the refined beauty which characterized the city -which lay to the west. The buildings of this eastern city possessed a -massiveness and grandeur that inspired in the beholder a profound awe. -Upon the throne in the magnificent palace, and surrounded by a court -retinue, sat a tyrant to whom all bowed in servility. On the streets -the people moved and worked _en masse_. There was no individuality, no -differentiation, for these people were victims of an oriental despotism. - -When Zopyrus opened his eyes the palace and the toiling people had -vanished and so likewise had the vision of the peaceful republic. The -Persian father and Greek mother no longer stood before him. The youth -knew that this dream represented the Persian and the Greek at war within -himself for the supremacy. - -When morning broke, the camp was astir at an early hour for this was to -be the day of days! Zopyrus was awakened by the stamping and neighing of -horses, the rattle of arms and the jocular voices of his comrades. - -“Wake up, Zopyrus!” cried a friendly voice. Zopyrus saw his friend -Masistius leaning over him. - -“Xerxes bids us avenge the burning of Sardis today,” continued -Masistius. “His words to all his officers this morning are, ‘Remember -the Athenians!’” - -“His advice to me is quite unnecessary,” replied Zopyrus, “for I can not -forget them.” - - - - - CHAPTER III. - The Defense on the Acropolis. - - - “Dim is the scene to that which greets thee here, - Prompting to worship, waking rapture’s tear, - Yes, rise, fair mount! the bright blue heavens to kiss, - Stoop not thy pride, august Acropolis!” - Nicholas Michell. - -The city of Athens was seething with excitement, for the news had just -been received that the Greek soldiers had been unable to hold the pass -of Thermopylæ. The streets were filled with groups of agitated old men, -women of all ages, and children, who seemed no longer capable of being -controlled by reason. Weighted down by the burdens of their personal -property they prepared to flee. But whither! - -In the center of a group near the Areopagus, at the foot of the -Acropolis on the north-west, were gathered about fifty men, women and -children intently listening to the counsel of one to whom they turned at -this time. He was a man of venerable countenance, flowing beard, and -wore a white _chiton_ with a handsomely embroidered Greek border. - -“My friends,” he was saying, “let us make haste to the top of the -Acropolis, there to defend our temples and to seek refuge within the -‘wooden wall.’” - -Some of his audience seemed inclined to take his admonition seriously, -others hesitated as if in doubt. Presently a man whose personality was -felt before he was actually visible came hurriedly into the group. He -possessed a commanding bearing, noble face, an eye piercing and full of -fire. There was decision in the swift gestures of his shapely hands. -This man was Themistocles, the most powerful Athenian of his time. It -was he who had persuaded his fellow-citizens to increase their navy at -the time of the war with Aegina, and who sincerely believed that the -future safety of his country lay with the ships which were now anchored -in the bay of Salamis. - -He approached with dignified air the terrified gathering of Greeks, and -there was an imperious ring in his voice as he addressed the spokesman -of the group. - -“Kyrsilus, can you not persuade these people to come to the bay at once -where some of the ships will conduct them safely to Salamis till all -danger from this invasion is past?” - -To his surprise the old man answered haughtily. “I am trying to prevail -upon these frightened people to seek refuge behind the ‘wooden wall’ as -the Delphic oracle warned us.” - -“The ‘wooden wall,’” shouted Themistocles, “is not the Pelasgic wall -which surrounds the top of the Acropolis. It is a wall of ships, and by -this means alone will the people of Athens find refuge. Come!” he cried -turning away, “all who wish to live to see the accursed foreigners -expelled forever from Greece, follow me to the protection of the ‘wooden -wall!’” - -“And all who are brave enough to defend their city,” cried the old man, -still firm in his conviction, “follow me to the protection of the -‘wooden wall!’” - -There was a division of opinion at the last moment, Themistocles winning -nearly half of Kyrsilus’ former followers. - -Clinging tightly to Kyrsilus’ hand as they ascended the steps of the -Acropolis was a young girl possessing exceptional charm of face and of -personality. The usual clearness of her blue eyes was dimmed with tears, -and the customary curve of her smiling lips had vanished. Upon her -luxuriant brown hair the sun revealed gleams of gold. She was clad in a -white garment which hung in graceful folds from her shoulders. Over this -was slipped a _kolpos_ plaited at the waist. Her neck and arms were bare -except for a necklace and bracelets of silver. The white of her dress -and ornaments brought out in favorable contrast the healthful pink of -her youthful face. - -“Dear Kyrsilus,” the girl was saying, “I shall think of you as my father -while my own dear father is preparing to fight the Persians in the bay. -He fought bravely at Marathon and I do not believe the gods will see him -defeated at Salamis. My uncle too is in command of one of the ships!” - -“It is possible that with such brave men as we possess on our side the -victory will be ours,” said the elder, “but remember the words of the -oracle at Delphi! Although there have been some differences of opinion -as to the meaning of the words of the oracle, to me it is quite clear -that our city should be defended from its sacred hill. I am not -criticizing your father, nor Themistocles, nor others like them who seem -sincere in their belief that our land will be saved by a battle upon the -water. However your father left you in my care, and I shall do what I -deem best for your safety.” - -A faint smile flitted across the girl’s face. “Did it ever occur to you, -Kyrsilus, that the words of the Delphic oracle are usually vague and -ambiguous? Come, be frank, do we not all try to interpret its prophecies -to our individual satisfactions? Take for instance Themistocles, whose -one obsession ever since he has risen to a place of prominence, has been -to increase our navy. It is natural that he should desire to bring his -beloved navy into use at the first possible opportunity. Then again let -us consider you, dear Kyrsilus, and I mean no offense whatever. Your -sister served many years as a priestess of Athena, performing her duties -with others in the temple of Athena on this Acropolis. Then too you have -lived in Athens longer than has Themistocles. The city itself and above -all its templed hill, the very nucleus of Athens, are dearer to you than -relatives of whom you now have none surviving.” - -The old man looked sadly at the girl and turned his face away to hide a -tear. He was deeply affected by her words and the sincerity of her -manner, but he did not wish to betray his emotions. - -With an effort at severity he said, “My daughter you do unwisely to -ridicule the divine oracle of Apollo. The words it utters are not as you -say ambiguous, but so fraught with significance that we mortals are -incapable of full comprehension. We do our best to interpret the will of -the god through his agents, and perhaps at best we can only guess what -revelations he makes concerning the future. But it is unseemly in a -maiden of your years to criticize our divine source of revelation.” - -They were now at the top of a long flight of broad steps, and stood one -hundred and fifty feet above the level of the city. In the distance -through an atmosphere of unusual clarity they beheld to the south and -east, isolated peaks which, though apparently devoid of vegetation, -possessed a beauty of color and contour that was enchanting. It was the -time of the year when the Etesian winds came from across the blue Aegean -and the whole fair land of Greece smiled under the magic touch of the -goddess, Demeter. - -The faithful band of Kyrsilus’ followers passed through the gateway of -the Pelasgic wall and stood in front of a large rectangular building, -the temple of Athene Polias[1]. Upon a pediment of this temple was a -grotesque serpent in relief, painted and gilded to a dazzling -brightness. Processions of priests and priestesses with conventional -head-dress and stereotyped smile, formed a frieze which adorned the -entablature. A figure in relief of Theseus carrying across his shoulders -the Marathonian bull aroused in these, his supposed descendents, a -renewed courage to protect their threatened city. They made ready for -use what few weapons of defense they had among them, then retired to the -temple to pray for the safety of Athens. - -“My daughter,” said old Kyrsilus, “pray to Ares that our soldiers may be -possessed of unusual valor and courage in the coming conflict, and pray -to Athena that our generals may wisely direct the approaching battle.” - -“Father Kyrsilus,” replied the maiden, “I always pray to one God! You -may call Him Zeus if you wish, but He is all powerful and in His hands -alone rests the fate of Greece.” - -“Hush my child,” said the aged one, horrified, “you will call down the -wrath of the goddess in whose temple you now stand! Will you not pray to -Athena?” - -Before the girl could reply, a young cripple, who because of his -affliction, had been unable to join his friends in the defense of his -land, hobbled into the temple. - -“They are coming, they are coming!” he cried pointing with trembling -finger to the west. The refugees, looking in the direction indicated, -beheld on the distant horizon a mass of purplish nimbus which as it -gathered momentum gradually took the definite shape of a vast glittering -array of horsemen and foot-soldiers. Petrified with terror they stood -watching the approaching multitude, which swept relentlessly toward -them, a great human deluge! - -“Quick! gather rocks and stones and pile them near the wall. The ascent -is steep and few can attempt to scale it at a time. We can easily hold -them back from the steps with these stones till our soldiers at Salamis -return to our aid.” Kyrsilus forced an air of bravado to encourage his -countrymen, but his heart sank as he beheld the barbarian host! For a -brief space the maid’s doubt as to the wisdom of the oracle also took -possession of him, but only for a moment. He thought, “When all else -fails, Athena will protect her sanctuary and we can find refuge there.” -Soon the oscillating wave of humanity was beneath them. A voice from -below rang out clearly above the clash of weapons: - -“I represent, O Athenians, one of the banished Peisistradi from this -fair city. I beg of you, surrender your city to this world conqueror and -save your holy places from pillage!” - -It was the resolute voice of Kyrsilus that replied; “Behind the ‘wooden -wall’ will we defend our temples, and the gods of Greece will aid us!” - -The answer seemed to amaze the Persians. Their officers drew aside and -discussed the situation, arriving at their decision without unanimity. - -The cripple whose name was Philinus, was appointed sentinel since he was -unable to lift the heavy rocks and stones. From a seat upon several -boulders near the wall he could observe the movements of the Persians -without being seen. - -Many of the girls and women wept and prayed for themselves and for their -fathers, brothers, husbands and sons now on the fleet. A few had lost -loved ones at Thermopylæ. The maiden who had been with Kyrsilus showed -remarkable self-control. To her the others now turned for strength and -encouragement. One girl to whom she seemed especially dear, clung to her -robe tenaciously. - -Kyrsilus approached his charge, and there was on his countenance an -expression of mingled horror and compassion. - -“Persephone,” he said with trembling accents, “if a worse fate than -death threatens you, and you can avail yourself of no weapon, better far -fling yourself to the rocks below!” - -The girl, Ladice, who clung tightly to Persephone’s hand wept bitterly, -calling upon the names of all the gods and goddesses to protect her. - -“Why are you so calm, Persephone?” she cried. “Do you not realize that -this Acropolis may be our huge funeral pyre?” - -“Yes I know that, Ladice, but I pray to one God, and I have a belief in -a future existence beyond this one, so I am not afraid to die.” - -“I too have not had the horror of death that is common to many, but not -because of any thought of an existence continuing beyond this. The -certainty of oblivion after a tumultuous life in this world of ours is -reward enough for me. Surely the peace of nonexistence would be -sufficient compensation.” - -The smile on Persephone’s face was indicative of an inner knowledge out -of which she derived supreme satisfaction and which was incomprehensible -to Ladice. - -An elderly man by the name of Moschion called excitedly from the -gateway: “It will be necessary for all the women and girls who can, to -help throw these stones upon the Persians who are climbing faster than -we can prevent.” - -Persephone and Ladice with others rushed to their task, rendering the -needed assistance, though their fingers bled and their bodies, unused to -such prolonged, strenuous labor, ached to the point of complete -exhaustion. The additional help from the women turned the tide of -fortune temporarily in their favor, and the Persians were forced to -abandon their attack upon the well protected west side, but now they -employed different tactics! They poured upon the wooden ramparts, arrows -with burning tow attached to them and it was not long before the -palisades were consigned to flames. Still the little group held its -ground bravely, but Kyrsilus and Moschion at last sent the women into -the temples where they soon joined them. Once within the sanctuary of -the city’s patron goddess the frightened Greeks looked for a miracle, -and indeed nothing short of a miracle could save them now! In this they -were doomed to disappointment for the temple to Athena was the first to -be reached by the hungry flames, and the frenzied Greeks were forced to -abandon it for other smaller temples. - -It was soon observed that Philinus was not with them. He had last been -seen in prayer before the altar of Athena and doubtless there he had met -his death! In unspoken terror all wondered who would be the next victim -on the altar of oriental voracity. The chapel of Aglaurus was farthest -from the flames and to it the terror-stricken Greeks fled. Here for a -time at least was safety and possible salvation. - -“Watch the north side now!” cried Kyrsilus, “The Persians may——” but the -words froze on his lips, for there at the doorway stood fifteen or more -of the besiegers, who had succeeded in scaling the precipitous northern -side. - -“To the rocks below, my daughter!” screamed Kyrsilus. “Do not forget my -warning!” - -An officer laid rough hands on the aged Moschion: “Old bald head, your -time on earth is about up, anyway. You may as well journey on without -delay. Old Charon is waiting to ferry you across the Styx.” - -“Hold!” cried another voice, “I prefer to die first and not witness the -end of these my followers.” It was Kyrsilus. - -“As you wish,” cried the big Persian, “you are all to go anyway.” - -The brave Kyrsilus knelt before his captor whose spear-head disappeared -in his breast. His face was convulsed in the agony of death, but with -his last faint breath he tried to speak to Persephone. “Perhaps you were -right—about the oracle—to the rocks—below—” - -Immediately following the tragic death of the leader the remaining men -were killed and the rough floor of the little chapel became slippery -with blood. A number of the women, following old Kyrsilus’ advice, flung -themselves to certain death upon the ground below rather than fall into -the hands of Xerxes’ soldiers. - -It was Artabazus, one of the most insolent and rapacious of the king’s -officers, who discovered Persephone and Ladice cowering in a remote -corner. - -“Oho, look what I have found here!” he laughed in a coarse loud voice. -“Surely such a prize was worth that perilous climb.” - -He took a step forward and seized Persephone roughly, but as he did so, -he caught the eye of a young officer who had just arrived upon the scene -together with Xerxes himself. The king took in the situation at a glance -and his narrow eyes gleamed in approbation. - -“A brave soldier deserves a fair prize, Artabazus,” he said. - -“One moment please!” It was the voice of the young officer Zopyrus. “Did -you not, cousin Xerxes, promise me a choice of the fairest maidens of -the kingdom? This land of Greece is now a part of your kingdom, O mighty -conqueror, and out of it I choose the maiden whom Artabazus now holds.” - -“It is all one with me,” cried the impatient monarch, “Artabazus shall -have the other maid.” - -Zopyrus stepped forward and took the half unconscious form of the -beautiful girl in his arms, and amid the coarse jests and ribaldry of -the Persian soldiery, fled with his burden to the city below. - - - - - CHAPTER IV. - The Miracle of Salamis. - - - “First from the Greeks a tuneful shout uprose, - Well omened, and with replication loud, - Leaped the blithe echo from the rocky shore. - Fear seized the Persian host, no longer tricked - By vain opinion; not like wavering flight - Billowed the solemn paean of the Greeks, - But like the shout of men to battle urging, - With lusty cheer.” - Aeschylus. - -The Persian forces were now turning from the Acropolis, and drunk with -victory, were scattering over the city. Dwellings were plundered and -burned, and a few wild-eyed Greeks who had remained to guard their -valuable possessions, fled in mad confusion, but were overtaken by the -ruthless enemy and slaughtered. - -Zopyrus’ one desire was to leave behind him the horrors of massacre and -conflagration. With great difficulty he forced his way through jostling -crowds of demoniac soldiers, who upon recognition of his uniform and -insignia, stayed their impulse which was to murder any who did not take -part with them in the destruction of the city. - -The heat of a noon-day sun shone upon a scene unparalleled in the -gruesome aspect which it presented. Zopyrus turned his face to the west, -for in this direction the Persians did not go. Their fiendish work was -in the heart of the once glorious city which lay to the north and east. -Many too were pursuing a south-west course in the direction of the bay -of Phalerum where the Persian navy had its headquarters. - -As Zopyrus trudged onward, the limp form of the Greek girl in his arms, -he noticed that the road which he had chosen, though now deserted, was -of unusual width and well paved. The dazzling heat, reflected from the -white pavement, became oppressive, and it was with a feeling of -ineffable joy that he saw to the right the cool green shadows of an -olive-grove. Looking back between the gnarled trunks of two large trees -whose branches were entwined in serpentine fashion, he beheld the -Acropolis topped with its smoldering ruins. Once within the cool -recesses of the grove he deposited his burden, and as he did so, he -received a shock. Where before had he beheld those identical features in -the relaxation of death? He looked again intently, thinking it an -hallucination, and while his gaze rested upon her face, the maiden -opened her eyes. With a look of unspeakable horror she recoiled, then as -quickly turned her face in his direction, her features expressing -amazement. The refinement of his countenance in combination with his -Persian uniform astonished her greatly. She marveled at his attitude of -reserve. His gaze met hers and held it with an impelling magnetism till -she dropped her eyes in confusion. - -“You—are a Greek in disguise?” she faltered. - -“On the contrary, I am a Persian officer in the army of Xerxes,” he -replied, and perceiving her look of terror, he added, “but I will not -harm you, rather I have rescued you from a horrible fate.” - -“And I am truly grateful, but I am puzzled as to why you should care to -do that for me, a daughter of the enemy.” - -“The motives of a Persian are not always altogether base,” he replied -somewhat coldly. - -“A thousand pardons,” she beseeched, “I am greatly indebted to you for -your kindness, but my people have suffered horribly at the hands of -yours, and surely you can not wonder at my attitude!” - -“No,” he replied more gently, “I do not blame you, but I am glad to -prove to you that Ahura-Mazdâo may be as deserving of worship as Zeus.” - -To his surprise the suspicion of a smile flitted across her face. Was -this bewitching Athenian maiden mocking him? Her features were again -serious as she said: “Ahura-Mazdâo and Zeus are one. There is one -all-powerful God, and compared with Him the others are quite -insignificant.” - -“You believe that?” he asked with fresh interest. “I had supposed -polytheism to be the unshaken belief of the Greeks.” - -“Of the majority that is true,” she replied seriously, “but many of us, -while performing the rites due our gods and goddesses, send our prayers -to a Deity who is above the petty jealousies of the gods of Olympus. It -was a prayer to that Deity which saved me from a tragic fate on the -Acropolis!” - -He looked at her with a new interest. Not only did he consider her very -beautiful, but he was surprised to find her possessing more intellect -than was usual among the Persian girls of his acquaintance. He knew too, -that the Greek women were educated to be principally home-makers, and -that beyond the duties of wives and mothers, their training was somewhat -deficient. Therefore he was not a little amazed that this maid of Athens -could express her views on religion with the assurance of a man. - -“If a prayer to the Deity saved you, can not another such prayer save -your ships there at Salamis?” he asked, but so kindly that she did not -resent his question. - -“Let us go to the shore,” she cried eagerly, “and there I shall pray -that success may come to my poor fellow-countrymen who know that their -beloved city lies in ashes!” - -As they ascended the ravine which intersects the range of Mt. Aegaleos -and gazed beyond toward the low hills which lay like purple velvet, fold -on fold, it seemed to the man and the maid that hatred and warfare must -be altogether odious to a God who had created such beauty. And it seemed -to them that man, the crown of his creation, was not fashioned for the -murder of his fellows, or to perish on the bloody field of battle. They -passed numerous sanctuaries and temples whose white pillars stood like -silent ghosts hiding amid the dark foliage of shady groves, or half -concealed behind some grassy hillock, but always the great vault of the -universal temple impressed upon them their common beliefs. At length -from the top of a woody eminence they beheld the silvery sheet of the -bay of Salamis, dotted with the Greek triremes. - -“Let us take this wooded path to the south,” suggested Zopyrus. “It will -take us to the shore at a point considerably north of the Persian forces -and out of the danger of meeting any chance pedestrians to Eleusis.” - -Persephone had explained that the road which they had traveled up to -this point was indeed the Sacred Way which led from Athens to the city -of Eleusis where there was a temple dedicated to the worship of Demeter -and of Dionysus. - -“Many of my friends are now on yonder island,” said Persephone pointing -in the direction of the mountains of Salamis which girdled the bay. - -“Why were you not with them in this time of peril to your city?” asked -the Persian. - -“Because my father, who is out there with the Greek fleet, left me in -the care of an old friend, Kyrsilus, who believed that Athens could be -saved by defending the Acropolis. My father will be frantic with grief -when he hears of the fate of Athens, for he lost a son, my twin brother, -in the battle of Thermopylæ. My brother Phales, was considered too young -to fight and was refused permission to join the naval forces when he -applied to Eurybiades, the commander of our fleet, so he united with the -Spartans under king Leonidas, and as you know, not one of the -three-hundred soldiers escaped death.” - -Zopyrus was too overcome with emotion to trust himself to speak. Like a -flash the association of her lovely face as she lay passive in his arms, -with that other face, so strangely similar, was made clear. His had been -the hand that had laid low that youth just on the threshold of manhood, -and caused sorrow to the brave father and the devoted sister! In his -mind he lived over again that period of mental anguish preceding the -battle of Thermopylæ. Then once again as in the heat of battle he saw -before him the handsome face of the Greek lad as he lay at his feet in -the peace of death. Oh, it was unbearable! He passed his hand across his -eyes as if to shut out the haunting vision and lo! as he drew his hand -away the same face was before him still, only now it appeared in the -fresh vigor of life! As they followed the course of the little by-path, -she noticed his sudden silence and wondered if it were possible that he -felt any sorrow that a Greek soldier, though her brother, had met death -in the pass of Thermopylæ. - -No more words passed between them until they stood side by side on a -small promontory, the bay, reflecting the glory of an afternoon sun at -their feet. Persephone stood shading her eyes and looking eagerly toward -the Greek triremes as if she hoped even at that distance to be able to -discern a familiar figure on board. It was with new emotions that -Zopyrus watched the slender form of the girl silhouetted against a -horizon of water and sky like a sylph limned on gauze. She was clad in -the flowing white, sleeveless _chiton_ of the women of higher caste, -with a plaited _kolpos_, giving a puff effect at the waist. Her hair, -gold where the sun shone upon it but brown in the shadows, was parted so -that it fell in loose waves around her temples. At the back, low in her -neck, it was gathered in a soft Psyche knot. Her nose was typically -Greek, straight and thin, and the perfect contour of cheek and chin was -the same that Zopyrus had observed in the slain lad at Thermopylæ. - -“Just so have the opposing fleets lain for days,” she cried. “That is -the position in which they were when news was received at Athens that -Aristides had arrived from Aegina whither he had been banished.” - -“Do you think the Greek fleet would do well to strike first? Why not -wait for the Persians to take the initiative?” Zopyrus asked. - -“Do you think I will tell you, a Persian, what I think?” she cried -angrily. - -He thought she was going to leave him, but in that he was mistaken. She -walked a few paces away still gazing with shaded eyes toward the -triremes. Her features now showed the tragic expression of despair. -Themistocles had told the Athenians that the Peloponnesians might -withdraw their ships, and this, Persephone knew would mean victory to -the Persians, and Asiatic rule in Greece. Why, oh why did the Greek -ships hold back! It was in an agony of despair that the girl sank to her -knees and would have fallen had Zopyrus not run to her assistance. - -“The prayer, oh, I had nearly forgotten the prayer for my people! I said -I would pray at the shore and so I shall, for the salvation of Greece -and the expulsion of the enemy!” The tears were coursing down her -rounded cheeks and her frame shook with sobs. Reverently she raised her -eyes to heaven and prayed with greater fervor than she had on the -Acropolis. Then a few lives had been at stake, now the future of a -nation and possibly races of mankind were involved! - -The sun apparently crept a few feet nearer its goal and still the girl -remained in her attitude of supplication. All at once she stood erect -and turned amazed in the direction of Eleusis and the Sacred Way. Borne -on the breeze that was wafted across the picturesque bay of Eleusis came -the sound of myriads of voices raised in a mighty pæan of joy. The chant -rose and fell in awful grandeur striking fear and adoring wonder to the -hearts of Persians and Greeks. - -“It is the Hymn to Dionysus!” cried Persephone. “That is the way it -sounds at festival times, only this is a thousand times grander. There -are none left in Greece to sing that hymn! Do you not see it is a -miracle sent by the Deity in answer to my prayer? Listen!” - -The volume of sound grew louder and more distinct until it seemed to -surround them and they stood dumb with astonishment. Out over the waters -of Salamis drifted the pæan of solemn, dignified joy, and into the heart -of every Greek it sent its message. Never to hear again in reality the -Hymn to Dionysus! Never to walk in joyous procession with the celebrants -from Athens to Eleusis, bearing the statue of Iocchos! Never to -celebrate the national festivals so dear to the heart of every Greek! -Was Greece to be overrun and conquered by Orientals? The pæan died away -gradually and was followed by an ominous, death-like silence. Then a -very different sound pierced the ears of the two listeners. It was the -battle-cry of the Greeks as they sent forth their ships to meet the -enemy. All fear had fled. Only one motive actuated the entire fleet and -that was to save Greece at any cost. - -“Do you see the ship that leads the assault?” cried Persephone -excitedly. “That is commanded by Lycomedes, a brave captain well -deserving of the honors he has won in previous conflicts, but the ship -behind is a close second.” - -The leading Greek ship pursued a Persian vessel which was seemingly but -a few feet in advance of the Greek boat. - -“The Persian vessel is making for that narrow space yonder but I doubt -if it will have room to turn about and face its antagonist. It is like -sailing between Scylla and Charybdis,” said Zopyrus. “Look it is about -to turn, but the space will not permit. There—!” - -As he spoke the boat commanded by Lycomedes struck that of the Persian -broadside, nearly cutting it in twain with the sharp, strong beak. -Instantly the greatest confusion reigned on board the damaged vessel. -Soldiers leapt into the water, preferring drowning to death or captivity -at the hands of the enemy. Persephone turned away with a shudder. -Zopyrus observed her narrowly. - -“It pains you to witness the victory of this Lycomedes?” he asked with a -touch of sarcasm. - -“No, no,” she replied in distressed tones, “I should have been glad to -hear of it, but I can not enjoy being an eye-witness to such a terrible -scene!” - -His feeling of bitterness left and he said more kindly, “Will you not go -and rest under the shade of some tree well out of sight and somewhat out -of sound of this battle?” - -Her reply rather surprised him. “If you can watch so serenely the -annihilation of your countrymen, I can endure witnessing the victory of -mine. Oh,” here she unconsciously clutched Zopyrus’ arm, unaware of the -thrill of contact to the Persian, “the second ship is commanded by my -brave uncle, Ameinias. Look, he is pursuing a Persian ship which has so -far eluded his beak!” - -The battle was now raging in earnest, Persephone and Zopyrus stood with -tense interest while at their feet was enacted one of the world’s great -tragic dramas. The narrow space in which they were engaged hindered the -Persians and rendered their superior number a disadvantage. Becoming -panic-stricken, they collided with each other. Oars were broken, and -unable to steer, they could not direct their blows with the prows, by -which means they sought to sink an enemy ship. The bay was a moving mass -of driving beaks and heaving wreckage. - -“Whose is the vessel that my uncle still pursues?” asked the girl -presently. - -“That is the ship of Artemisia, queen of Halicarnassus,” he replied. - -No sooner had the words fallen from his lips than the Karian queen’s -boat collided with that of one of her countrymen, and Ameinias abandoned -the pursuit. But Artemisia’s boat was not damaged and retreated quickly -to the Persian side. - -“I believe the collision was deliberate,” said Zopyrus more to himself -than to his companion. “By apparently becoming a deserter and sinking -one of her own ships, she escaped with her life.” - -“Who is this Artemisia, that she commands a ship and displays such keen -intelligence in naval warfare?” asked Persephone with growing interest. - -“She is a companion of Xerxes, and had proven a wise counsellor. Her -advice when followed has always been adept, and when unheeded, disaster -has resulted. This naval engagement with the Greeks was undertaken -entirely against her wishes and this is the result!” - -Persephone smiled. “I am glad I do not have to serve in the capacity of -king’s counsellor. My talents evidently lie in a different direction. I -can not cause battles to be fought or not, at will.” - -“No, little maid of Greece, but it seems that by your prayers you can -determine the results of the battles that _are_ fought. Your power is -far greater than that of Artemisia!” - -Her eyes were filled with tears of happiness. “The One God who is -powerful above all others _does_ hear and answer the prayers of earnest -suppliants.” - -It was difficult to say whether the sweet loveliness in the lines of -Persephone’s face, or her majesty of character gave her the greater -fascination, but as the youth gazed upon her features illuminated with -triumph and joy, he became convinced that she was the most attractive -woman he had ever known. - -“When the battle is over, where will you go?” he asked. - -“Wherever my father or uncle wish,—and you?” - -For a moment he hesitated. Should he tell her of his Greek mother and of -the conflicting emotions which had been his ever since the beginning of -the campaign? She observed his indecision and said softly even -seductively: “You have seen much to rouse your sympathy for my people, -have you not? Surely the atrocities wrought by the Persians have not met -with the approval of one who could rescue a maiden in dire distress, -though she were of the enemy!” - -Zopyrus was soldier before he was lover. He had come over with the -Persian host to aid in subduing Greece, and here he was nearly allowing -himself to be swayed by the charms of a Greek maid. For the moment he -forgot that his Greek mother had been the strongest influence, barring -his vows as an officer, that had as yet actuated him in this campaign. -He felt momentarily the sting of the defeat of Salamis. - -“I go to the Persians at Phalerum, after I have seen you safe with your -people,” he replied coldly. - -“There is no danger now,” she answered, and there was a twinkle in her -eye. “With the defeat of the Persians, I am secure in my own country.” - -He looked at her speechlessly as she stood in an attitude of superb -defiance, then moved by a sudden impulse, he strode toward her and -gathered her roughly in his arms, crushing her against him till she -cried out with pain. - -“You see your danger is not over, is it?” he asked fiercely. - -She ceased to struggle, and when he looked at her pale face and into her -eyes, which are ever truer messengers of the soul than the spoken words -of the mouth, he read a truth which bewildered him. Passionately he -kissed her lips, once, twice, thrice, then rudely put her from him and -strode away in the direction of Phalerum. - - - - - CHAPTER V. - The Traitor of Thermopylæ. - - - “Maid of Athens, ere we part, - Give, O, give me back my heart! - Or since it has left my breast, - Keep it now, and take the rest!” - Lord Byron. - -A small barge shot out from the shadows of a cliff through the light -spray which spumed about its prow as it cut the billows. Its occupants, -in addition to the two oarsmen, were a youth and maiden of comely -features. The former was clad in a long, deep bordered _chiton_ covered -with a _chlamys_ or cape of semi-military style. His feet were protected -by leather sandals, bound with straps about the calves of his legs. In -indolent ease he stretched his too graceful form and gazed from beneath -half closed eye-lids at the beautiful young woman who reclined upon a -cushioned dais at the boat’s prow. The woman, if she were conscious of -the other’s gaze, did not make it manifest. Her eyes sought the tranquil -water with a dreamy, faraway expression. For some time the two sat thus. -At length the man’s attitude of indolence changed abruptly. He leaned -forward, drawing his companion’s gaze to his. - -“Why this coolness to me, Persephone? You have been a changed girl ever -since I found you wandering alone on the shore near Eleusis. Have the -horrors of recent events affected your reason, that you do not smile -upon me as was your wont?” - -“It must be the war, Ephialtes, that makes my spirit so downcast. If -only the entire Persian army had retreated across the Hellespont with -Xerxes! Hordes of them still remain in Thessaly, rallying, I presume, to -attack us again.” - -“We are safe here at Salamis for the time being, and if I thought what -you have said was the true cause of your listlessness, I should not -worry, but I have feared lately that you consider seriously the -attentions of Icetes, may Pluto take him!” - -Persephone colored to her temples at these words. “Icetes is a sincere -and lovable friend. He is no more to me than an elder brother and I will -not hear his name so defiled.” - -A sneer curled the handsome lips of the Greek but his expression changed -quickly to one of passionate adoration. “I have loved you ever since I -first saw you, Persephone, and I will not allow another to come between -you, the rare object of my affections and me. Your father has consented -to a betrothal, has he not?” - -The maiden looked away quickly. “Father does not wholly approve of you, -Ephialtes, if the truth must be known. You know father has strict ideas -and I am his only daughter!” - -“Of course you are,” the young man responded irritably, “but he must -expect you to wed sometime, and where will he find a better suitor for -your hand outside of royalty? I have wealth,” here Ephialtes touched the -rich border of his costly garment and the jewel in his dark hair, “good -looks, and prospects of political favor.” - -Persephone hesitated to state that the doubtful source of Ephialtes’ -wealth was one of her father’s objections to him as a prospective -son-in-law. Also the fact that he spent his money lavishly upon personal -comforts and luxuries, but had failed to donate toward the sum being -raised for the rebuilding of Athens, was against him. - -“Do not press me for an answer now, Ephialtes. The Persians have not yet -been expelled from Greece, and you may have to don helmet and cuirass -once again before our beloved country is safe from the oriental -invader.” - -“When the Athenians return to rebuild Athens will you give me your -answer?” persisted Ephialtes. - -“I will consider seriously at that time,” replied the girl smiling -demurely into the handsome face now close to her own. - -Persephone was a true Greek in that she believed that physical beauty -was the index of the rarer qualities of mind and heart. The youth who -sat opposite possessed physical beauty to an unusual degree. The soft -breezes from across the water stirred his dark thick locks, and the -dazzling reflection of the late afternoon sun on the dancing waves was -reflected a second time from his dark eyes whose light fluctuated even -as that upon the oscillating surface of the water. - -“Tell me again of your heroism at Thermopylæ,” whispered the maiden. - -“No, I would not seem to brag of my gift of valor. It is enough, is it -not, that I have told you of my attempt to save the life of Leonidas?” - -Persephone smiled at him in approval, then her features became serious -as she asked: “Has the traitor of Thermopylæ yet been discovered? But -for him, our city would not now be in ashes and thousands of lives would -have been spared including that of my dear brother, Phales.” - -She raised tear-dimmed eyes to her companion: “Ephialtes, seek the -traitor and deliver him to us, that through the agency of man, God may -avenge that foul act of treason. Could you do this, Greece would honor -your name as it did that of Miltiades.” - -The man turned his face away, his mood quickly altered by the girl’s -words. - -“Humanity is fickle,” he replied with a peculiar air of detachment. -“Miltiades did not enjoy public favor for long, you remember. Just -because he went on a little trip to avenge a personal wrong, immediately -the populace forgot his heroism at Marathon and convicted him for that -minor offence.” - -“But,” replied the girl, “Miltiades became arrogant and forgot public -interests for his own. Zeus always punishes insolence by having Justice -recompense in due season.” - -Ephialtes was obstinately silent, unmoved by Persephone’s words. He -dared say no more for fear of betraying himself. Persephone, he loved to -as great an extent as it is possible for one of such selfish instincts -to love. She did not possess great wealth, and conscious of his own -mercenary nature, he wondered that he could so love where money was no -object. He had great respect for her mental superiority, while at the -same time he feared it, but it was her physical loveliness which -appealed to him most. He longed to possess her, body and soul, and the -usual patience with which he could await the attainment of his desires, -was becoming depleted. He had always prided himself on his ability to -bridle his impulses if he felt that they interfered in any way with the -ultimate attainment of a desired goal. Where self-restraint is lacking, -there is no order, and no one knew this any better than Ephialtes. - -It was that magical hour between daylight and dusk that is of such short -duration in the countries of the south. Away to the west stretched the -hills of Salamis, the setting sun shedding a flood of glory upon the -picturesque undulations. Then one by one the stars began to appear and -soon the canopy of the heavens was studded with myriads of twinkling -lights. - -“Let us hasten back to the island,” said Persephone shivering slightly. -“The air is chill and I brought no wrap with me.” - -The young man removed his cape and placed it around the shoulders of his -companion. Persephone seemed despondent. Even the beauty of the evening -on the water beneath the stars did not cheer her. The barge was now, at -the request of the maiden, turning its prow toward the promontories of -her temporary home. - -“Persephone,” pleaded the youth once more, “will you not give me an -answer now, and if in the affirmative, I shall be the happiest man in -all Greece.” - -Persephone smiled a little, but was still troubled. - -“Dear Ephialtes,” she said, “you have it in you to be so brave as you -proved at Thermopylæ, but before I consent to a marriage between us, I -want one more accomplishment that will bring glory to your name. -Discover for our country Thermopylæ’s traitor.” - -Ephialtes’ brow clouded. “That is a very difficult task. Will not proof -of heroic valor in the next conflict with the Persians suffice to bring -you to my arms, a willing bride?” - -The barge now glided into a cove near the city, and Ephialtes rose to -assist his fair companion in alighting from her seat at the prow. As she -yielded her arm to his, she raised to his face a countenance, though -outwardly serene, yet strangely determined. - -“On the day that you deliver to Greece the traitor of Thermopylæ I will -become your wife.” - - - - - CHAPTER VI. - Athena Speaks Through the Olive Branch. - - - “We climb the ancient steep, which chief and sage - Mounted before, through many a changeful age; - Where Cimon blessed the gods that Greece was free, - And Thrasybulus shouted ‘Victory.’” - Nicholas Michell. - -At the top of the long rugged path by which one mounted the Acropolis, -stood a young man of martial bearing. Upon his features contempt and -yearning curiously mingled. At his feet lay a city now silent and -deserted, which had once teemed with active humanity. Whether he looked -to north or south, to east or west, there crowded upon his memory in -rapid succession, incidents that brought to him the convincing reality -that this city was associated with all that was dear to him. - -The fleeting memories that crowded in and out of his mind came from a -diversity of experiences. Now there came to him thoughts as he looked -toward the Agora[2] that brought a wistful smile to his lips. He was -once more a mischievous boy running through the busy market to escape -the wrath of the pursuing vender whom he had angered by the theft of a -tempting bit of fruit. Then—and his brow clouded while a blush of shame -flushed his cheek—he was a wild youth arrogant and proud, and steeped in -sin, how deep, he did not realize till later! Then had followed the -excitement of war—his father as commander of the Greeks had won a great -victory over the Persians at Marathon! His father the great Miltiades, -whose name was on every tongue and whose praise was sung throughout -Greece, returned, the idol of the hour, and Cimon, though too young to -have participated at Marathon, commemorated his parent’s triumph with a -sumptuous feast, the like of which had never before nor since been -celebrated in Athens. And then—here Cimon’s head sank upon his -breast—had followed the disgrace and death of that father whose bravery -had been extoled throughout the land. His courageous father who had -stood firm before the darts of Datis and Artaphernes, yielded to a -desire to avenge a petty, personal wrong, and fell with an arrow in his -heart. But after all, Cimon considered, had not the father’s disgrace -brought the son to his senses? His former friends shunned him in a way -that he knew was due not alone to the paternal disgrace, but to the -former arrogance with which he had flaunted his pride of social standing -in the faces of his associates. - -The blush of shame which mantled his brow gave evidence of the remorse -which the young Cimon had suffered. Suddenly he stood erect and held his -head high, a triumphant gleam in his blue eyes. Yes he had made a real -man of himself after all and had won the respect and confidence of his -fellows, not through his poor father’s achievements, but through virtues -of his own. He would do what he could yet to bring this beloved city -back to her former splendor. The Persians though defeated at Salamis, -would he knew, rally for another attack, for they had not left northern -Greece, and he, Cimon, would exert himself to the utmost to save the -land which his father had so bravely defended ten years before. - -His eyes glowed with enthusiasm while visions of the future held him in -absorption. What Miltiades had been to Greece, he would be, and _more_. -His father had been all soldier, but in him, Cimon, were there not -mingled some of the qualities necessary to the making of a statesman as -well? He turned and viewed with grief the ponderous slabs that had once -composed the temple to Athena. Would not Athens soon need another such -edifice, grander and of more beautiful proportions than the one which -had recently occupied this site? Some leader would arise after this war, -why not he? Of course Themistocles, here his brow puckered to a frown, -was a great man and had been the savior of Greece at Salamis, but -Themistocles would soon be past his prime, whereas _he_ was young. He -drew himself to his full height, unconsciously placed his hand upon the -hilt of his sword and gazed beyond the north horizon in which direction -he knew the Persians rallied for another attack upon the stronghold of -Attica. - -His mind returned again to the statesman, Themistocles. He had been the -last person to see Ladice alive, and it was known for certain that she -was among those who ascended the Acropolis with Kyrsilus. Although it -was first reported that all of that brave little band had been -slaughtered, rumor had been rife that some of the younger women had been -spared—but only to meet a worse fate; that of captivity in the harems of -the Persians. If that had been Ladice’s fate, far better that she had -met death with the others on the Acropolis! But Ladice did not love him. -Oh, the sting of that realization! Ladice knew of the wild life that he -had led and of the drunken orgies in which he had participated. Perhaps -it was presumptuous for him to think with love upon a girl of such -stainless character as Ladice, but had he not vowed by all the gods that -he would live an upright life and had he not kept that vow for nearly -four years? - -Slowly he advanced among the ruins which lay about him, mute evidences -of a destructive power as yet unconquered. - -“She probably offered a last prayer to Athena here,” he surmised as he -sadly surveyed what had once been the sanctuary of that goddess. Vainly -he strove to suppress the violent agitation of his soul. At last with a -despairing cry he sank to his knees, and with uplifted hands prayed to -the goddess: “Oh Athena, thou who knowest what took place at thy -sanctuary, even though thou wert unable to defend it against the hordes -of Xerxes, did Ladice die among the followers of Kyrsilus or was she -taken captive by Persian soldiers? If she is now a prisoner among them, -is there a chance for her rescue? Is there a chance for this city that -is named for thee O Athena? Give me a sign, O Goddess, that is all I -ask, a sign that I may set forth with renewed hope and vigor to aid in -expelling the dreaded foes from our boundaries!” - -Cimon staggered to his feet, his eyes resting wearily on the debris that -was piled about him. Presently among the fragments of a demolished -pillar he saw something that caused him to doubt the truthfulness of his -sight. Here on the top of the Acropolis where destruction through the -agency of fire and sword had been followed by chaos, was a bit of living -green vegetation! Cimon approached in awe and bewilderment, then he -uttered an exclamation of joy, for the sacred olive tree which had been -planted in honor of the patron goddess years before, had sent forth a -new green shoot a cubit in length. The young man knew as he gazed upon -this miracle of life sprung from the ashes of death, that Athena spoke -by the olive-branch the promise that Athens should arise from her -despair and ruin. With a lighter heart than he had felt for many a weary -day, Cimon descended the path, and in his heart not only hope, but a -grim determination to help in the restoration of his beloved city, found -lodgment. - - - - - CHAPTER VII. - The Banquet of Attaginus. - - - “How oft when men are at the point of death - Have they been merry!” - Shakespeare. - -After the defeat of the Persians at Salamis, Xerxes retreated across the -Hellespont to Asia, but Mardonius was not so easily disheartened. With -three hundred thousand men he wintered in Thessaly making thorough -preparations for a second attack upon Athens the following summer. What -was his utter amazement upon re-entering the city to find it completely -deserted, its citizens having remained at Salamis, Troezen and Aegina. -Thereupon he retreated to Thebes in Bœotia there to await the Greek -offensive which was to be strengthened by aid from the Spartans. - -On a certain evening in spring, ten months after the destruction of -Athens, Zopyrus and his friend Masistius, sat outside the entrance of -the latter’s tent in the Persian encampment near Thebes. The night was -cool for that time of the year, but the chill was warded off to some -extent by a brightly blazing fire. - -“What think you of this sumptuous feast to be given by the Theban -Attaginus, on the morrow?” asked Zopyrus. - -“I expect I shall enjoy the feast, but I do not admire the Bœotians,” -replied Masistius. “They are unfaithful to their country’s cause, and -above all things I loathe a traitor. Of course our outward appearances -must be those of friendship, for they are of inestimable service to the -Persian cause, but how different from the traitorous Thebans was that -little band of Athenians who tried to defend their Acropolis!” - -Zopyrus’ brow clouded at memory of that tragic scene. “By the way -Masistius, what became of the girl whom Xerxes gave to Artabazus when -the latter was forced to surrender the maiden to whom I laid claim?” - -Masistius gazed silently into the bright flames and tossed a twig into -the fire, watching it a moment before he spoke. - -“Her young life will be consumed just as that twig. She was taken away -by Artabazus and is now a captive in his harem.” - -Masistius paused a moment impressively, then he asked without even -glancing in Zopyrus’ direction: “And the other maiden, what of her? But -that is a rude question,” he added, laying an affectionate hand upon the -other’s shoulder. “I presume by now she is safe with her people.” - -Zopyrus turned quickly and sought his companion’s gaze. “Friend -Masistius,” he said, “I have kept locked within my breast these ten -months, a secret, so precious that I hesitate to share it, and I would -not do so were it not approaching the eve of battle, but to you who -throughout this entire campaign, have been the only friend whose ideas -of life coincide with mine, I will disclose that which I had not thought -to reveal to mortal man. Although my acquaintance with the maiden of -whom you speak was of short duration, it was, nevertheless, long enough -to convince me that I want her for my wife.” - -The Persian cavalryman expressed no little surprise at his friend’s -disclosure. - -“Was the infatuation mutual?” he asked. - -“If I possess any ability in interpreting a maiden’s thoughts through -her eyes, my love is reciprocated,” said Zopyrus, the color mounting to -his temples. - -“If that be the case,” spoke Masistius heartily, “may Ahura-Mazdâo bring -you together after we have conquered Greece!” - -“And if we cannot succeed in subduing the Greeks?” - -“Then Zeus may perform the act of reuniting you,” replied Masistius -somewhat bitterly. - -The fire had by this time died down till only a few glowing embers -remained. Zopyrus rose to take his leave. - -“Farewell, Masistius, till the feast. Forget the confidences of the past -hour. This love of mine can avail nothing.” - -“Of that I am not so sure, Zopyrus. The vision of a certain beautiful -young woman has kept up my courage that might otherwise have failed me.” - -With a friendly hand-clasp, the two parted. - - * * * * * * * * - -The hall appropriated to the feast was part of the private home of the -Theban leader, Attaginus. Through a wide entrance at one side of the -hall, the guests glimpsed a court, the floor of which was of variegated -mosaic tiles forming intricate designs and patterns. In the center a -marble fountain tossed up its silvery cooling spray. Among the potted -palms and ferns, birds of bright-colored plumage flitted about adding -their sweet notes to that of cithera and flute. Rarest flowers of every -hue glowed from sculptured vases among the green foliage of the plants, -and sweet spices burned in guilded tripods. - -Within the hall the cedar-wood tables[3] groaned under the weight of -gold and silver dishes filled with tasty viands. There were thrushes -browned to a turn, fish, lentils, olive-oil, cheese, fruit, cakes baked -in the shape of Persian and Greek soldiers, and many desserts and -dainties to induce thirst for the wine which was to come later. - -The astute Attaginus had arranged his guests in such a manner that a -Bœotian and a Persian occupied the same couch. In this way he hoped to -stimulate the fraternal spirit between Persian and Greek. Thus Artabazus -found himself occupying a couch with a Theban cavalryman by the name of -Timegenidas, Masistius discovered his companion to be a certain Theban, -Asopodorus, while Mardonius and Attaginus were partners. - -Zopyrus being an inferior officer to those mentioned, sat among others -of equal rank with himself at an end of the hall. In spite of the revel -and festivity about him, he labored in vain to throw off a sense of -depression. To one of his nature it was impossible to forget the -probable tragedies of the morrow in the carousal and merry-making of -today. These men about him were trying to veil sorrow with levity; a -thing that men have done for countless ages and probably always will; a -last expiring effort to enjoy life while it is still in their -possession; a desire to crowd out of consciousness the possibility of -oblivion by a present rapturous delight in the reality of existence. - -The Greek who sat with Zopyrus observed his nonchalance and endeavored -to encourage conversation. He plied Zopyrus with questions as to his -native city, the details of the campaign from Sardis to Thessaly, until -the Persian was forced to make similar inquiries in regard to the -Bœotian, who he learned was a citizen of Orchomenus, by the name of -Thersander. - -At the close of the above mentioned courses servants entered and moved -noiselessly about, putting wreaths on the heads and around the necks of -the guests and pouring upon them sweet-scented ointments. At this point -in the feast Attaginus arose and all eyes were turned in his direction. - -“We will appoint a symposiarch[4] by lot,” he explained, “so that Greek -and Persian will be treated fairly.” - -“I believe my companion here would make an excellent symposiarch,” said -Timegenidas, laughingly indicating Artabazus. “I think he would be -sparing in the use of water. Am I right, my friend?” - -“Where wine, revelry and women, though the latter are sadly wanting -here, are concerned,” said Artabazus in a loud voice, “there I am -willing to take a prominent part.” - -“I am sure you would prove an excellent symposiarch,” courteously -replied the host, “but we will tonight follow the usual custom and cast -lots for that service.” - -The lot fell to Masistius before whom the servants placed a large ornate -mixing bowl upon a handsome golden salver. In accordance with his -practice of moderation in all things, Masistius used three parts of -water to two of wine, much to the disgust of Artabazus and a few others -present. - -“Masistius,” called Artabazus, “this may be the last wine we drink here -on earth, so beware of mixing frog’s wine. Make it strong enough for us -to forget in it the threatening dangers of tomorrow. Add some more of -that which our host says comes from Lesbos!” - -The symposiarch ignored the latter’s remarks. His large, well-built -frame, as he performed his task, attracted the attention of all the -banqueters. - -“If he attains such superb physique with three parts of water and two of -wine, we can do no better than to follow his example,” said one. - -“It is said there is none braver among the men of the cavalry,” remarked -another. - -To all this conversation, Zopyrus was a silent listener. His eyes rested -with fond approval upon the manly form of his friend Masistius. He -watched closely the frank, open countenance and was well pleased with -the jovial, but at the same time, dignified demeanor. How would it fare -with Masistius on the morrow? Of himself he did not think. He was -presently aware that Artabazus was addressing the banqueters generally. - -“You Greeks actually do not seem to miss the presence of women at your -banquets! Now to me, for my tastes are so refined, the presence of -feminine beauty adds a charm for which no amount of flowers, birds or -music can substitute.” - -The Greek Asopodorus now spoke, and his voice in contrast to the raucous -accents of the Persian, fell pleasingly upon the ears of the feasters. -“We Greeks believe in a unit of love in which love of beauty, of wealth, -sensual love, intellectual love and many others are but earthly -modifications of the true and the good. Thus a love which satisfies the -æsthetic can take as great delight in the manly strength of a youth’s -body as in the graceful, softer lines of a woman’s form.” - -“Ah,” thought Zopyrus, “Many of these Greeks think and feel as -Asopodorus. Their adoration of loveliness in any form is their -outstanding characteristic. They love the beauty of this earthly -paradise in which they dwell, yet because they love power less, they are -turning over their beautiful land to foreigners. If I had only been born -a Greek!” - -He glanced at Thersander. “I am half Greek, and may the gods smite me if -I do not look more Greek than this fellow near me! If it were not for -Masistius whom I love as a brother, I believe I should not tolerate -seeing this fair land over-run by such as Artabazus and many another -eastern despot.” - -Although the wine was not strong enough to intoxicate if taken in -moderation, the spirits of many of the guests were rising as the evening -wore on, owing to excessive drinking. At length six girls, whose hair -was entwined with daisies, appeared at the entrance to the court. Each -held a lyre and sang as she moved lightly on tip-toe between the tables. -They were modestly attired so as not to offend the taste of the most -fastidious, for Attaginus was a conservative man and much respected in -Thebes. - -“So much for your love of the æsthetic, Attaginus,” laughed Mardonius, -winking at the Theban. “In accordance with your theory why did you not -have some handsome youths dance with the lyre?” - -“Because,” replied Attaginus, “the male figure does not appear as well -in a dance, but I could have put on a wrestling match that I think would -well have pleased my guests.” - -“The girls will prove far better entertainers,” said Artabazus, who had -overheard the conversation, “but why are their charms so hidden? They -might better be a group of priestesses than dancers amid the revelry and -loud clamor of a banquet!” - -The evening wore on in this fashion, the feasters trying to out-rival -one another in attracting the attention of the six damsels. When the -singing and dancing were at an end and the maidens had disappeared, the -conversation turned to the more serious matters of the approaching -battle. Mardonius spoke. - -“The Athenians will regret their refusal to form an alliance with us -against the Peleponnesians. Remember Thermopylæ, my friend and do not -forget that Salamis was a naval battle. Athens’ powerful navy will avail -her naught in the approaching conflict.” - -“Your great leader speaks most encouragingly, my friend,” said -Thersander addressing Zopyrus, “wherefore are you so downcast?” - -Zopyrus paused a moment before replying, then said in a voice low enough -to be audible only to his companion: - -“Since you have now partaken with me at the same table, I desire to -leave with you some memorial of my convictions: the rather in order that -you may be yourself forewarned so as to take the best counsel for your -own safety. Do you see these Persians here feasting, and did you observe -the army which we left yonder encamped near the river? Yet a little -while, and out of all these you will behold but a few surviving!” - -Thersander replied. “Surely you are bound to reveal this to Mardonius -and to his confidential advisers!” - -But the Persian rejoined. “My friend, man can not avert that which God -has decreed to come. No one will believe the revelation, sure though it -be. Many of us Persians know this well, and are here serving only under -the bond of necessity. And truly this is the most hateful of all human -suffering—to be full of knowledge and at the same time to have no power -over any result.” - -Zopyrus was himself amazed at his own frank outburst. Many times had he -longed thus to express himself, and so he had revealed to Thersander -what he dared not to his friend Masistius. The east was kindling into a -glorious day as the banqueters took leave of their host, Attaginus. - - - - - CHAPTER VIII. - Masistius’ Message to Zopyrus. - - - “But down on his threshold, down! - Sinks the warrior’s failing breath, - The tale of that mighty field - Is left to be told by Death.” - Letitia Elizabeth Landon. - -Platæa lay on the northern slope of beautiful Mt. Cithæron at the foot -of which wound the picturesque river Asopus. On this day in midsummer, -four hundred and seventy-nine B. C., three hundred thousand Persians and -fifty thousand Greek allies were encamped on the north bank of the river -while the confederate Greek army which numbered one hundred and ten -thousand, waited for the Persian attack on the slopes of Cithæron. -Because of unfavorable advice from soothsayers, both sides hesitated to -commence the assault. - -After several days of suspense, Mardonius summoned his soothsayer to his -tent, the same tent occupied by Xerxes before his return to Asia. The -general sat before a table gazing steadfastly at a parchment which was -spread before him. The soothsayer bowed and approached Mardonius. - -“Did you send for me, my lord?” he asked. - -Mardonius lifted a face that was strangely pale and haggard. “Aye, -Hegesistratus, I would know the latest signs.” - -“It grieves me that the signs are all unfavorable, especially in the -case of an initiative on the Persian side,” replied the soothsayer. - -Mardonius frowned. “Can you not tell us what it were best to do? If you -can not I shall find a man who can.” - -“My lord,” replied Hegesistratus, “I have examined closely the entrails -of every sacrificial animal, and the signs are the same. Would you know -the truth? I am here to tell you, no matter what that truth may be.” - -Mardonius leaned forward clutching the table until the knuckles of his -hands were white. “Tell me, Hegesistratus, am I in imminent danger?” - -The seer turned his face slowly away and made no reply. - -“Speak, dog, or your head will be forfeit!” cried the wrathful general. - -“Then if you must needs know,” responded the reluctant prophet, “you are -in grave danger.” - -“Is there no hope?” asked Mardonius turning very pale. - -“All men pass through certain periods of danger and such a one is now -imminent for you, my lord, but the time of no man’s death is absolutely -fated and mayhap this crisis will pass!” - -“Depart and send Masistius to me at once,” said the leader in great -agitation. - -A few moment later the tent folds parted, admitting the gigantic form of -the cavalryman. The sight of the heroic figure seemed to cheer -Mardonius, for in place of his customary tones of peremptory command, he -spoke informally, even affectionately to the brave Persian. - -“Masistius I have decided to delay no longer, for provisions are low. It -is my wish that you lead the Persian cavalry in an offensive. We number -three times the enemy, therefore why delay longer?” - -“All that a true soldier wants to know is that he understands his -orders. Your slightest wish is a command, Mardonius. I shall go at -once.” - -“You are a brave man, Masistius. Ask what you will after this encounter, -and it shall be granted you. I will show Hegesistratus what little faith -I put in his soothsaying!” - -A few hours after this Masistius approached Zopyrus, calling him away -from a group of soldiers with whom he was conversing. - -“Zopyrus, I go shortly to charge the enemy and if the gods will that I -do not return, read this and obey its instructions.” So saying he thrust -into his friend’s hand a bit of parchment. A few seconds fraught with -emotion and Masistius strode off to obey his superior’s orders. - -When the Athenians observed the approach of the Persian cavalry they -descended to the plain below. Zopyrus stood, a tense figure, behind the -barracks. His bosom swelled with pride as he watched the manly form of -Masistius mounted on a black charger, likewise of huge proportions. - -“Now if I but knew the secret power of the maiden’s prayer!” thought he. - -Riding rapidly at the head of the Greek cavalry was the Athenian -Olympiodorus, a white steed bearing him to the scene of conflict. He was -not a man of large frame, but his attitude of calm self-reliance and his -military bearing gave promise to Masistius that here was an opponent -worthy of the utmost exertion of belligerent mettle. On came the two -principal antagonists, the distance between them steadily decreasing. At -last they met with a clash of weapons. - -The Greek was successful in parrying the stroke of the Persian. With -exceptional agility he dodged now this way, now that, bringing to naught -the superior strength of his antagonist. At length Olympiodorus began -losing ground. His muscles were tiring under the continued strain of -warding off his opponent’s thrust. Just when it would seem that -Masistius could make the final stab, another horseman rode up to the -assistance of Olympiodorus. In this unequal conflict Masistius felt -himself a loser. He wondered why his friends did not come to his aid, -but was vaguely conscious that they were busily engaged in battle. Still -he labored on parrying each thrust till he relaxed in complete -exhaustion and a second later fell as the sword of Olympidiorus’ helper -pierced his vitals. So perished Masistius, one of the bravest of -Mardonius’ soldiers. - -From his position behind the bulwarks, Zopyrus witnessed the death of -his dearest friend. He stood for a moment as one in a stupor. His -consciousness seemed gradually to weaken, flicker and die out, then a -new spirit appeared to take hold of him and slowly gain predominance. -After struggling for months with indecision which was gradually -destroying his willpower, the right course for him to take became -unquestionably apparent. He realized that since the defeat at Salamis, -Masistius had been the only bond that held him to the Persian despot -whose many acts of atrocity he had viewed with growing aversion. The -influence of his Greek mother had at last gained undeniable supremacy. -She had taught him while it is manly to love one’s country, it is -God-like to love the world. - -It was a new Zopyrus who turned and with resolute steps sought the -seclusion of his tent. With deferential fingers he touched the note -which his departed friend had given him and perused it with eyes moist -with unshed tears. It ran as follows: - -“To Zopyrus greetings—When you read this, my dear friend, you will know -that I am no longer among the living. My one regret is that I can not -carry out in the body that which I planned. Would it be asking too much -of you, my friend and comrade, to undertake that which death makes -impossible of accomplishment? Do you remember the eve of the Theban’s -banquet when you confessed to me that you loved a Greek maiden, whom you -returned unharmed to her people? I did not then tell you that a somewhat -similar experience has been mine. But to make this clear to you, I must -go back to that moment upon the Acropolis in Athens when Xerxes gave to -you the girl whom Artabazus had seized. If you were not too busy with -your own affairs you will remember that after granting this maid to you, -Xerxes then told Artabazus to take the other girl. I happened to be -standing beside Artabazus at the time, and never shall I forget the -agonized expression upon the Greek maid’s face as she felt herself -seized by the Persian. I understand and speak Greek but poorly, yet I -knew what she said. Observing that I did not enter into the course jests -of the other soldiers, she pled with me to save her from Artabazus, a -thing I would willingly have attempted had it been at all possible. - -“The memory of her naturally fair face distorted in the agony of fear, -haunted me and I resolved to attempt a rescue. I knew she was confined -in a tent to the rear of that of Artabazus where a number of Persian -women were kept under guard of a eunuch. I passed by the tent often that -evening under pretext of official duty beyond. At last I was rewarded by -the sight of a piece of parchment slipped under a fold of the tent. I -placed my foot upon it while I looked about to be assured no one had -witnessed the passing of the note which read: - -“‘I am a prisoner in the harem of Artabazus. Can you save me? Artabazus -has promised not to harm me till after the encounter between Greeks and -Persians. This promise was wrung from him principally through the -efforts of a jealous Persian woman who threatened my life. He and she -made a compromise, the result of which was that I should be forced to -surrender myself to him immediately after the next conflict regardless -of which side came through victorious. If you can rescue me before the -close of another battle, I will owe you a debt of gratitude which I can -never repay—Ladice.’ - -“As you are aware, Zopyrus, this occurred at Phalerum, and since then -Persians and Greeks have not met in conflict until now. I have had other -occasions during the ten months of our sojourn in Thessaly to secretly -communicate with Ladice, and in each of her messages she has assured me -of the strict manner in which his favorite mistress forces Artabazus to -abide by his word. During this time I felt my heart undergoing a change -from pity to love for this Greek girl who was so dependent upon my -mercy, and upon one occasion I grew bold enough to write in words my -adoration and hopes for the future. Her answer the next day contained -the happy news that my love was returned, and I planned on a rescue -during the next conflict, stating that I believed our communications had -better cease in order to decrease the possibility of further danger. She -told me that she believed Pædime, the jealous paramour of Artabazus, had -suspected the exchange of our notes, but realizing it to be to her -advantage to allow Ladice to escape, she had maintained a discreet -silence. - -“This then is the situation that I leave and that I trust my friend -Zopyrus to take up where fate has forced me to leave it. May the -good-will of Ahura-Mazdâo follow you in all your efforts throughout -life—Masistius.” - -The changed Zopyrus sat a moment buried in deepest thought. Without he -heard the noises which accompany preparation for battle. He hurried -forth into the open. - -“What are Mardonius’ orders?” he asked of the first soldier he saw. - -“Look for yourself,” cried the fellow excitedly, “and you will know what -his orders must be.” - -Zopyrus turned his gaze to the slopes of Cithæron and saw that the -Greeks who had held back reservedly were now, emboldened by the death of -a prominent opponent, pouring down the verdant hillside. The well-aimed -arrows of the Persians, however, kept them at bay. - -Zopyrus spied several of the Persian leaders in heated argument. As he -approached, the Theban, Timegenidas, was speaking. - -“You know well, Mardonius, that their water supply from the Asopus river -is completely cut off. Where are they able to get water?” - -“I have just been informed,” replied the leader, “that they are getting -water from a fountain called Gargaphia, yonder,” and he pointed to the -east. “Will you, Zopyrus, investigate this fountain? Take another man -with you this very night and see if it will be possible to fill the -fountain with dirt and stones. If we can do this we may well be sanguine -of success.” - -The commander turned to Artabazus. “Does the plan meet with your -approval, Artabazus?” he asked. - -“Entirely, Mardonius. I am weary of warfare and only too glad to try any -plan that may bring the quickest results.” - -To Zopyrus only did this remark have any special significance. He knew -that Artabazus was thinking of the fair captive whom he was to possess -as soon as the battle was over. - -“There,” cried Zopyrus, “the Greeks are retreating. Our arrows have held -them in check. At this time tomorrow there will be a surprise in store!” - -It was true. The Greeks were fleeing from the open plain to the shady -recesses of the mountain, there to rally for a renewed defense on the -morrow. - - * * * * * * * * - -On the silken covers of a couch in a remote corner of the tent which was -occupied by the women of the harem of Artabazus, lay the grief-stricken -form of the Greek captive, Ladice. She had been informed of the death of -Masistius, and with that realization had come also the awful knowledge -that soon she would be the property of the Persian Artabazus, whose -lewdness was the common talk of the camp. Her brows were delicately -arched and her long lashes swept her cheeks meeting the flush of color -brought to her face as a result of hours of feverish weeping. Her hair, -brown with a gleam of copper, hung over her partially bare shoulders. - -Hovering above her with contemptuous gaze, was the Persian girl, -Phædime, the reigning queen of Artabazus’ harem until the close of the -battle of Platæa. Her full lips were twisted into a sneer, and there was -a venomous light in the almond-shaped eyes of jet. Her blue-black hair -was parted above a low white brow and hung in long, thick, glossy braids -over her shoulders. - -“So your lover is dead!” she said tauntingly. “You can not regret that -fact more than I, for I had hoped to see him take you away from -Artabazus, but Artabazus is mine, do you hear? Do you think I can bear -to see you in his arms? I have promised not to kill you, but I will try -to assist you to escape if you can do so without these others knowing -what I have done.” She indicated the other women in the tent. - -“It is impossible,” sobbed Ladice. “The eyes of that hideous eunuch are -forever upon me and there are armed guards without.” - -Phædime bent over the prostrate form in a more menacing attitude. - -“I believe you do not want to go,” she said between closed teeth, “but I -will make it so unpleasant for you here that you will be glad to go even -if suicide offers the only hope for escape. Mark my words well, for I -make no idle threats!” With which words she left the unhappy Greek -prisoner. - - - - - CHAPTER IX. - The Rescue of Ladice. - - - “... Beyond the Theban plain - Stretches to airy distance, till it seems - Lifted in air,—green cornfields, olive groves - Blue as their heaven, and lakes, and winding rivers.” - James Gates Percival. - -Now in the fitful lurid glow of a hundred campfires, now in the gloomy -shadows of tents or trees, Zopyrus crept stealthily toward the tent of -Artabazus. It was approaching midnight, and with the exception of the -occupants of Mardonius’ tent, the Persians slept, many of them for the -last time before their eternal rest. Less than fifteen minutes had -elapsed since Zopyrus had quitted the tent of Mardonius, leaving the -Persian and Theban leaders in a heated discussion pertaining to the -morrow’s battle. He felt assured that affairs of war would detain -Artabazus for at least a half hour and possibly longer. The tent of -Artabazus, though at no great distance from that of Mardonius, was -difficult of access, and Zopyrus realized that his work must be -accomplished not only swiftly, but silently as well. - -A guard walking back and forth before the entrance to the women’s tent -was the only living soul visible; his measured tread the only sound -audible. Zopyrus stood like an inanimate object beside a low bush near -the tent. He watched the guard for some time, studying the opportune -moment to spring. Now the fellow’s march brought him so close to the -hidden figure that the latter had but to reach forth his hand—A muffled -cry of bewilderment, a brief struggle, a suppressed groan of agony, and -Zopyrus leaped over the prostrate form and entered the tent of the -women. - -The eunuch, a creature of repulsive form and malignant countenance, -stood just within the entrance. The noise of the struggle, brief and -silent though it was, had reached his ears. With the stealth and agility -of a panther he approached and leaped upon his prey as the latter -entered. With dagger raised aloft he would have dealt a fatal blow had -not Phædime with the strength of an Amazon, held his arm as it was about -to descend. - -“Wait, Amorges,” she cried, “do not harm this man till we learn his -mission!” Turning to Zopyrus she said, “Speak stranger, what would you -in the harem of Artabazus?” - -Zopyrus glanced quickly about him at the silken hangings richly -broidered; at the heavy woven tapestries which adorned the sides of the -tent; at panels composed of the variegated plumage of birds, and -gloriously flashing jewels; the beautifully gowned women who surveyed -him with unabashed curiosity, their shining black eyes flashing their -appreciation of the unusual over the tops of fans of ostrich feathers. -He turned again to Phædime. - -“I seek one Ladice by name, a Greek girl brought here against her will.” - -“Just a moment, I will bring her.” To the eunuch she whispered aside, “I -will fetch a gag. Do not touch him yet.” - -She returned shortly with Ladice whose appearance of unutterable -wretchedness wrung Zopyrus’ heart. - -“This officer says he has come to take you away, Ladice,” said Phædime -giving a sidelong glance at the girl to observe her reception of the -news. - -The Greek maiden took a step forward, gazing earnestly into Zopyrus’ -face. “It is not he, no it is not he! But tell me he is not dead!” - -Zopyrus spoke gently, “I must confirm the ill news, fair maiden. -Masistius died heroically on the field of battle and I am to succeed him -in an attempt to rescue you.” - -Amorges and Phædime exchanged glances, the former intimating by a nod -that it was time to produce the gag, but Phædime still hesitated, for -the girl, Ladice, flung herself with a sob at Zopyrus’ feet. - -“It can’t be true,” she cried, “I loved him and he promised to return, -oh tell me it isn’t true!” - -Zopyrus gazed with compassion into the tear-stained face as he replied: -“It is indeed true, but tell me, do you really wish to escape from the -clutches of Artabazus?” - -The girl glanced furtively about her in horror as if she expected to see -the odious form conjured before her at the mention of his name. - -“Yes, I will do anything to escape from him and if——” but her words were -cut short by a muffled cry of terror. - -Phædime had seized the eunuch and forced the gag into his mouth. “Come, -help me bind him!” she called loudly to Zopyrus. - -It was the work of a few moments, and when they were finished, poor -Amorges lay in one corner of the tent, prone and helpless. - -“You may depend upon me to help you in this project,” Phædime said to -Zopyrus. “It is necessary to lay bare to you the secrets of a woman’s -heart. I love Artabazus, and in his affections I have held first place -till this Greek girl,” (here she cast a scornful glance at Ladice), “was -brought here, and after this battle was fought she would have been his. -You see it is to my interest to get her away and to that end I will lend -you my assistance. Perhaps we had better kill the eunuch to be assured -of our safety. What say you?” - -Amorges’ eyes fairly started out of their sockets as the two approached. -Seeing that the threat had proved effectual, Phædime spurned the -defenceless body with her foot and asked: “Will you intimate to -Artabazus upon his return that violence was done you by the soldier who -rescued Ladice, and that I tried to help you?” - -The wretched fellow indicated affirmation as well as his bonds permitted -and Phædime turned to Zopyrus and Ladice. - -“Now go and may success crown your efforts.” - -“Before we go,” said Zopyrus to Ladice, “you must don this garb to -facilitate our escape.” - -He held out to her a bundle of dark clothing. The girl withdrew to an -adjoining chamber and soon appeared in the uniform of a Persian -foot-soldier. - -“Your disguise is excellent,” exclaimed Zopyrus delightedly, “now let us -hasten,” and with a brief expression of gratitude to Phædime for her -share in the escape, he and Ladice took a hasty departure. - -Only the glowing embers of camp-fires remained. The flickering deceptive -shadows that had annoyed Zopyrus in his approach to the harem-tent had -disappeared, and in their stead the encampment lay around the fugitives -in the tranquil light of a full moon, the white tents gleaming like -snow-covered hillocks. Already the Persian felt that this omen presaged -success. They threaded the narrow alleys which separated the tents in -silence so as not to betray their presence, and arrived without mishap -at an intersection of alleys, about thirty yards from the tent of -Mardonius. - -“Let us turn to the left here,” whispered Zopyrus, “and thus avoid -passing Mardonius’ tent.” - -Scarcely had the words escaped his lips when the sound of footsteps and -low talking broke the silence. - -“What is your hurry? Why will you not abide the night with Mardonius -till we decide whether or not it is advisable to attempt to cut off the -Greek reinforcements?” questioned the voice of Asopodorus. - -Then to the horror of the fugitives, the voice of Artabazus made answer. - -“Tomorrow will be time enough for that. I am weary of consultations of -war, and who knows if I be living tomorrow at this time! I have a fair -Greek captive who will this night help me to forget the dangers of the -morrow, and to her I now go despite my promises to await the close of -battle.” - -It was now too late to turn without arousing the suspicion of the -approaching Artabazus. Zopyrus could feel the trembling hand of the girl -upon his arm. - -“Have courage,” he whispered, “and say not a word.” - -Artabazus’ features expressed surprise at meeting anyone at this time of -the night. - -“Well if it isn’t Zopyrus! Have you turned somnambulist?” he asked -jocosely, but with a hint of mistrust in his voice. - -“You forget, Artabazus, the task I am this night to perform at the -fountain of Gargaphia. By the time I reach its vicinity the moon will be -low.” - -“To be sure I remember now, but whom have you with you?” questioned the -officer curiously. - -“Mardonius bade me take a man with me, and this youth wished to go,” -replied Zopyrus with an air of indifference. - -Artabazus looked disapprovingly at the slight figure of the -foot-soldier. - -“He doesn’t look very capable,” he remarked. - -“Nevertheless he is courageous, and though young, I decided to try him -out.” - -“What is your name?” asked Artabazus of the silent figure. - -The question took Zopyrus completely by surprise, but with joy he -observed that Ladice maintained discreet silence. - -“His name is Ladisius,” answered Zopyrus, “and now if you will permit, -we must be on our way, for a great deal depends upon this mission.” - -As soon as Artabazus was out of hearing, Zopyrus said to his companion. -“That was indeed a narrow escape and now we must hasten with all -possible speed, for Artabazus will begin pursuit as soon as he learns of -your escape.” - -“Halt! Give the password,” demanded the sentry at the edge of the -encampment. - -Zopyrus easily made known his identity to the sentinel who was apprised -of his mission to Gargaphia. Once beyond the confines of the camp the -two breathed more freely. The soft breeze which fanned their cheeks was -laden with the vernal odors of field and forest. The meadows through -which they sped, were dotted with field lilies and asphodel, myriads of -them, their white blossoms gleaming from the grass like the stars from -the heavens till it seemed to the fugitives that in their flight earth -and sky had changed places and that they trod the milky-way. - -“How far is it to the fountain of Gargaphia?” asked Ladice after they -had gone for some time in silence. - -Zopyrus paused a moment, scanning his companion’s face to ascertain -whether or not she had put her question seriously. Assured that she was -in earnest, he continued his pace, talking the while. - -“You are not with a Persian soldier as you suppose, my little friend. -Zopyrus, the Persian, ceased to exist when he witnessed the death of his -comrade, Masistius. My father was a Persian, satrap of Sardis, my mother -a Greek whose parents were Athenians. My environment forced me to don -uniform and follow the Persian king, but the natural heritage from my -mother, and her early tutelage, caused my soul to cry out continually -against the actions of my body. For months I was a prey of weakness and -indecision. My every act was accomplished after agonizing periods of -vacillation. My will-power was being destroyed and though cognizant of -the fact, I seemed powerless to retrieve the volition I once possessed. -With the death of Masistius all bonds of honor with the Persians seemed -severed, and I pledged myself to save Athens if it were not already too -late. If I seem a traitor in your eyes, judge me not too harshly. Gold -is not my motive, for I shall be poorer for this choice I have made; -safety is no object, for I intend to make atonement by wielding the -sword in the Greek cause. Have I convinced you, fair maid, that my -incentives are pure, and that I do well to allow this determination to -supercede my former hesitancy?” - -He was satisfied with her ready nod of assent. At last they reached the -entrance to Oak Heads pass, by which means they would be enabled to -cross Mt. Cithæron. Their progress was greatly impeded by the dense -tangle of underbrush. The branches of trees met overhead, forming a -canopy of foliage so thick that the moon’s beams could not penetrate. -For hours the crackling of twigs underfoot, and an occasional hoot from -some night-owl were the only sounds that disturbed the tranquility of -the night. - -Suddenly Ladice stopped and asked abruptly: “Did you hear that?” - -“Yes,” replied her companion, “I heard a slight sound, but I think it is -a prowling beast on some nocturnal journey. Stay close and keep your -hand upon your dagger for you may have to use it.” - -Scarcely had he ceased to speak before a command in Greek was given to -halt and give the password. Before Ladice could realize what had -happened, she heard the sounds of struggle. Her eyes, accustomed to the -darkness, could faintly discern the gleam of weapons, but she dared not -strike for she could not distinguish between the antagonists. She soon -realized that they were not fighting near her, and a sudden fear seized -her; they might miss their footing and slip over the edge of the -declivity! She decided to raise her voice in warning, when the -unmistakable sound of breaking twigs and loosened stones rolling down -the precipice, convinced her that her worst fears were an actuality. -Stunned with horror she stood for some time unable to decide what to do. -At last dreading that Artabazus might by now be well on his way in -pursuit of her, she pressed on in an agony of fear. The foliage was now -a little thinner and she could see the first faint glow of dawn in the -sky. Her physical progress was more rapid, but mentally she was -stupified by the horror of her rescuer’s fate, and she did not hear the -sounds of approaching footsteps till they were immediately behind her. - -Her first expression was one of relief that her pursuer was not -Artabazus, but she observed with chagrin that he wore a Greek uniform. -Raising her eyes half fearfully to his face she uttered an exclamation -of joy. It was Zopyrus! - -“I am glad I did not have to kill the fellow to get this uniform, for I -am a Greek. His neck was broken in the fall and as for me—” he pointed -to his right arm which hung useless by his side, “I’m afraid I shall not -be of much service to Greece!” - -Ladice opened her knapsack and tore from her dress a strip with which -she dexterously bandaged the broken member. This done, she discarded the -Persian uniform for the torn dress and together they descended the -southern slope of Mt. Cithæron as the roseate hues of morning gradually -melted away into bright daylight. - - - - - CHAPTER X. - A Venture At the Eve of Battle. - - - “There nature moulds as nobly now, - As e’er of old, the human brow; - And copies still the martial form - That braved Platæa’s battle storm.” - William Cullen Bryant. - -Artabazus’ steps were directed to the tent of the women. With heavy -tread he strode in the panoply of war. At the corner of the tent his -foot came in rough contact with a soft object and to his amazement he -discovered it to be the body of his guard. A hasty examination assured -him that the body was lifeless. Filled with forebodings, he hastily -parted the flaps and gazed within the tent. His eyes first fell upon the -prostrate form of his eunuch, then with a swift glance he surveyed the -women, and he knew what had taken place during his absence. - -White with fury he cried, “Where is the Greek girl?” - -His appearance in his wrathful state was so forbidding that not one of -the women ventured to make reply. Upon receiving no response, Artabazus -turned to Phædime, whereupon his favorite, with an assumption of her -usual self assurance, made bold to answer. - -“A Persian officer killed the guard, bound Amorges here, and bore Ladice -away with him. Is it not so?” Phædime turned to her fair companions to -confirm her words, confident in her position as favorite. - -All readily affirmed the escape as stated by Phædime with the exception -of a small oval-faced beauty with shining black hair and ruddy lips, -that would not refuse to smile at her master even in his state of -demoniac anger. - -“What say you, Parysatis?” questioned the officer, noting her refusal to -corroborate Phædime’s words. - -“If my master would know the truth,” smiled Parysatis, “Phædime herself -allowed the Greek girl to be taken away.” - -An ominous silence of horror pervaded the tent for a moment while all -eyes were turned to Artabazus, who in livid rage seized the hapless -Phædime. - -“You are hurting me,” she cried in abject terror. “Can you not know that -what I did was because of love for you? Oh, my Artabazus, if you but -commanded it, I would crawl from here to the Hellespont, where I long to -cross with you back to the land where we meet no Greeks either in -warfare or in love.” - -The Persian commander laughed wildly, a laugh that froze the blood in -the veins of his hearers. “You will never cross the Hellespont nor even -leave this tent alive!” - -There was a flash of gleaming steel, a hissing sound, and the headless -trunk of the Persian beauty sank before its murderer. - - * * * * * * * * - -During the time that Zopyrus and Ladice made good their escape from the -Persian encampment and were beginning to pursue their precarious way -across Mt. Cithæron, the Greek encampment lay in the stillness of sleep. -Above the tents rose the gentle, picturesque slope of the mountain, -where beyond the space which had been cleared, the forest stretched in -black silence. - -In one of the tents well toward the forest edge of the encampment, three -young men sat around a small table upon which a candle sent forth its -flickering light. Presently one of them arose with an impatient gesture -and strode back and forth with restless energy. - -“What ails you, Cimon?” questioned one of the two who were seated. He -was a thin wiry fellow, whose face showed the tan of continued exposure -to the elements. His nose was aquiline, his lips thin and his eye -penetrating, but withal, kindly. - -“Nothing new, Icetes, but before tomorrow’s battle I should like to know -if Ladice is confined in the harem of one of the Persian leaders as I -have heard.” - -“Wait till the battle is over, and if Zeus grants us the victory, demand -the return of the girl. The harems of the Persians will be ours then, -and to such a brave soldier as you have proved yourself to be, Pausanias -will gladly give first choice of the spoils,” said Icetes, rising from -his chair and placing a friendly hand upon the other’s shoulder. - -Cimon smiled wanly. “Perhaps you are right, my friend,” he acquiesced -“but you can not know how I suffer! Has Eros never found you vulnerable -here?” Cimon placed both hands upon his heart and smiled with a -questioning glance at Icetes. - -“If Eros has ever found him so, it was not for the love of a maiden who -possesses a heart of stone as does this Ladice whom you adore,” remarked -the third youth who up till the present moment had remained a silent -observing listener. - -“Be still, Ephialtes,” said Icetes gruffly. “Cimon suffers enough -without your reproaches.” - -“Let him suffer,” said the youth indifferently. “If he wants her badly -enough let him go to the Persian encampment and get her! He does not -know nor do you, Icetes, what the result of tomorrow’s struggle will be. -What if the enemy comes out victorious and the Persian leader carries -the fair Ladice across the Hellespont? No doubt she has already yielded -to his kisses and is beginning to enjoy the luxurious ease of an -oriental harem. Women are—” - -With an oath Cimon rushed at Ephialtes, but Icetes interposed himself. - -“My friends,” he pled in a hoarse whisper, “your altercation will be -heard by Pausanias himself. Let us sit down quietly again and maybe we -can arrive at a definite conclusion.” - -Icetes and Ephialtes seated themselves, but Cimon began to put on his -armor piece by piece till he stood before them fully armed. They watched -him wonderingly but ventured no inquiry. Then he strode toward the -entrance and turning to face them, said, “I am going to find Ladice and -bring her back.” - -Ephialtes smiled in a contemptuous manner, but Icetes was on his feet in -an instant. - -“By Zeus,” he cried, “you shall not attempt such a rash undertaking. -You, the son of the brave Miltiades, are needed for the morrow’s battle. -Your counsel and advice are indispensable. Next to Pausanias we need -you, just _you_, to show these barbarians that they can no longer abide -within our borders. Think of it, my brave Cimon, Mardonius killed and -the other leaders routed at Platæa! Make it the last battle of the last -war with them! Don’t leave us at this critical period to satisfy a -personal longing. Your father did that, Cimon, but not till he had -fought Marathon!” - -The words of Icetes had an enervating effect upon Cimon. He drooped -perceptibly and then slowly he began to disarm. When the last piece of -armor had been cast aside, he dropped into his chair again, and folding -his arms upon the table, buried his face in them. His broad shoulders -heaved, and in the silence that followed, an occasional groan was heard. -Even Ephialtes’ supercilious air left him in the presence of this real -grief of a fellow-man. - -Cimon’s agony was too much for the kind-hearted Icetes. Rising and -bending above the bowed form of the son of Miltiades, Icetes said in -earnest tones. “Let me go this night and search for Ladice. I am -acquainted with her father, Mamercus, who as you know perished at -Salamis, probably unknown to his daughter who will now be alone if she -returns to Athens.” - -Cimon made a sign of remonstrance before he was able to speak. “No, my -friend,” he said, when he had found voice, “I can not think of -endangering the life of another in the performance of a task which -concerns me so personally. I will give up what you consider a foolish -enterprise, but I fear I have lost the zest for the morrow’s battle.” - -“I will go for you Cimon,” Icetes cried eagerly, as he went for his -armor, “My part in tomorrow’s conflict will be indirect, but it will be -a vital part nevertheless. If by putting heart in you through this -service, I thus enable you to fight bravely tomorrow, I shall indeed -feel that I have helped to expel the Persians from Greece.” - -Cimon saw that opposition was useless. His eyes met for an instant the -ironical gaze of Ephialtes. - -“I imagine that rendering a real service to a fellow-man is quite -foreign to your nature, Ephialtes,” Cimon could not resist saying. - -“On the contrary,” replied the young Greek unruffled, “I recently -rendered a very great service to a very illustrious person.” - -“And no doubt you were handsomely paid for your efforts, the agreement -having been made before hand,” answered Cimon as he rose to bid farewell -to Icetes who stood ready to take his leave. - -The sight of the brave fellow clad in the panoply of war, about to risk -his life for a friend, moved Cimon deeply. Words seemed inadequate to -convey the gratitude he felt. The two parted after a warm embrace. - - - - - CHAPTER XI. - A Hero of Platæa. - - - “Here where the Persian clarion rung, - And where the Spartan sword flashed high, - And where the Pæan strains were sung, - From year to year swelled on by liberty!” - Felicia Hemans. - -The market-place of Platæa was the scene of rejoicing over the victory -of the Spartans. Pausanias, the Spartan leader, nephew of the brave -Leonidas, conducted solemn sacrificial services. - -Their victory had seemed almost a miracle, for the Athenians and -Spartans had begun a retreat to an island formed by two forks of the -river Oeroe. The Persians, when they saw that the Greeks were -retreating, pursued them. The Athenians were ahead, and the Spartans -being behind were overtaken by the disorderly Persian horde. The -Athenians learning of the encounter, decided to return to the assistance -of their allies, but were attacked by the Thebans before they could act -upon their decision. From behind the breastwork of shields the Persians -shot their arrows bravely, and for awhile the outcome was doubtful but -Pausanias and his brave Spartans succeeded in killing Mardonius. With -their leader dead, the Persians lost their fervor and fled in disorder. - -In the meanwhile the encounter between the Athenians and Thebans became -more serious. When the battle had reached its crisis, both the Athenians -and the Thebans observed a tall figure in the garb of a Greek soldier -fighting amid the Thebans like a fiend, and what amazed the Greeks most -was that he fought with his left arm only, the other being supported by -a bandage which hung from his shoulder. He seemed to bear a charmed -life. Before his sword the Thebans fell, and the Athenians pressing -around him were able to work havoc in his wake. - -Suddenly a Theban sprang in front of the one-armed fighting warrior and -cried as he crossed swords with him, “I swear you are the Persian with -whom I dined and exchanged confidences at the feast of Attaginus. You -shall pay for your treason with your life.” - -The other smiled grimly but said not a word as he entered into the -encounter, and before long this antagonist like the others, lay with the -point of the Athenian’s sword at his throat. - -“Now Thersander,” cried the victorious one, “do you surrender to Zopyrus -the Athenian, or do you meet death at his sword?” - -The Theban surrendered as had many another of his countrymen on that -day, and history tells us that among the captives was Attaginus, the -only one of the number who succeeded later in making his escape. The -wicked Artabazus instead of coming to the aid of the Persians after -Mardonius fell, fled with his troops through Phocis to Thessaly, -Macedonia and the Hellespont, and the fair Parysatis accompanied him. - -So it was no wonder that Platæa was the scene of much rejoicing upon -this occasion. Pausanias, though enthusiastically lauded by both -Spartans and Athenians, did not accept the great honor bestowed upon him -alone. He said that if he were the hero of the Spartans over the -Persians, so likewise was the stranger who fought with but one arm, the -hero of the Athenians over the Thebans. When asked who he was, Zopyrus -merely stated that he was a loyal Athenian who had been away from Athens -for a number of years, which statement he could make without distorting -the truth. - -Pausanias stood surrounded by the booty acquired in the victory over -Mardonius. The vast cables of papyrus which had composed the bridge of -Xerxes when he first crossed the Hellespont, were here displayed; -likewise the silver-footed throne and the cimeter of Mardonius and the -sword and breastplate of Masistius. - -Many beautiful women who had been in the harems of the Persian leaders -were either sold or given to those who had displayed exceptional -bravery. Of these Zopyrus was offered first choice, but to Pausanias’ -surprise he politely declined. Stepping over to the pile where were -stacked the swords, breastplates, shields, helmets and smaller articles -of pillage, Zopyrus drew forth the sword of Masistius and made the -statement that this would be a most acceptable portion of the spoils to -him. The Greeks wondered at his choice, but no one made so bold as to -question him concerning it. - -As Zopyrus was about to leave the market-place someone placed a -detaining hand upon his shoulder. Turning, the former looked into the -face of a young man of about his own height and physique but a few years -his senior, who smilingly offered his hand. - -“I wish to commend you for your bravery in the recent battle and to -welcome you back to Athens, as I understand you have not been there for -some years past. I am Cimon, and this,” he indicated a slender man by -his side, “is Polygnotus, an artist of no mean reputation. We are both -residing in Athens and shall be glad to have you meet others of our -friends in the city.” - -Zopyrus was greatly pleased. From the handsome countenance of Cimon he -turned to look at the artist, Polygnotus. Although in Greek military -dress, Polygnotus did not appear a soldier. His features were thin, -almost delicate, his nose aquiline and his mouth super-sensitive. His -hair of light brown, very smooth and straight, was dressed on the -prevailing style with the braids crossed at the back of the head and -fastened in front. His eyes were searching and possessed a mild lustre -indicative of a fine degree of intellectuality and a broad sympathetic -understanding of his fellow men. Zopyrus recognized in him at once a -kindred mind. - -“As you no doubt know,” said the artist, “our homes are in ashes but we -are returning to rebuild them, determined to lose no time in mourning -our losses, but rejoicing that the enemy is forever expelled.” - -Cimon had turned away and with another soldier sought the platform where -beautiful women, many of them Greeks, stood exposed to the rude gaze of -the soldiery. Zopyrus’ eyes followed the retreating form of Cimon and a -question arose to his lips which was anticipated by the quiet Polygnotus -who said: “You wonder at Cimon’s interest in the women and I can assure -you his motives are pure. He is searching for the girl he loves who was -taken captive by one of the Persian leaders and confined in his harem.” - -“What was her name?” asked Zopyrus tensely. - -“Ladice,” was the anticipated, but at the same time astounding reply. - -“The maiden has been rescued from the harem of Artabazus,” said Zopyrus -quietly. - -“Are you absolutely certain?” cried the artist incredulously. - -At the other’s nod he cried, “Come with me, I must inform Cimon of -this.” - -Cimon saw the two approaching and hastened forward to join them with the -words: “Ladice is not among the captive women, so it is reasonable to -believe that Icetes effected a rescue.” - -“The stranger can confirm our hopes,” said Polygnotus. “He has told me -that Ladice was rescued from the harem of a certain Artabazus.” - -Cimon turned to Zopyrus, his face white with the effort to conceal the -agony of suspense. - -“Is she now on her way to Athens with her rescuer?” he asked tensely. - -“I do not quite understand you,” replied Zopyrus. “I, myself rescued an -Athenian maiden by the name of Ladice from the tent of Artabazus. I -conducted her in safety across Oak Heads Pass. She then suggested that I -go to the Greek encampment on Mt. Cithæron, insisting she could make her -way alone to friends in safety since she was away from the Persians.” - -“Zeus is merciful!” exclaimed the overwrought Cimon, “but tell me saw -you aught of a soldier while you were crossing Oak Heads Pass? You must -have met him a little this side of the summit. It was he whom I thought -had delivered Ladice from the hands of the Persian.” - -The face of Zopyrus grew deathly pale at Cimon’s words. - -“Alas!” he cried, “I did meet a soldier on Oak Heads Pass who took me -for an enemy without a chance for explanation. We fought together, and -in the dark we missed our footing and rolled down a steep embankment. I -sustained this broken arm,” he pointed to the sling which supported the -broken member, “but my unknown antagonist was killed.” - -“Oh my poor Icetes!” cried Cimon greatly distraught. “To think that you -met your fate thus, and for me!” - -Polygnotus touched his friend’s arm gently; “Icetes would probably have -lost his life in the battle, for he was very daring. His was a noble -though useless sacrifice, but let us rejoice that Ladice has been saved. -You owe much to our new friend.” - -“I am truly grateful, Zopyrus,” said Cimon grasping the hand of the -other, “but how did you come to rescue the girl whom I love?” - -There was a note of distrust in his voice though he strove to conceal -it. - -“That is a long story that I will tell you at some other time,” replied -Zopyrus. - -As the three walked away from the public square, Cimon placed an arm -across the shoulder of Zopyrus, for he was involuntarily drawn toward -this attractive stranger, in spite of his former suspicions. But Zopyrus -was pained by his own duplicity as he thought of how recently he had -been in Persian uniform. When he would tell his new friend “the long -story, some other time,” his conscience would be clear, but for the -present it hurt him to realize that Cimon’s arm had been laid in -brotherly affection upon that same uniform, when not he, but the dead -Icetes, had worn it. - - - - - CHAPTER XII. - The Prophet At Delphi. - - - “There is but one such spot; from heaven Apollo - Beheld; and chose it for his earthly shrine!” - Aubrey de Vere. - -Instead of returning immediately to Athens, following the expulsion of -the Persians, Zopyrus and his new-found friend, Cimon, turned their -faces northward. Tempted by the beauty of the starry nights and the -absence of wayfarers, the two usually journeyed after the golden orb of -the sun had disappeared beyond the watery horizon of the Corinthian -Gulf. Along this road that skirted the gulf, the hordes of Xerxes had -marched. - -The contrast between his journey southward and northward filled Zopyrus’ -heart with stirring emotions, and in the dewy silence of the nights that -followed their departure from Platæa, Zopyrus revealed to Cimon his -peculiar identity and laid bare to this sympathetic friend the emotions -that had at first stirred and finally swayed his soul from the time that -he had left his native Sardis up to the present moment. - -Cimon was a sympathetic and wondering listener. This young man’s -experiences were so antipodal to his own that they interested him -exceedingly. A week passed in this pleasant exchange of ideas and -confidences until toward sundown of the eighth day, the purple crown of -Mt. Helicon loomed in the distance and the two knew that in another day -their journey would be completed. - -“I do not believe that Melpomene sits alone on Mt. Parnassus now,” -remarked Zopyrus meditatively, more to himself than to his companion, as -the two caught their first glimpse of the lofty dwelling place of the -Muses. - -“What did you say?” asked Cimon, puzzled. - -“Oh,” replied the other with a short laugh to cover his confusion, “I -was just giving expression to an extremely fanciful idea that occurred -to me when I passed through this gorge on my way to Athens. I imagined -that surely in the face of an invading foe, no Muse but the sorrowful -Melpomene could occupy yonder height.” - -“You were surely mistaken, friend Zopyrus,” said the other with a -seriousness that proved how highly he esteemed this young man’s -opinions. “Would not Clio, for instance, have been there to record -events that will go down in history, and surely you can not imagine that -Callio was in hiding when Aeschylus wrote his inspired verse so soon -after the victory of Salamis! Aye, and Thalia too, had a vision of the -future and knew that ere a year had passed, two friends, one who had -helped in his infinitesimal way to swell the ranks of Xerxes, and one -who, insignificant as compared with the many heroes of Hellas, would -pass together in the bond of a lasting friendship beneath her very -abode! I do not believe that any of the Muses or any of the gods ever -desert mortals, but we finite beings are incapable of comprehending -their plan for us in the process of its unfolding.” - -Zopyrus thought of the monotheistic belief of the Hellenic maiden whose -act of supplication he had witnessed on the promontory overlooking the -Bay of Salamis, but he said nothing, for he had an inner feeling that -the stalwart, aristocratic Greek who walked beside him was as yet -unready for a belief in but one ruling Divinity. That he loved the -deities of Greece was evident from the rapt gaze which he now turned to -the lofty summit of Mt. Parnassus. Was he aware that there were Greeks -of the purest blood who were turning from the ancient gods and exalting -Zeus apparently out of all due proportion? Strange emotions filled -Zopyrus’ heart, for he too marveled at the thought that belief in the -gods might no longer sway the destinies of the Greeks. - -The two young men perceived that the road turned away from the -water-side and zig-zagged across a picturesque ridge. It was now broad -daylight and they met occasional pedestrians who were returning from -consultations with the oracle of Apollo. What sorrows and ambitions, -what joys or what despair were locked in the heart of each one? Very -likely these travelers had sought the oracle upon personal matters since -their national crisis had so recently passed to their great advantage. -Here an old man with slow and feeble steps probably wished to know the -time yet allotted to him upon earth; there a mother with anxious -care-worn countenance whose boy had not yet returned from Platæa, and -beside her a young wife whose husband might have perished on the field -of battle. - -Cimon and Zopyrus did not stop to converse with any of the wayfarers for -they desired to return to Athens as quickly as possible after their -interview with the Pythoness. Presently they found themselves in a -rugged and romantic glen, closed on the north by the wall-like cliffs of -Mt. Parnassus, on the east by a ridge similar to the one they had just -crossed, and on the south by the irregular heights of Mt. Kirphis, and -in this glen stood a simple Ionic temple surrounded by many smaller -buildings; the treasuries of various cities and islands of Greece. Their -outlines were softened by vines and shrubbery in abundance. The tall -trees and towering crags of the mount of the Muses allowed the entrance -of only such sunlight as filtered through the less leafy trees. The air -was cool and laden with the dank odor of growing things. - -The two suppliants at the shrine of Apollo, after passing by the -treasury of Thebes, approached that of Athens which was a beautiful -little Doric temple of Parian marble, containing and partly built from -the spoils of the battle of Marathon. Cimon paused to read an -inscription engraved on a low parapet that supported armor captured from -the Persians in that great battle. His heart swelled with pride at the -consciousness that it was his father who had so successfully routed the -Persians on the plain of Marathon. He ventured a glance at Zopyrus and -was convinced that a loyal Greek stood by his side. - -The long low edifice just beyond the Treasury of the Athenians was the -Bouleuterion above which rose a rough mass of rock, the Rock of the -Sibyl. A priest of Apollo at the entrance of the Bouleuterion gave each -of the young men a wax tablet and stylus with which it was intended that -he write the question that he wished answered by the Sibyl whose duty it -was to make known the will of the god whose organ of inspiration she -was. The question that appeared on the tablet of each was the same; -“Shall I win the maiden I love?” The priest took the tablets and -withdrew to the rock where the priestess, a virgin clad in white, having -chewed the leaves of the sacred laurel and drunk from the prophetic -underground stream, Kassotis, sat upon a tripod above a fissure in the -rock from which a mystic vapor arose by which she soon became inspired. -Her mutterings and ravings were interpreted by the priest who wrote them -below the questions in verse. - -As was customary the men did not remain near during the trance of the -medium, but sought the Castalian Fountain which was east of the sacred -precinct at the head of a wild and picturesque gorge. The fountain was -in front of a smooth face of rock, the water issuing from a rock at the -right and being carried through a channel to an opening at the extreme -left. - -Cimon and Zopyrus seated themselves beneath a plane tree and surveyed -with delight their romantic surroundings. It was no wonder Apollo had -here chosen a location for one of his shrines! The very breeze which -brushed against their cheeks was like the breath of unseen spirits. The -leaves of the plane trees whispered unintelligible secrets and the -mountain stream murmured of mysteries as it moved majestically onward. - -Suddenly the two became aware of a figure seated near the edge of the -fountain nearly within touch of its cooling spray. It proved upon closer -observation to be that of an old man with wrinkled countenance and long -flowing beard. From under his shaggy brows he had surveyed the -new-comers with searching eyes. His hands were folded across the head of -a knotty walking-stick. Cimon, the true Greek, to whom goodness and -purity were synonymous with outward beauty, turned away from the -unlovely figure of the old man with an exclamation of annoyance, -signifying that he disliked having the loveliness of the scene marred by -the presence of the elderly stranger. But Zopyrus was differently -affected by the sight of the aged one. Something vaguely familiar in the -type of features held his gaze. - -The old man continued to survey the two new-comers with a penetrating -gaze till Cimon stood up abruptly and said to Zopyrus: “Our answers must -be ready. Let us return to the rock of the Sibyl.” - -He walked away from the fountain keeping his face averted, for he would -not deign to glance again toward the aged stranger. But Zopyrus’ heart -was filled with pity toward this old man whose eyes like living coals -burned forth their last lustre from the ashy gray of his withered face. - -“You are a stranger in Greece?” Zopyrus asked kindly. - -The old man gave an affirmative nod and said, his tones seeming to issue -from the recesses of a cavern, “You too, my young friend, are a stranger -to Greece, but not so your companion,” with a nod toward Cimon, who now -hesitated to leave the fountain side and lingered uncertainly to hear -the discourse. - -“You are right, father,” replied Zopyrus, bestowing upon him a look of -mingled wonder and approbation, “I came over with King Xerxes, but am -not intending to return to Persia. My companion here knows that though -once half a Greek, I am now entirely won over to the cause of Hellas.” - -“It is easy to turn over to the victorious side! Tell me did you fight -for Greece before taking this step?” - -“That he did,” cried Cimon who could no longer maintain his attitude of -aloofness. “Next to Pausanias himself, there was no braver in the ranks -of the Greeks!” - -The stranger’s eyes glowed with enthusiasm and he bent upon Zopyrus a -look of deep admiration. Suddenly he stood up and though he leaned on -his cane, the young men were surprised at his lofty stature. - -“Do you intend to worship the gods of Greece? I see you have made a -start by journeying here to this shrine of pagan idolatry.” He looked -about him, his sharp features expressive of scorn and disapproval. - -Cimon took an aggressive step toward the two, but Zopyrus stretched -forth his hand deterringly. - -“Tell me what you mean,” Zopyrus asked, a suspicion of the truth -beginning to dawn upon him. - -The ancient pilgrim dropped his staff, and raising his arms toward the -heavens, cried, “And the Lord shall be king over all the earth; in that -day shall there be _one_ Lord, and his name _one_. For the idols have -spoken vanity, and the diviners have seen a lie, and have told false -dreams; they comfort in vain.” - -He turned and pointed with one outstretched arm in the direction of the -oracle, and with the other extended heavenward he continued: “Thus saith -the Lord of hosts: ‘In those days it shall come to pass that ten men -shall take hold out of all the languages of the nation, even shall take -hold of the skirt of him that is a Jew, saying, “We will go with you; -for we have heard that God is with you.”’” - -The last words trembled into a silence that neither of the men dared to -break. The awful solemnity and stern conviction of this prophet of a -foreign race filled them with indescribable fear. They stood in reverent -attitude before this worthy seer whose inspired words caused the -possible utterances of the demented Pythoness to sink into utter -insignificance. When the young men ventured to look up, the aged one was -disappearing around the edge of the fountain in the opposite direction -from which the two had come. - -“Wait a moment,” called Zopyrus. “Who are you, worthy sir, who have only -strengthened convictions which I already possessed?” - -The prophet smiled and his face seemed alight with an inner radiance as -he replied, “They call me Zechariah.” - - - - - CHAPTER XIII. - The House of Pasicles. - - - “For now at least the soil is free, - Now that one strong reviving breath - Has chased the eastern tyranny - Which to the Greek was ever death.” - Lord Houghton. - -Most conspicuous among the few houses left in the city after the -departure of the Persians was one that stood at no great distance from -the Acropolis. It was a typical home of the upper-class Athenian -citizen. Its narrow stone front with a massive door and its two closely -barred windows at the second story did not present a very imposing -aspect, but if one desired admittance and felt disposed to make use of -the polished bronze knocker with which the door was equipped, his -impressions of inhospitality were immediately dispelled by the -appearance of a slave who courteously bade him enter. - -Looking down a short hallway one beheld an open court surrounded by a -colonnade and in the center of this court stood an altar to Zeus. It was -here on pleasant days that the family assembled for worship, partook of -its meals, entered into friendly discussions or played games. The -women’s apartments were above, theirs being the barred windows which -looked out on the narrow winding street. The kitchen and servant -quarters occupied the rear, but by far the most interesting room was -that which adjoined the court to the left; the library. As if by a -miracle this room remained intact. Its shelves were filled with hundreds -of rolls of manuscript, some slightly charred but undamaged by fire. At -intervals about the room, upon marble pedestals stood statuettes of the -muses, for this was the library of a poet, and could he not thus readily -summon the muse he desired? - -If one were able to tell the time of day by the shadow-pointer in the -nearby public square, he would know that it was shortly past the noon -hour. Four men were seated in the library, three of them young, the -fourth, slightly past middle-age, was the master of the house, the poet -Pasicles. - -As he sat facing his friends, surrounded by his beloved muses and -scrolls, he appeared the personification of dignity and aristocracy. His -features were clearly and delicately cut, his face thin, his forehead -high and intellectual. The folds of a white linen _chiton_ draped the -long lines of his figure. The three younger men were Cimon, Polygnotus -and Zopyrus. The soft notes of a flute came from the direction of the -court. - -“Your young son plays the flute remarkably well. May I ask who is his -teacher?” asked Polygnotus. - -“The pedagogue, Niceratus, has given Mimnermus instructions in flute -playing. It is an art in which I wish the lad to become proficient. The -Bœotians have ever excelled with the flute and I would not have -Mimnermus less skilled in the art than his grandfather for whom he is -named.” - -“In my opinion,” said Cimon, “a youth can spend his time more profitably -than with music. Think you that with the Persian expelled, all warfare -is past? Remember Athens is an object of envy to Sparta, Thebes and -Corinth, to say nothing of such islands as Aegina, Samos and Naxos, and -who knows what may take place when Mimnermus is in his early manhood!” - -“I believe all sciences and arts should form a part of every man’s -education,” replied the poet quietly, “but to each one should be allowed -the privilege to specialize in that particular phase of culture which is -dearest to his heart.” - -Cimon laughed good-naturedly. “I confess my tastes are one-sided too, -but I truly believe that our new friend, Zopyrus, is equally skilled -with the sword or the pen. I swear by the gods I never saw mortal man -fight more heroically than he at Platæa, and yet he can recite the works -of Homer, Hesiod and Sappho, and is well acquainted with the histories -of Persia, Babylonia, Assyria and Egypt!” - -“Nevertheless,” remarked Zopyrus to whom all eyes were now turned, “I -admire a specialist and will say that I hope to cultivate the arts more -assiduously. I do not enjoy fighting, but God has given me a strong body -and I hope the ability to judge correctly between right and wrong.” - -Pasicles leaned forward in his chair and looked with peculiar interest -at the young stranger. - -“Do you know the tragedian, Aeschylus?” he asked. - -Zopyrus replied in the negative, wondering at his host’s question. - -“Your statement that God has given you a strong body,” continued the -poet, “is a peculiar one. Among the numerous friends of my profession, -Aeschylus alone speaks frequently of ‘God.’ Does it not seem strange -that he exalts Zeus so far above the others, each one of whom has his or -her interest in the affairs of men?” - -“No it does not appear strange to me, for I have often wondered at the -petty jealousies existing between the gods and even between them and -mortals,” answered the Persian. - -“But,” said Pasicles earnestly, “the envy of the gods is just and -divine. Have you never noticed that if a mortal rises to too great -heights here below, some god will surely cause his downfall?” - -“That, my friend,” said Zopyrus, seriously interested, “is not the envy -of the gods, but the natural result of arrogance and pride.” - -“As I can well testify,” said Cimon sadly, “for was not my father -Miltiades, the greatest man in all Greece after Marathon? And did he not -at the very summit of his glory, stoop to avenge some petty wrong and -thus die an ignoble death? It seems that with complete success, passes -that good judgment which is ever present as we strive to attain some -worthy end.” - -“The fate of your hapless parent,” said Pasicles, “should prove a -warning, but alas, man is little content to profit by the sad -experiences of his forefathers. Each one must learn for himself in the -school of life, and many there be who, in the realization of success, do -not lose their power of judgment, and such as these are partially -rewarded by the gods here on earth.” - -“What do you think of our statesman, Themistocles?” asked Polygnotus. -“Is he not of the type likely to lose his head over his popularity, for -truly one must admit his advice about Salamis was a turning point in our -affairs with Persia.” - -“In truth,” replied Pasicles, “I like not this blustering statesman any -too well. My sympathies have always been with his rival, the just -Aristides whose policies are not for the purpose of display, and whose -reserved manner has won the confidence of the refined, thinking people.” - -“Themistocles has the interest of Athens truly at heart, and the people -have just awakened to a realization of this,” said another voice from -the doorway. - -Zopyrus looked up and saw a stranger, to him at least, whose gaze after -it had fallen upon each of his three companions, rested in final -friendly curiosity upon him. His waving hair and short beard of rich -chestnut brown framed a face of surprising manly beauty, the face of a -man about the age of Pasicles. His forehead was smooth and broad, the -brows rather prominent, the eyes meditative, but containing indications -of a hidden fire which might leap forth were their owner challenged to -uphold a conviction. - -“Welcome into our midst, Aeschylus,” exclaimed Pasicles rising and -extending his hands to the newcomer. “We will not continue to argue -about Themistocles and Aristides as we have been wont to do. You are -acquainted with the soldier and the artist, are you not, but here is a -stranger to you I am sure, Zopyrus who fought bravely at Platæa.” - -The tragedian, Aeschylus, crossed the room and seated himself by the -side of Zopyrus, who wondered at his searching gaze but did not resent -it. Above all things the sincerity of Aeschylus greatly impressed him. -The poet seemed to be one who was forever searching after truth. Zopyrus -regretted that he had read none of the plays of this great man. He knew -that his fame was due principally to his powers as an advocate of the -truth, painful though that truth might be, and to the fact that he did -not avoid the difficult problems of life, but faced them with earnest -zeal and saw them through to the finish. Of the mighty and forceful -language which conveyed his ideas, as opposed to the more elaborate and -artificial style of Pasicles, Zopyrus had heard, and he enjoyed the -privilege of conversing with the great poet. - -Two kindred souls had intercourse through the eyes and the medium of -conversation. An attachment which time would strengthen sprang up -between the young Persian and the older poet, such a friendship as was -not uncommon among the Athenians, where a man of maturer years lived -again in a younger man the joys and possibilities that might have been -his, and where a youth looked with reverence to an older companion whom -he worshipped as a hero. - -Presently Pasicles arose, and leading the way through the court, bade -his guests follow. Soon they found themselves in a garden, strolling -along paths bordered with trees, flowers and shrubs, opening here and -there to reveal a statue of some sylvan god reclining under the shade. -An aged gardener was tending the flowers with loving care. - -“Where are the women, Hagnias?” asked Pasicles as the five men -approached. - -“Under the arbor near the fountain,” was the reply. - -It was as Hagnias had said. Upon a stone bench and a large high-backed -stone chair were seated three women. The woman in the chair arose -smilingly when she beheld the men and approached Pasicles who pressed an -affectionate kiss upon her smooth white forehead. - -“Cleodice my wife, and my daughters, Eumetis and Corinna, this is -Zopyrus who is to be a guest in our home for awhile. The others you -know.” - -The matronly Cleodice heartily bade Zopyrus welcome and her sentiments -were echoed by her daughters. Corinna who resembled her mother, -especially in the wealth of auburn hair which both possessed -acknowledged the introduction and then made her way to the other side of -the fountain to where Polygnotus stood gazing into the mirror-like -surface, and Zopyrus as his eyes followed these two, knew that love -existed between them. - -The other daughter, Eumetis, who seemed the feminine counterpart of her -father, was her sister’s senior by at least a year. She did not possess -the physical loveliness of Corinna but her plainer features expressed -sincerity and selfishness almost to a fault. One knew that the plain -exterior harbored a soul that would give and continue to give for the -sake of those she loved. If it is possible to possess selfishness to a -fault it is where one’s greatest joy comes from seeing others happy and -this was true of the elder daughter of the poet. If self is the only -prison that can ever confine the soul, Eumetis was as free as the birds -of the air. - -“Amid such charming surroundings as these, one ought never to be sad,” -said Zopyrus to Eumetis after the introduction. “It seems a miracle that -this lovely home was spared. Do you happen to know why it escaped -pillage?” - -“Some say,” replied the daughter of Pasicles, “that it was spared out of -respect to my dear father, but he modestly refutes this and claims that -because of its size and proximity to the city, it was chosen as quarters -for Persian officers. Even the altar to Zeus remained unprofaned and the -manuscripts, many of them, were just as my father had left them.” - -“Although this is indeed a lovely spot, I shall not test your -hospitality to the limit. I intend to help rebuild Athens, and soon with -the combined efforts of many, there will be homes for all,” said Zopyrus -smiling into the girl’s serious face. - -“Indeed,” she said, “we shall be delighted to have you with us. My -father has spoken very well of you and says you have offered to copy -some of his odes for him.” - -“That is very small payment in return for lodgment in this miniature -paradise,” the youth returned gallantly. - -Eumetis laughed and blushed. “Our paradise on earth is a good deal what -we make it. True joy comes from within, happiness from without. I have -tried to cultivate the spirit of joy, but believe I have failed -miserably. With Corinna it is different. She is always gay. Happiness -comes to her unasked, so I believe she has a well of joy within her.” - -The man and the girl looked in the direction of the fountain to where -Polygnotus and Corinna sat together on the edge of the marble basin. - -“Polygnotus has been a caller here for some time,” continued Eumetis. -“The horrors of recent events have delayed but not altered his purpose.” - -“I could wish your sister no greater happiness,” said Zopyrus, “for I -admire this artist very much.” - -“Yes, Polygnotus is fortunate indeed in possessing the love of the girl -whom he admires, but his most intimate friend, Cimon, has not been so -successful where affairs of the heart are concerned. He has not seen his -sweetheart since he returned from Aegina, and he does not know what fate -may have befallen her. She was not among those who fled to Troezen and -Salamis.” - -“That is truly most sad,” replied Zopyrus with feeling. “It may be that -when the city is back again to its normal condition, she will appear. If -she loves Cimon she will return to him.” - -“Ah, but there lies the difficulty,” said Eumetis, “She does not love -him. I called her his sweetheart wrongly, for it is purely a one-sided -affair, and I fear that she will never return. Cimon idolizes her, and -would have made her his wife ere this, but she refused. Can you think of -anything more tragic than unrequited love?” - -“It is most unfortunate, but I believe unusual, for in my opinion true -love has its origin in a mutual attraction, for we creatures, of dust -though we be, are conceited enough that we love those who love us. There -are exceptions, of course.” - -Eumetis turned away. “The exceptions often prove the rule, and -unfortunate are they whose lives give proof of this.” - -They joined the others as did Polygnotus and Corinna, and all entered -the house to partake of refreshments. - - - - - CHAPTER XIV. - Beyond the Dipylon Gate. - - - “Athens, the stately-walled, magnificent!” - Pindar. - -The sun sank in an unclouded blaze, but with the approach of evening the -toilers did not cease. The builders of the pyramids of Egypt could boast -no greater zeal than that with which the Athenians fortified their city. -Men, women and children, rich, middle-class and poor worked together for -the attainment of but one end; the erection of a wall about their city -which would protect it from over-ambitious states and cities. Stones -from partly demolished buildings, broken pieces of statuary, the debris -of structures once the pride of every loyal Athenian, added bit by bit -to the work of defense. - -Zopyrus labored near the Diomean Gate lifting the large stones into -places which had been freshly spread with mortar by the women and -children. In vain his eyes searched the throng for a figure, the memory -of which occupied his thoughts almost constantly since Salamis. He had -worked at different sections of the wall in the hope that somewhere he -would see her employed in the common task of all, but though he -anxiously scanned a thousand faces during the course of his labor, hers -was not among them. - -A young man at his side nudged his elbow. “By tomorrow at this time the -wall should be of sufficient height for Aristides and his companion to -leave for Sparta to join Themistocles who awaits them.” - -Zopyrus agreed with the youth’s statement and added, “It was a clever -scheme of Themistocles to go to Sparta apparently to argue about the -feasibility of building a wall around Athens, the while he planned to -have all Athenians erect such a wall. By having Aristides delay in -joining him he made it possible for us to get the wall to a height -sufficient for defense.” - -“Themistocles is very clever, no doubt,” replied his companion, “but the -calm judgment of Aristides is not to be discredited.” - -“Of course not,” said Zopyrus, “but it is the wit of Themistocles which -will frustrate the ambitions of Sparta this time. Aristides is like the -moon which is now rising on the other side of the city, as compared with -the sun, Themistocles.” - -At this moment Abronychus, a youth whom Zopyrus had met after the battle -of Platæa, approached the two with a friendly clap upon the shoulder of -each. - -“Zopyrus and Lysimachus! I am glad to see you two together. In my mind I -have always associated you as men of like temperament.” - -“But,” said Zopyrus jocosely, “an argument has engaged us both up to the -present moment. Your friend puts much confidence in the opinions of -Aristides, while I maintain Themistocles to be the superior of the two.” - -Abronychus’ smile spread into a broad grin. Turning to Lysimachus he -said, “Your father wishes to talk with you at once. I met him at the -shop of Aphobus where he awaits you.” - -As the figure of Lysimachus disappeared in the crowd Zopyrus remarked, -“A likely young fellow. I liked his upright manner, though his opinions -differed from mine.” - -“His father summons him,” said the other, “that he may bid farewell -before leaving in the morning, at least twelve hours before he expected -to make the trip. You see his father is Aristides who is to join -Themistocles at Sparta.” - -“Aristides his father!” exclaimed the crest-fallen Zopyrus. “Well I like -him and hope he will not resent my remarks.” - -“If I know Lysimachus,” said the other, “he will take no offense at what -you said. I hope you will see him again. He has worked near the Diomean -Gate ever since the wall was commenced. Your energies have not been so -concentrated, for if I remember correctly, I have seen you at the gate -of Diocharus and upon another occasion you were unloading stones at the -north of the city beyond the Acharman Gate.” - -“I will tell you the reason for my scattered efforts, though I maintain -I have worked diligently wherever I happened to be. I began at the east -side of the city, working near the different gates, a half day at a time -and traveling northward. I am searching for a girl whom I met at the -time of the battle of Salamis. I have not seen her since, and I know not -where to find her.” - -“Her name?” inquired Abronychus. - -“Alas I did not ask it, but her face I can not forget! Eyes that reflect -the heaven’s blue, straight brows, delicately chiseled nose, a mouth -that——.” - -Abronychus threw up his hands in deprecation. “I have not seen her, or I -have seen hundreds of her! Which shall I say, my friend? I must be going -now and I wish you success in your search for the missing lady.” - -After the departure of Abronychus, Zopyrus toiled lifting rocks and -pieces of masonry. It was with a feeling of ineffable relief that he -heard the orders of the night-guard and saw that others were coming to -take the places of those who had labored since mid-afternoon. Presently -an approaching female figure caught his eye and in an instant he -recognized Ladice whom he had rescued from the coarse Persian officer. -She was conversing with an older woman and Zopyrus tried to attract her -attention, for from her he hoped to learn the identity of her companion -on the Acropolis. The tired workers in their eagerness to get to their -homes for rest, pressed between him and Ladice, and he soon lost sight -of her. He was pleased to know that she had reached Athens in safety, -but his heart was filled with anxiety for the maiden whom he had rescued -on the Acropolis. - -As Zopyrus passed the Sacred Gate he glanced down the broad white road -that he had followed the day he bore in his arms the unconscious Greek -girl. The moon back of him shed its soft ethereal light over a scene -that had recurred to him again and again in memory. Moved by an -unexplainable impulse, he passed through the city-gate and pursued his -course along the road that stretched luringly into the distance, -bordered by the dusky shadows of olive trees. - -Scarcely had he proceeded a furlong when he became aware of a figure -several paces ahead. The man, for so it proved to be, was lost in -thought and walked slowly, his head bent forward in meditation. Zopyrus’ -first impulse was to return to the city, but something familiar in the -man’s dress and figure arrested his notice, so he carried out his -original intention of taking a moonlight stroll along the Sacred Way. -Before the man turned Zopyrus had recognized the poet Aeschylus and -simultaneously with the recognition came a feeling of joy that this much -revered man could be his companion upon such an occasion. Aeschylus -recognized the youth as he approached and placed an arm across his -shoulders as together they proceeded to the northwest. - -For some moments only the sound of their sandals on the stony pavement -broke the stillness, but at length Zopyrus asked: “Did this road -stretching into the distance lure you too as you passed the gate?” - -“It always entices me, for it is the way to my home. I live at Eleusis.” - -Zopyrus expressed no little surprise, for he had always thought of -Aeschylus as a native of Athens. - -“I had planned to move to Athens,” continued the poet, “so my elder son -could attend the Academy, but God saw fit to snatch him forever from me -in the late war with the oriental barbarians.” - -Aeschylus stood a moment, his head bent forward, his attitude that of a -man in complete subjection to a master. Zopyrus imagined that his lips -moved but there was no sound forthcoming. Then there came to the Persian -the memory of the maiden’s prayer, followed by the song from a myriad -unseen throats, the mighty pæan that had saved Greece. Zopyrus as he -watched the poet in silence knew that he too prayed. When the latter -raised his head Zopyrus said tensely: “Your prayer is the second of its -kind that I have seen. It ascends straight to God—“—then after a -moment’s pause, “Tell me how do you explain the miracle of Salamis?” - -Aeschylus gazed long and earnestly into the eyes of the young man before -he answered. - -“It was a word from the invisible, unapproachable Spirit of the -universe.” - -Zopyrus was greatly moved by the poet’s words. - -“You believe that in great crises Zeus will help those whom He believes -to be in the right?” - -“Yes, but I believe that this God must have been approached by a devout -suppliant, and that this was his answer to an earnest prayer.” - -“Aeschylus,” said the young man, and he stood and faced his companion so -that the moon shone full into his face revealing his emotion, “I was -myself a witness, the only one, to the prayer that saved Greece.” - -“You a witness to such a prayer!” exclaimed the incredulous poet. - -Zopyrus nodded, then as the two resumed their nocturnal promenade he -related to the interested philosopher in detail, trying not to reveal -his identity, the facts of his meeting with the girl upon whom he had -not laid eyes for a year. After his narration had been concluded he was -conscious of the fixed gaze of his companion upon him. - -“Zopyrus,” said Aeschylus, “I have decided to begin work on a tragedy -which will present the Persian point of view and especially that of the -royal family in this war, I would be very grateful would you acquaint me -with many details of life at Susa.” - -Zopyrus was startled. Had his words or manner of speech betrayed him to -the friend whom above all others he esteemed most highly? It was -apparent that even if Aeschylus did know him to be a Persian by birth, -he was neither rebuking nor condemning him for that fact, but rather was -he mildly assuring him that his birth need be no detriment to him in his -present surroundings. Zopyrus believed that Aeschylus was convinced of -his sincerity in the present interests of Greece. - -“I shall be pleased to assist you in your great work,” he replied in a -quiet tone. “Having spent a few months out of each year at the Persian -court, I should know something of the Persian view-point.” - -“Were you a servant or a member of the nobility?” questioned the poet -quickly. - -“Must I tell you that?” asked the younger man. - -“I should like to know.” - -“Very well, I am a cousin of king Xerxes. My father was satrap of Sardis -and an own brother of Darius Hystaspis.” - -The older man turned quickly and his brow clouded as he cried:— - -“What do you mean by parading in Greek clothes and looking with love -upon a maiden of Hellas? Think you that a pure lovely girl of our land -would return the affections of a cousin of the profligate Xerxes?” - -Zopyrus’ reply was made with becoming dignity. “I sincerely believe that -the girl returns my affections, and as for my Persian ancestry, what -think you of my features?” - -Aeschylus’ expression of anger softened as he looked upon the young -man’s face. - -“There is the mystery,” he said in a puzzled voice, “I can think of no -other than Theseus when I behold you. Your face is the type that -characterizes our people.” - -“From my departed mother have I inherited the features in which you -behold a likeness to one of your national heroes, but not alone in face -and form do I resemble the Greeks, but in nature too am I truly one of -you. My mother was a Greek whose parents were members of the family of -Ceryces.” - -“Ceryces!” exclaimed Aeschylus in surprise. “Outside of the family of -Eumolpidæ, I know no better in all this fair land. I bid you welcome to -Greece and into our midst. I was not mistaken in my first impressions of -you. Will you overlook the hasty words I spoke a few minutes ago?” - -“I was not offended,” replied Zopyrus, “for I knew that after mature -deliberation you would be convinced of the reality of my sincerity. My -conscience has been my guide. I have always tried to obey it, thus -keeping it ever sensitive.” - -The poet smiled kindly into the earnest young face flushed with emotion. - -“Young man, perfection lies in just that,” he said, “keeping the -conscience sensitive. If you continue thus to strive after perfection in -your youth you will be laying up virtues which will serve you in the -crises of life which come later.” - -“But I have often thought,” said Zopyrus puzzled, “that sometimes it is -very difficult to determine between virtues and vices. That may sound -very strange to you who consider them to be exactly opposite, but -occasionally even a sensitive conscience can not discriminate. It seems -to me that virtues and vices are very closely allied. How easy it is for -one who is the very soul of generosity to over-step the bound and become -a spendthrift! Might not one who possessed the virtue of thrift pass -over the hair-breadth boundary into the vice of miserliness? Might not -one of a loving nature tend toward licentiousness if not watchful, or -one of self-restraint become too cold? Then again if one is neat and -careful about one’s personal appearance might he not become vain if not -watchful, or on the other hand if indifferent to the appearance of his -body because the weightier matters of the soul concerned him more, might -he not have the tendency to grow filthy and untidy in appearance? So it -seems to me, my good Aeschylus, that it takes a very alert and sensitive -conscience indeed to distinguish between the so-called virtues and -vices, and to pass judgment correctly.” - -“You are right, my boy, it does, and remember this; that in letting your -conscience decide matters, you must not forget that no man lives unto -himself, for everything he does affects another, but I see you are -tired,” he said. “You have worked hard at the wall. In that you have -done rightly, for toil is mankind’s greatest boon and life without -industry is sin.” - -Zopyrus glanced toward the sky, “The moon is beginning its descent and I -must return to the house of Pasicles.” - -“One moment before you go,” said the poet, laying a detaining hand upon -the other’s arm, “You as a member of the Ceryces family should be -initiated into the divine mysteries of Eleusis. Had your departed mother -never mentioned them to you?” - -“As a very young child I remember my mother’s having mentioned, upon -several occasions when we were alone, the Eleusinian Mysteries and my -childish mind nourished by an exceptionally vivid imagination, dwelt a -great deal upon the probable nature of these enigmatical rites.” - -“At two months from this time when the moon is again in its fullness, I -will act in the capacity of mystagogue for you. Till then I will see you -occasionally at Athens in the home of our mutual friend. May the God who -is powerful above all others protect you.” - -With these words he was gone leaving Zopyrus puzzled but greatly elated. - - - - - CHAPTER XV. - What Happened at the Theatre of Dionysus. - - - “Forth came, with slow and measured tread, - The ancient chorus, solemn, dread, - And through the theatre’s ample bound - Stately they took their wonted round.” - Schiller. - -After the passage of a few weeks, Zopyrus became convinced of a fact -which caused him great concern. It was the growing love for him which -Eumetis could ill conceal. An alliance with the house of the -aristocratic poet would be an honor. Zopyrus believed and rightly, that -he had found favor with Pasicles and Cleodice. Still he knew that while -he respected and admired Eumetis for the many desirable qualities which -she possessed, he did not love her as a man should love the woman whom -he chooses out of all others to be his mate. The cognizance of this -unreturned affection and his inability to rediscover the maiden who was -the object of his love were the only obstacles which disturbed the -course of an otherwise peaceful existence. - -Sparta’s pernicious ambitions were timely frustrated and Athens -surrounded by seven miles of solid masonry and with Themistocles as its -temporary idol, settled down to its pre-war mode of life. In the Agora -the fishmonger’s bell announced the opening of fish-market, artisans -went to their trade, the wealthy sought the shops and other public -places or gossiped while they rested in the comfortable seats in the -shady arcades. But the ordinary routine was frequently interrupted by -judicial duties or public services pertaining to religious festivals, -Olympiads or theatrical performances, and it was upon the latter -occasion that on this day the crowds were leaving the market-place and -pursuing a westward direction to the theatre of Dionysus which was an -amphitheatre situated on the southern slope of the Acropolis. - -Entrance was procured for the public through great gates on the right -and left which opened into the orchestra or circular pit where the -chorus marched and sang between the acts. The orchestra was situated -between the stage and the auditorium which had a seating capacity of -thirty thousand. The stone seats which rose tier upon tier were very -wide and actually consisted of three distinct parts; the first as a -seat, the second as a gangway for those walking, and the third part was -hollowed out a little for the feet of those sitting above. The whole -semi-circular structure was cut by stairs which like radii divided it -into sections to facilitate the locating of seats. At the top of each -division upon a pedestal stood the bust of some god or goddess, that of -Dionysus occupying the middle section or place of honor. - -Considerably to the right and about half way down in the section of -Aphrodite sat Pasicles, Cleodice, Polygnotus, Corinna, Zopyrus, Eumetis -and the lad Mimnermus. Bright colored kerchiefs adorned the heads of the -women all over the assemblage, giving a gala appearance to the scene. At -intervals over the theatre there were raised seats with high ornate -backs, arm-rests and cushions. These were reserved for judges and -officials or for any who were deemed deserving to occupy them. In one of -these seats near the front of the section of Dionysus sat the tragedian, -Phrynichus, so privileged as the composer of the tragedy, “The Capture -of Miletus,” which was about to be enacted. Next to him was seated -Aeschylus, his younger contemporary and staunch admirer. - -Above the vast assembly stretched the azure sky across which an -occasional fleecy cloud moved with the gentle breeze. Behind and above -rose the Acropolis crowned with its marble ruins, and to the front of -the audience, visible in the distance a little to the left of the stage -was clearly discernible the conical outline of Hymettus, while farther -to the east stretched the purple range of Anchesmus. - -In his play, Phrynchius vividly presented to his spectators, the sad -events of the downfall of the beautiful city of Miletus. He did not -hesitate to blame certain Greek leaders who allowed themselves to be -influenced by secret agents from the enemy, so that many ships -treacherously sailed away at the opening of the battle. As the play -proceeded the poet in gifted language put into the mouths of his actors, -the tragic tale of the plunder of its dwellings, the conflagration of -its peerless temples and the captivity of its citizens. There arose in -Zopyrus’ memory the pale, tear-stained face of his mother when she -learned from the lips of her stern husband, the fate of her native city. -Sixteen years before she had been taken to Sardis as the bride of the -Persian satrap, but she had never forgotten the city of her birth, nor -did she ever recover from the effect of its sad fate and the probable -doom of friends and relatives. Zopyrus recalled how as a lad of fourteen -he stood beside his mother’s death-bed and received from her lips the -request to avenge the destruction of Miletus. Scalding tears filled his -eyes as he sat with bowed head. Hearing a stifled sob he looked up and -saw that Eumetis was likewise in tears. Thus encouraged, to discover -that he was not alone moved to tears by the memory of a past tragedy -that lived again before thousands, he scanned the multitude around him, -to learn that many were weeping. Scarcely was there one who had not lost -a loved one, or who was not in some way painfully reminded of disasters -through conflict with the Persians. In this great common grief Zopyrus -felt himself to be truly one in heart with the people about him. - -While in this mood he felt a light caressing touch upon his arm, and -turning met the eyes of Eumetis looking up to him with sympathetic -understanding, and in their violet depths he read a truth which, because -he was young and life held for him the possibilities which it offers to -all who are ambitious, flattered while yet it sincerely pleased him. -Before he realized what he was doing his hand sought hers and held it, -delighting in the thrill of contact. - -At the close of the drama a resonant voice from the stage addressed the -throng. It was the ex-archon, Conon. - -“Citizens of Athens,” he cried, “will you let go unpunished the offender -who has this day moved to tears, thousands? Is it without complaint that -you listen to words which cause you to live again the miseries of the -past? Has not Greece borne enough without being thus clearly reminded of -past afflictions? I move you we fine the author one thousand drachmas as -a punishment.” - -Aeschylus was upon his feet in an instant. - -“Rather should our friend here,” indicating Phrynichus, “be rewarded the -sum of a thousand drachmas for the skill with which he depicted those -scenes of woe.” - -“Pay no heed to Aeschylus!” cried a voice. “He is a poet who probably -entertains like ambitions. Phrynichus should be fined, not only for his -own misdeed, but as a warning to aspiring poets that we care not to have -presented to us thus our national tragedies.” - -The sympathies of the group who were around Pasicles were with -Phrynichus and Aeschylus, and so likewise were hundreds of others, but -the majority resented the fact that they had been forced to yield to -tears. The motion carried and the tragedian was forced to pay the -penalty inflicted upon him. - -As the crowds were leaving the amphitheatre Zopyrus espied Aeschylus and -said as he approached him: “That was a good word you spoke for your -elder friend. Our sympathies were with him.” - -“Phrynichus I believe,” answered Aeschylus, “would rather lose the -thousand drachmas than have failed to stir the hearts of the Athenians -as he did today. The light of victory was in his eye, and mark you, -Zopyrus, Conon has not frightened me either, for I intend to work on my -‘Persæ’ with the hope that my audience too will melt into tears! But I -have unpleasant news for you, my friend. I am leaving soon for Sicily to -visit Hiero, tyrant of Syracuse. My promise to escort you to the -Mysteries will have to hold over till another year, however you will -find in the most noble Pasicles a worthy mystagogue, and it is my -earnest desire that you become initiated into the Mysteries at once.” - -“Shall I not see you again before you leave?” questioned Zopyrus much -agitated at the thought of his friend’s imminent departure. - -“I fear not, but time does not drag on the hands of youth, and,” he -added with a smile, “you may find the girl of the Acropolis! Farewell.” - -He was gone and there seemed a chaos in life where Aeschylus had once -been. The truth-seeking poet had meant much to him since he had first -met him in the home of Pasicles. He had known personally many poets and -philosophers who in parasitic fashion drew their nourishment from the -court of King Xerxes. They were neither original in their ideas, fearing -to arouse the wrath of the king by any deviation from customs, nor were -they sincere. Aeschylus would cater to no man, nor did he bow to public -opinion. The truth clothed in forceful language, was what he presented -to the Athenians, and they could take it or spurn it as they chose. - -The sight of Eumetis waiting for him filled Zopyrus with a pleasant -consciousness that the chaos might after all be filled with a living, -loving personality, and he hastily joined her. Her slender face, usually -serious, lighted up with joy as she beheld the youth approaching. - -“The rest have gone on,” she said, “We must hasten if we are to overtake -them.” - -“Is it necessary that we overtake them?” asked Zopyrus in a voice that -sounded unnatural. - -Eumetis blushed and shook her head in the negative. “No not if you -prefer to delay.” - -“I do, Eumetis, for I have something to say to you.” He paused a moment -then continued: “Will the daughter of the aristocratic Pasicles deign to -look upon Zopyrus whose origin is to her unknown, as a suitor?” - -“You are mistaken, Zopyrus, if you think your parentage is unknown to my -father. Aeschylus has revealed your identity to him, though I know not -what it is and care not as long as Pasicles approves.” - -For answer Zopyrus drew her arm within his own and together they crossed -the Ceramicus as the shades of evening were beginning to descend. - - - - - CHAPTER XVI. - The Celebration of the Mysteries. - - - “Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught - In chorus or iambic, teachers best - Of moral prudence, with delight received - In brief sententious precepts, while they treat - Of fate, and chance, and change in human life.” - John Milton. - -The first rays of sunlight were gilding the pillared temples of the city -as the procession for the Eleusinian Mysteries filed through the Dipylon -Gate. It was the fifth day of celebration, the previous four having been -spent at Athens in listening to formal proclamations, taking vows, -undergoing purification and being crowned with garlands as emblems of -initiation. Light were the hearts of the youths and maidens as with -singing and dancing they wended their way carrying cists containing -offerings to Demeter and Dionysus. At the head of the procession was -carried a statue of the infant Iacchos, a form of Dionysus. - -Many of the female celebrants rode in carriages as the journey was a -long fatiguing one despite the many stops made. Zopyrus walked beside an -open litter in which sat Cleodice and Eumetis. - -“My children,” said Cleodice smiling, “these mystæ are celebrating your -betrothal though they know it not! I regret so much that Pasicles was -unable to be with us, but he has invoked the blessing of Hymen upon you. -The nuptials will be solemnized immediately upon our return from -Eleusis.” - -Eumetis glanced shyly at the young man who strode beside the carriage. -He had not looked well lately. There was something drawn and haggard -about his features. - -“I fear these days of initiation into the Mysteries are proving too -strenuous for you, Zopyrus. You do not look yourself today,” said -Eumetis with concern. - -“It is nothing,” replied Zopyrus, “but I shall be glad when these rites -are over.” - -“For more reasons than one surely,” laughed Cleodice. “I remember how -impatient your father,” turning to her daughter, “was when it was -necessary to wait till the close of the Nemean games to celebrate our -marriage.” - -Zopyrus turned to survey the landscape which lay all green and gold -about him. The familiarity of the scene at this point came to him as a -shock. There to the right lay the olive-grove and there, he could -mistake it not, was the same tree beneath whose gnarled branches he had -laid his precious burden on that day which would live forever in his -memory. Again he seemed to feel the weight of her unconscious body; -again he observed the beauty, winning seriousness and refinement of her -features and yet once again he imagined he heard her ask if he were not -a disguised Greek soldier! It was with an effort that he forced these -memories from him. A year had passed and he would probably never see her -again. She must have perished during the months that followed the battle -of Salamis as many Greeks had. It was folly, he resolved, to waste one’s -life in vain regrets. He was about to take as his wife a chaste girl of -excellent parentage, whose love was wholly his, and he would do his best -to make her happy! As they passed the path to the southward where he and -the maiden had turned to view the battle from the promontory, he turned -his eyes resolutely to the anxious countenance of Eumetis and smiled, -seeking to forget that which would force itself uppermost in his -consciousness. He partially succeeded, for the eyes of the maiden, so -full of loving regard, gave him a promise of undying affection. He -placed his hand over hers as it lay on the side of the carriage, then -suddenly he stopped as if struck by an arrow. - -Upon his ears in solemn cadence fell again the hymn to Dionysus, the -pæan of joy which had miraculously saved Greece. It was now being sung -for the first time since that memorable event. Every voice that helped -to swell the triumphal song, thrilled with irrepressible ecstasy. Only -in the heart of one did sadness mingle with joy. - -“What is the matter, Zopyrus? You are ill! Mother, stop a moment! I can -walk as far as the fountain of Kallichoros while Zopyrus takes my seat -in the carriage.” - -Zopyrus quickly gained control of his emotions. - -“Foolish girl,” he said with mock severity, “do you think I would ride -while you walked? I assure you I am perfectly well. The fountain is just -now in sight where we shall rest and enjoy a little jest and -merry-making.” - -The voices and innumerable instruments which had filled the heavens with -harmony ceased their music. Vast masses of clouds which swept the sky, -alternately unveiled and eclipsed the sun. A crisp breeze sprang from -the sea, so that the mystæ proceeded along their way after a short stop, -desirous of reaching the Fountain of Kallichoros before the storm which -threatened should break. Their hopes were more than realized. The sun -peeped out from behind a cloud just as they reached Eleusis by the sea, -and shone directly above the gleaming temple to Demeter. With its magic -rays it lit up the whole sacred precinct. First were visible the -propolæa and the small temple of Pluto. To the left was the Telesterion, -a large covered building adjoining which was the sacred temple to the -goddess Demeter, where only those were admitted who had received full -initiation. - -“This is the sacred temple,” whispered Cleodice who already assumed the -office of mystagogue, “and beyond, where you see the waving field of -corn, lies the Rharian Plain where Demeter first sowed corn. Still -farther is the field called Orgas, planted with trees consecrated to -Demeter and Persephone.” - -An official cried in a loud voice, “To the sea, ye Mystæ.” - -“You must undergo further purification,” said Eumetis, “before you can -proceed nearer the holy environs of the temple.” - -At this point Cleodice and Eumetis left Zopyrus who was hurried on with -others to the seashore and into the sea where the final purification -took place. Nearly opposite lay Salamis, the view from this point -differing but little from that which he had obtained from the promontory -nearer Athens. - -The sun had set and the stars came out one by one. As he stood upon the -sand and gazed toward the hazy outline of Salamis, an ecstatic mood took -possession of him. Conscious of his own impotence, he sank upon his -knees and lifted his eyes to the God who had saved Greece, and who was -manifest in all the wonders of nature around him. - -Soon he realized that the other mystæ, bearing flaming torches, were -leaving the shore and repairing to the temple. As he hurried hither he -met Cleodice with a torch for him. - -“We are going to the Telesterion to hear the address of the hierophant,” -she explained. - -The flickering, reddish lights from hundreds of torches cast grotesque -shadows and produced a weird effect as they entered the enormous hall -and seated themselves upon the steps which surrounded the square floor -on all sides. Within this square many who had been in the procession -from Athens marched and sang with the lyre, the flute and the barbiton. -Upon their heads and around their shoulders rested garlands of -interwoven flowers. - -The revelry ended at the appearance of four men from one of the six -doors which were arranged in pairs on three sides of the hall. First in -order came the sacred torch-bearer followed by the altar-priest who wore -the insignia and carried the holy emblems for the service. Immediately -behind him came the hierophant whose duty it was to expound the truths -to the newly initiated. This man, chosen in the prime of life, was -selected from the aristocratic family of the Eumolpidæ. His term would -last till his death, for such was the custom regarding the election of -this officer. In his footsteps followed a fourth figure, the sacred -herald, who together with the altar-priest and torch-bearer, was chosen -for life from the sacred family of Ceryces, the family in which Zopyrus -could proudly claim membership. - -A hush fell upon the assembly at the appearance of these venerable men. -The hierophant with outstretched hands invoked the blessing of the -Mother goddess upon the celebrants. Then in a well modulated voice he -addressed his words to the newly initiated. - -Zopyrus sat as one in a trance, for the sentiment was similar to that of -many utterances of his beloved friend Aeschylus. His thoughts wandered -for a moment to his poet friend and he wondered if he were faring well -on his journey to the island of Sicily. He was probably at this moment -on the surface of the dark sea searching the far horizon for a first -glimpse of fiery Ætna, a favorite abode of Demeter and her daughter -Persephone! This brought his thoughts back again to his immediate -surroundings and he listened as the hierophant spoke:— - -“When I look upon yonder green fields, I call upon the faithful to give -thanks to Demeter, that is, that active manifestation of the One through -which the corn attains to its ripe maturity. Whether we view the sun or -the harvest, or contemplate with admiration the unity and harmony of the -visible or invisible world, still it is always with the Only, the -All-embracing One we have to do, to Whom we ourselves belong as those of -His manifestations in which He places His self-consciousness. - -“The wonderful miracle of reviving vegetation, of the grain which dies -in the ground and springs anew to life, illustrates man’s longing for a -revival of his own life, and serves as an assurance of his hope of -immortality. - -“Many of you sit before me fearful for the morrow, for you know not in -the day or in the night what course fate has marked out for you. But -think you that any part of the self-consciousness of this omnipotent God -can sink into utter oblivion? I tell you that death is but a passing out -of this life into a larger, fuller existence like unto the change which -takes place in a kernel of corn when it is planted in the ground. What -change does Demeter work in that corn? What change will the One -accomplish in you? In Demeter you see explained the mysteries pertaining -to the source of life. In Persephone you behold life itself with its -problems. Their relation to each other is emblematic of man’s -resurrection. We are here now to win the friendship of the Mother and -Daughter that we may procure a blessing at their hands in the next -existence.” - -The hierophant withdrew, and the sacred herald announced that a mystery -play would be enacted. - -Aeschylus had hinted to Zopyrus that the celebration consisted of -“things said” and “things done.” The young man’s eyes were fixed in -eager anticipation upon the clear space in the center of the Great Hall, -around the sides of which were seated not less than three thousand -spectators. The actors gained access to the pit by means of trap-doors -which opened from below. - -“The first scene,” whispered Cleodice, “will represent Persephone and -some girl friends picking roses, lilies and hyacinths in the fields of -Enna in Sicily.” - - - - - CHAPTER XVII. - Persephone. - - - “Yonder brook Demeter’s tears received, - That she wept for her Persephone.” - Schiller. - -Scarcely had the words fallen from Cleodice’s lips than there appeared -several maidens running, dancing and pirouetting. They seemed to be so -many sylvan nymphs effusing the spirit of eternal spring among imaginary -wooded hills, beside babbling brooks and amid fragrant meadows in search -of flowers to wind in their long hair which streamed behind them or fell -about their shoulders as they ran. - -“The one with the richly broidered gown of pure white is Persephone,” -explained Eumetis, observing that Zopyrus’ eyes were fastened upon that -figure. - -Seated between Cleodice and Eumetis, Zopyrus had not withdrawn his gaze -from the girl in white, the Persephone. It was the maiden whom he had -rescued on the Acropolis! - -“She is very beautiful, is she not, Zopyrus?” questioned Eumetis with -pique. - -But Zopyrus did not hear. - -Happy Persephone! Life that moves along with nothing to disturb its -tranquility! Presently she sees a flower, a narcissus, fairer and taller -than any around it, but it is far away. She leaves her companions and -runs gayly to pluck it. Her hand is almost upon the fair blossom when -lo! the earth opens at her feet, and a chariot drawn by two black horses -emerges seemingly from the very bowels of the earth. Within the chariot -stands a dark, somber-visaged man upon whose head rests a crown with a -solitary dull red stone in the front. This man is Hades,[5] lord of the -underworld. He seizes the hapless Persephone who struggles vainly for -freedom, and placing her beside him in his magnificent chariot, vanishes -with her to the nether regions. - -While this scene was being enacted, Zopyrus sat as one dazed, for in the -person of Hades he had recognized the traitor of Thermopylæ. - -Again the pit is occupied, this time by two female figures clad in robes -of mourning. They are Ceres and her faithful maid Iambe. Ceres questions -every one they meet in the hope of finding some trace of her lost -daughter, Persephone. Hecate, goddess of night, is approached with an -inquiry regarding the possible whereabouts of the unfortunate girl, but -Night has seen nothing, only heard the cry of anguish. - -During the six months that Persephone dwelt with Pluto, her husband, the -face of nature showed the withering touch of the mourning goddess. It -was for Helios, the sun god, to reveal where Persephone was hidden, and -during the remainder of the year that Persephone’s abode was with her -mother, Ceres’ magic influence was made manifest in the growing and -maturing vegetation. - -So the mother goddess, Earth, who during her sorrow had caused all -nature to be barren, produced fruit, flowers and grain in abundance. As -her faithful heart pined for her daughter, Life, so do we mourn the lost -lives of our loved ones until our souls are assured of their -resurrection. So often from the bitterest experiences of life do the -greatest blessings come. - -A communion service followed the presentation of the suffering and -rejoicing of Demeter, in which all the initiates drank of the same cup -with the representatives of the goddesses. These ceremonies appealed to -the eyes and imaginations of the celebrants through a form of religious -mesmerism. - -The ceremonies over, the crowds moved slowly out of the Telesterion. -From the entrance to the rock-terrace, Persephone and Agne, the woman -who had represented Ceres, watched the departing throng. - -“An appreciative audience, do you not think so, Persephone?” asked the -older woman. - -“I sincerely hope so,” replied the girl. “My greatest happiness can come -only from successfully convincing others that there is a future -existence for all who deserve it.” - -“I saw my cousin, Cleodice and her daughter, Eumetis,” said Agne. “There -was a young man seated between them, and I believe he must be the one to -whom Eumetis is betrothed. He will find Eumetis a worthy mate, for a -more unselfish girl never lived. She loved Polygnotus, but when she -realized that her sister, Corinna loved him, she stepped aside and gave -Polygnotus every opportunity to pay court to her sister. But see who is -coming to pay court here, little Persephone! Behold Pluto is vanished, -and in his stead we see Ephialtes. I was young once, Persephone, and if -I mistake not, your greatest happiness lies with him, not in revealing a -future life to others. Do not misunderstand me, my dear, your part as -Persephone is a noble one and may be for a year or two yet, but then -younger Persephones will come to the front, and you do not want to -become a Demeter!” here Agne laughed bitterly. “I once stood as you now -stand and hesitated between a lover and an ambition,—and now I am just -Demeter, truly a noble calling, but not life as it should be. You are -life, Persephone! You personify it! Then live it, and Ephialtes will -gladly share it with you.” - -Persephone was amazed at Agne’s frank outburst. She had always known her -as a devout, conscientious woman whose interest in her part of Ceres in -the mystery-play was the obsession of her life. It was now vividly -impressed upon her that Agne had once been young as she was, that Agne -had once loved and been loved, and now Agne’s advice was to make the -most of that love which comes in life’s spring-time. - -“But I always thought you wanted me to succeed you some day as Demeter!” -the girl exclaimed wonderingly. - -“Maybe some day you can, but live first. Demeter was a mother, and I -believe a real mother will present the truths of our belief more vividly -than can one who has never known the joys and pangs of motherhood.” With -these words Agne left the maiden just as Ephialtes approached. - -“Come with me to the Grotto of Pluto, Persephone,” said Ephialtes. “I -wish to have a word with you alone.” - -The Grotto of Pluto was a half furlong distant from the Great Hall which -the two now left by way of the rock-terrace. The night breeze from -across the Rharian plain was warm and laden with the odors of grain -fields. - -“The usual cool sea breeze has deserted us tonight,” remarked -Persephone, “but I love equally well that which blows from the land. It -seems to bear a message from others who live in our own fair land and to -unite us by its common touch.” - -“I love that wind,” said Ephialtes, “which blows across the water from -strange, unknown lands, bringing with it a feeling of mystery. It is -characteristic, I suppose, that the woman love her native land and the -familiar haunts of her childhood, but the man longs to explore the -unknown.” - -“Yes I love Greece, Ephialtes, and who would not? It has the richest -pale-blue air, the loveliest mountain forms and silvery estuaries, -sinking far into the heart of the land!” - -They arrived, meeting no one, at the entrance of the Grotto of Pluto. - -“Let us go in,” said Ephialtes softly. “There is a new statue of Iacchos -I would show you.” - -“Some other time, Ephialtes. There is no one here. Tell me what you said -you wished to tell me when we were in the Telesterion.” - -Ephialtes was keenly disappointed that the girl would not enter the -grotto with him. His impulse was to carry her bodily there, but he knew -her utterances of remonstrance would attract attention, so he silently -obeyed her wish, feeling impotent rage. - -“On the second night of the next full moon, there is to be a festival of -Dionysus on the island of Naxos. Will you go with me, Persephone?” - -He was standing before her; he clasped her hand and gazed pleadingly -into her eyes. She hesitated and turned thoughtfully away. - -“I will go with you if I may take Agne as chaperone,” she replied. - -Ephialtes answered with well concealed irritation: “Very well, if you -insist, but surely you do not mistrust a friend of such long standing as -myself, and oh my dear Persephone, will you not change your answer to my -question which was put to you last when we drifted together in the barge -off of Salamis?” - -“My answer is the same, and by the way, have you found any clue to the -identity of the traitor of Thermopylæ?” - -The young man glanced furtively about him and made answer: “Not yet, but -you may rest assured I will find him since my future happiness depends -upon it. Goodbye now, sweet Persephone, till the second night of the -full moon. I shall count the hours as lost till I see you.” - -He strode toward her as though to embrace her, but warned by her -attitude of aloofness, merely imprinted a kiss upon her hand. He could -well afford to bridle his passions so as not to offend her before the -excursion to Naxos. - - - - - CHAPTER XVIII. - Agne’s Advice. - - - “Could love part thus? was it not well to speak, - To have spoken once? It could not but be well.” - Tennyson. - -Alone in the darkness outside the cave of Pluto, the words of Agne kept -ringing in Persephone’s ears:—“Live first! A mother will present the -truths more vividly than one who has never known the joys and pangs of -motherhood.” Was this longing which filled her being, love for the man -who had just left her, or was it merely an indefinable desire to fulfill -the requirements of nature in regard to her sex? - -A short distance away the massive temple stood in dim relief against a -starry sky. An occasional group of celebrants passing between it and the -silent figure of the girl, revealed the sacred edifice and its precincts -in the fluctuating lights of their torches. Life to Persephone had not -been unlike that solid masonry, which had stood since it was built, -unaffected by storms without, but now the flickering lights revealed it -in a new aspect; showed it by the wavering illumination to contain -secret nooks and crannies which had before been invisible. So had this -new emotion lighted Persephone’s soul till it brought into evidence -secret chambers of her being of which she had been heretofore -unconscious. - -Once before this yearning had taken possession of her being—she blushed -with shame to think of it, but it was when the Persian officer had -kissed her, after they had witnessed together the great battle. Of -course it was wicked, she thought to herself, to think of that brute who -had dared contemptuously to push aside the first civilities of their -acquaintance, and behave in such a rude manner, for Ephialtes who was a -Greek had never dared—— - -“Anyway,” she said half aloud, “he was probably killed at Platæa and it -serves him right—only—of course—death is a pretty severe penalty just -for kissing a girl, even if one has no right to do it—no, I hope he -isn’t dead. He wasn’t as handsome as Ephialtes, but there was something -more courageous and masterful about him, and his eyes didn’t shrink from -looking right into mine—” - -With her hand upon her breast, her eyes wide and bright, she said -aloud:—“Live first! A mother will present the truths more vividly than -one who has never known the joys and pangs of motherhood.” - -The sudden consciousness of someone standing near, caused her to start -violently and stammer in confusion, as she realized her last thoughts -had been audible. A young man had appeared out of the shadows. - -He came a few steps nearer and said humbly: “I beg your pardon for this -intrusion. I came from the temple to explore the Grotto, then I saw you -standing here, truly a vision to satisfactorily complete this impressive -scene. I stood and watched you. I had no idea you would think aloud!” - -Even in the faint light Persephone had recognized her rescuer of the -Acropolis, and though her heart quickened its beat and her cheeks -flushed, she resented his having heard her words, and said somewhat -haughtily: “I thought all the Persians had left Greece by this time.” - -“All the Persians have,” he replied. “I am a Greek.” - -A contemptuous smile curled her lips. “It must be convenient to be able -to change one’s nationality at will!” - -Her words stung him, but he did not swerve from his purpose. He took a -step closer to her and said evenly: “I have been searching for you ever -since the Persians were defeated at Platæa and now I have found you. Who -are you Persephone?” - -She did not shrink from him at his approach, but with lips slightly -parted and eyes wide with wonder, gazed steadfastly into his face. As -their eyes met, his features relaxed from their severity, and once again -he felt the same impulse to hold and kiss her as he had after the -miracle of Salamis. All disdain had vanished from her attitude, and the -words he had heard her speak and the vague yearning which they -expressed, might not he—? His arms were stretched forth to take her, his -lips eager to meet hers, when the vision of another face came between; -the face of one to whom he had made a sacred promise of love! Was he -weak, that he could change his nationality and his sweethearts to -accommodate his moods? He backed away, covering his face with an -uplifted arm, and uttered a sob, “It is too late, little girl! Forget -that I sought you after the Mysteries, forget that I love you.” - -Persephone’s lips quivered as she asked faintly: “Why is it too late?” - -He did not answer, so deep was his emotion. Suddenly a new thought -occurred to him and he asked roughly, “That fellow who played Pluto with -you, does he—love you?” - -She lowered her eyes in embarrassment as she answered, “He has said -so—but—” - -“That is enough,” Zopyrus interrupted rudely, “had you any—thought of -accepting his attentions? This may seem rude to you,” he added -apologetically, “but believe me, my motives are pure in asking you -this.” - -Persephone looked shyly into the eyes of the man whom she now knew she -loved more dearly than any other, and desiring to entice him into an -avowed declaration of his adoration of her, she said demurely: -“Circumstances might favor my acceptance of the young man who played -with me as Pluto.” - -Zopyrus ground his teeth in secret dismay. He knew she was innocent of -the fact that her would-be-lover was a traitor, but how could he, -Zopyrus, who was in honor bound to renounce her, reveal her lover’s -identity, and bring disappointment to the maiden’s heart whose longings -he had heard in her own words but a short time ago. He could not, he -felt, be like the dog in the manger of which Aesop had written. If he -could not have her, he could not deny her happiness with another—but a -traitor! Perhaps it was best that she should know before it was too -late. He looked again into her eyes and opened his mouth to speak, then -with a shrug of despair he turned and left her. - -He was gone, and so were all the celebrants bearing torches. The temple -was now an indistinct black blot against the sky. No cracks and crannies -were revealed by wavering lights! Someone touched her arm. It was Agne! - -“Did you take my advice, dear Persephone?” whispered the woman. “Did you -decide to live? Did you accept him?” - -“Did I accept whom?” asked Persephone dazedly. “Oh, yes—no—, I—that is -he is going to take me to celebrate the festivities at Naxos on the -second night of the full moon. Will you, dear Agne, go with us as -chaperone?” - -Agne consented and said, “I know he loves you. He seemed loath to leave -you just now. Do not allow his role as Hades to prejudice you against -him.” - -Persephone felt relieved, for by Agne’s last remark, she knew that in -the dark Agne had mistaken the stranger for Ephialtes. - -“You are right, Agne, I will live while I am young. When Ephialtes asks -me for an answer at Naxos, I will accept him.” Persephone’s voice -faltered, and Agne misunderstood the cause of the quavering tones. - -“I wish you, dear girl, all the happiness that might have been mine, had -I chosen differently when I stood at the forks.” - - - - - CHAPTER XIX. - Ephialtes’ Plot. - - - “So drives self-love through just, and through unjust, - To one man’s power, ambition, lucre, lust.” - Pope. - -It was eventide in the Agora. Booths were being closed for the night -while merchants and customers were preparing to seek the comfort of -their homes. Gradually the streets became quite deserted except for a -few dogs whose opportunity to feast came at the close of day when some -of the refuse from the meat and vegetable markets lay about the stalls. - -Cimon on his way to dine at the home of Pasicles nearly collided with a -figure as he turned the corner directly in front of the shop of Aphobus, -a dealer in jewelry and vases. After the first moment of surprise at -meeting anyone at this hour he recognized Ephialtes. With a friendly nod -and word of greeting he would have passed on his way, but Ephialtes -called him by name and indicated that he wished to speak with him. - -“My dear friend Cimon,” he began, “excuse me if I seem to intrude where -your affairs are concerned, but after having been myself a witness to -the evidence of your great passion for the girl Ladice, I can not but -desire to assist you and I believe I can be of some use to you in -attaining your heart’s desire if you will but listen to me.” - -Cimon detected the reek of wine upon the breath of Ephialtes and fought -against a desire to give some plausible excuse and hasten on his way, -but the words of the latter undeniably aroused his curiosity. - -“Are you aware,” continued Ephialtes, glancing about to make certain -they were not heard, “that Ladice is now a ward of the great -Themistocles.” Ephialtes laid special emphasis upon the word “great” and -looked keenly to note the affect of his words upon his listener. - -Cimon made an impatient gesture. “Do you think to make me jealous of a -man twice my age who has a family of ten children, and has probably -taken Ladice under his protection because he was a personal friend of -her brave father who was killed at Salamis?” - -“Indeed you misjudge me, my friend,” replied Ephialtes assuming an -aggrieved air. “I had not thought of him in the role of lover. But while -she is under the protection of Themistocles her mind must constantly be -impressed by his opinions, and you know, yourself, that the statesman -does not love you nor did he your father before you. And why, pray tell -me, does Themistocles hate you? Ah, you hesitate because of personal -modesty, but I will tell you why. It is because you are likely to become -his bitter rival. He sees in you not only qualities which he himself -possesses as a leader, but likewise some that you have inherited from -your brave father. He fears to lose public favor, and you, would you -hesitate to take for yourself that which he might lose?” - -Ephialtes could see that his words had touched a vulnerable spot. - -“It is true,” replied Cimon, “that Themistocles would never consent to -my suit, but you forget that Ladice does not return my affection.” - -“With Themistocles out of the way your chances with his ward are far -greater,” persisted the other. “Now I have a friend by the name of -Leobotes who for personal reasons, dislikes the statesman so much that -he would gladly cause his downfall. Leobotes is endeavoring to stir up -public opinion against Themistocles and thus bring about the latter’s -banishment. With Themistocles out of Greece forever what is to prevent -you from stepping up into his place? And once there you can see realized -your ambitions of uniting Sparta and the islands with us in an alliance, -and at the head of hosts of faithful followers you can put down the -revolts of our colonies. Do you think that with you as tyrant of Athens, -Ladice would continue to treat you with disdain? My dear fellow,” -laughed Ephialtes clapping him upon the shoulder, “she would gladly -forget the disgrace in which your father died and would be proud to be -the chosen bride of the idol of Athens!” - -Cimon’s vanity could no longer resist the subtle power of Ephialtes’ -flattery. In his mind’s eye he pictured himself the envy of all men. He -would first win the favor of the populace by his magnanimity, then he -would rebuild the temples of Athens that had been destroyed; the -Acropolis must have a splendid shrine to her goddess, and as Ephialtes -had said, the city must be on friendly terms with Sparta. As he realized -that all this which he visioned was possible of achievement he could -scarcely hold himself in restraint. Though it was already past the -dinner hour at the home of the poet, Cimon continued talking and -planning with Ephialtes, all else forgotten. - -“Come with me now and I will introduce you to Leobotes,” suggested -Ephialtes, and he was amazed at the readiness with which the other -complied. - -They threaded their way through the winding streets which without walks -were lined on either side by the rough masonry of the houses. Since it -was past the hour of the evening meal they met parties of youths singing -and laughing and exchanging coarse jests, all of which was a painful -reminder to Cimon of a period of his youth, not so long ago, that he -would just as soon forget. - -Cimon did not trust Ephialtes, but the well contrived scheme which the -latter laid before him was irresistible. As they brushed by open -doorways, obtaining brief glimpses of life within or heard occasional -snatches of conversation, an ecstatic mood possessed Cimon. Might not he -some day possess the power to change the lives of these people and to -put his name upon their lips, his name spoken in praise and reverence! - -As they approached one entrance, a pretty child, a girl of about ten -years, sat upon the doorstep holding in her arms a very young infant. -Cimon paused, for he was always irresistibly drawn toward children, and -drew aside the shawl which covered the baby’s face. - -“Oho,” he laughed bending over the tiny figure, “behold, Ephialtes, a -future citizen of Athens, and who knows,” he added meditatively, “the -possibilities that lie in that small bundle of life. What is his name, -child?” pinching the girl’s cheek. “A good name means a good start in -life.” - -The girl’s brown eyes flashed proudly. “We have given him a wonderful -name. There is no better in Athens. We call him Themistocles.” - -Ephialtes laughed outright and pulled at Cimon’s tunic. “Come,” he said, -“we must hurry on—to the business of naming the unborn citizens of -Attica.” - -The house of Leobotes was the last one before the widening of the -street, where four other lanes like the fingers of a hand united at the -palm, and the so-called “palm” was a small square beautified by an -ornate drinking place. The two men refreshed themselves at the well -before seeking to gain entrance at the home of Leobotes. The owner -himself answered their knock. - -It is a peculiar thing that we are sensitive at times to the proximity -of extremely agreeable or antagonistic natures, though they be out of -range of sight or hearing. Such a feeling of repellence Cimon possessed -as he stood at the doorway of Leobotes. True he had never loved -Ephialtes any too well, but there was a subtle charm of manner in the -handsome young Greek that drew his victims toward him, an attraction -that Leobotes with perhaps no baser traits of character, lacked. - -Leobotes was a thin man with a pointed beard of sandy color and shifty -eyes of a nondescript pale blue variety. His appearance was anything but -inspiring, and Cimon felt his previous aspirations shrivel within him -whenever he tried to meet the evasive glance of this friend of -Ephialtes. Leobotes, as soon as he had been informed of the reason for -the visit, set some wine before his guests and after taking a draught -himself, rubbed his hands and smacked his lips as he turned to Cimon, -whom he had known by sight as the son of the hero of Marathon. - -“I am a patriotic and loyal citizen,” he began, “and I believe in -promoting that which is for the good of our beloved city, and I believe -equally,” he paused impressively, “in doing away with that which is a -menace to Athens. Themistocles is only waiting his chance to sell our -city and the freedom of its inhabitants to the highest bidder. How do I -know? I was near him at Salamis and I heard the messages he sent by his -slave to the Persian king, to block the Greek ships up in the bay.” - -“Is it possible,” asked Cimon deeply impressed, “that he sent such word -to Xerxes?” - -“Not only possible,” exclaimed Leobotes, “it is a fact. As you know that -was done too,” he concluded with an air of satisfaction. - -“Yes it was done,” Cimon acknowledged, “but we won, did we not? Terror -fell upon the Persians when they heard the loud chant of battle and the -martial sound of trumpet from the Greek ranks and soon ships, Persian -ships, were colliding, their oars—” - -“Yes, I know all that,” Leobotes interrupted with impatience, “but that -was all contrary to the way Themistocles had planned, and I believe the -purpose of the deed and not the result should be the cause of punishment -to the perpetrator.” - -“If the truth were sufficient to convict him,” said Cimon, “I should -agree with you that the motive of an act is of primal importance, but do -you not think banishment a very severe punishment unless the accusers -can obtain the most convincing evidence against the accused?” - -Leobotes smiled as he said, “You are aware of the accusations of Medism -against Pausanias. The lure of wealth and an eastern satrapy following -his victory at Platæa proved too attractive. Just recently a slave sent -by him with a message to the Persian king was overcome by curiosity and -upon reading the contents of the missive learned that he was to be put -to death as soon as his message was delivered. So had all previous -messengers between Pausanias and Xerxes met their fate in order that -absolute secrecy might be maintained. This slave returned to Greece and -made known to the Ephors the treachery of his master.” - -“What did Pausanias do?” asked Ephialtes for whom the fate of a traitor -possessed a peculiar fascination. - -Leobotes turned his pale eyes in the questioner’s direction, and to the -latter his voice sounded like the utterance of judgment as he replied: -“Pausanias fled just yesterday to a shrine of Poseidon in which place he -feels secure for the present against any violence.” - -All three were silent for a few moments. At length Cimon asked, “Do you -believe Themistocles to be implicated in this plot of Pausanias?” - -Leobotes hesitated before answering. He did not like the reluctance -which Cimon showed in accepting what he, Leobotes, liked to think of as -proof of Themistocles’ guilt. - -“It seems to me,” he answered evasively, “that all men who have tasted -success in battle and have won public favor, sooner or later succumb to -an insatiable yearning for worldly riches and glory no matter at what -price.” - -“Now Cimon is very different,” said Ephialtes quickly, fearing that the -trend of conversation was beginning to defeat the purpose for which he -had sought Leobotes’ help. “If Cimon were to succeed Themistocles as the -leading Athenian, he would accept no bribery.” - -“No of course not,” agreed the older man, quick to comprehend the -significance of the other’s remark. “There are some men whom one knows -instinctively are above such deeds.” - -Feeling that this was a suitable remark for Cimon to ponder, he arose -and refilled the empty wine goblets. - -“Well what do you propose that I should do?” asked Cimon after he had -drained his cup. - -“Nothing for the present but talk,” answered Leobotes. “You are popular -and influential. A word from you will go twice as far as a lengthy -speech from either Ephialtes or myself.” - -“Do you really think my influence could be felt?” asked Cimon as he -arose to leave. - -“My dear young man,” Leobotes made answer, and his tone was -ingratiating, while at the same time he turned and gave a knowing nod to -Ephialtes, “Much is expected of you as the son of a brave soldier. Your -name is on the tongues of many, and there is only one man who stands -between you and the highest of mortal attainments. Need I say more?” - - - - - CHAPTER XX. - The Ward of Themistocles. - - - “Talk of thy doom without a sigh; - For thou art freedom’s now, and fame’s,— - One of the few, the immortal names - That were not born to die.” - Fitz-Greene Halleck. - -In compliance with a request from the hero of Salamis, no less a person -than Themistocles himself, Zopyrus betook himself to the home of that -personage. The two had met frequently at public gatherings, and Zopyrus, -influenced by the first words he had heard fall from the lips of -Aeschylus which were tributes of praise to Themistocles, had since that -time looked upon the actions and utterances of that statesman with -approval. - -A servant admitted him and led him through the reception room to a -doorway which opened into a bright and cheerful solarium. The statist -stood with arms folded and head bent in reverie. Upon hearing a footfall -he turned quickly and greeted Zopyrus with outstretched hands. - -“Welcome, my young friend,” he cried delightedly. “You come at a time -when cheerful companionship is much needed. As if the cares of a nation -are not enough, the gods are giving me more than my share of personal -woe.” - -Zopyrus seated himself in the sun-lit room and surveyed the luxuriant -growth of potted tropical plants. - -“One ought never to feel sad here,” he remarked, “but tell me what -troubles you Themistocles.” - -“I will first tell you of my political worries, though perhaps you share -the opinion of many of my former friends, and can anticipate what I am -about to say.” - -“I can not know exactly what you wish to say, but I presume it has to do -with the turning of popular favor against you.” - -“Yes, that is at the bottom of my sorrow. Once—” here Themistocles’ -voice broke and he could not continue for a moment, “once I was greatly -honored and deservedly, Zopyrus. Do not think me a braggart to say -so—but you will remember the favors that all Athens showed me after -Salamis. I was and am still sincere in my hope for the welfare of this -most glorious of cities, but personal enemies have sown the seeds of -mistrust, and now former friends pass me with averted faces, and many -cast glances of distrust. Did I not thwart the over-ambitious Sparta? -Now the populace begins to clamor for a younger man, which is good and -natural of course, but this young man favors an alliance with Sparta, -and even argues that such a compact will be to our advantage. This young -man, do you know him?” asked Themistocles with fervor. - -“I believe you mean Cimon, the son of Miltiades, do you not?” - -“The same,” cried Themistocles, “the son of a veritable rascal, so what -can one expect!” - -“Personally I admire Cimon,” said Zopyrus quietly. “He is a warrior, -every inch of him, and I favor the plan of appointing him successor to -Aristides as commander of the fleet.” - -“Then you too are against me!” cried the older man hotly. “I had counted -on your friendship as an unswerving reality, but I realize there is no -such thing as human constancy.” - -Zopyrus was deeply moved. “I do not for one moment doubt your sincerity -in serving Athens, and at the time of Salamis your policy was a wise one -and saved Greece from a sad fate, but conditions have changed since -Platæa.” - -“Do you know,” asked the statesman leaning toward his young companion -and lowering his tones, “that there were those who doubted me at Salamis -and were ready to believe that my scheme for compelling the Greeks to -fight was an act intended to favor the enemy? Had the Persians been -victorious at the time my doom would have been sealed.” - -“Athens is too severe, too critical,” continued Themistocles, his voice -rising in excitement. “Because such men as Miltiades and Pausanias -become arrogant and selfish after Marathon and Platæa, they assume that -I must do likewise after Salamis. This Delean League which is proposed -by Cimon would exclude the Thessalians and Argives, both as you know -friendly to us, and would substitute allies of Sparta. The national -spirit which made the Greeks omnipotent against the millions of Darius -and Xerxes must live again! Oh, Athens is temporarily blind, blind, and -I am powerless to save her now! You are young, Zopyrus, will you not -fight this confederacy and clear my name of suspicions of intrigue with -Persia? Seek one Leobotes, an old enemy of my family, and prevent him -from pressing against me the charge of Medism. Do this, my friend, and -anything that is within my power I will do for you.” - -“I will do what I can,” replied Zopyrus earnestly. Changing the subject -he said, “You have heard no doubt, of the fate of Pausanias?” - -“I can imagine what it is, but I had not heard.” - -“I was informed before coming here,” said Zopyrus, “that starvation in -the temple of Poseidon ended his miserable existence. As you know a wall -had been built around the temple and armed guards stationed without who -watched night and day. Just before the end came he was brought forth -into the open to die that he might not pollute the temple.” - -“Alas poor Pausanias!” cried Themistocles, “how relentless are those who -think ill of us! You were guilty of the charge against you, but by the -gods I am not!” - -Zopyrus was deeply impressed by the grief of Themistocles. He put his -hand into his tunic and tore from his throat a talisman that had hung on -a slender chain. Thrusting it into the hand of the amazed Themistocles -he whispered hurriedly, “I hope you may never need it, but should it -prove necessary, this will make you welcome at the court of Xerxes or -his successor either at Persepolis or Susa.” - -As Zopyrus finished speaking a light step was heard in the adjoining -room, and a moment later Ladice entered. Upon observing another person, -she turned and would have withdrawn had not Zopyrus stepped forward with -the words: “Ladice have you so soon forgotten your rescuer?” - -The girl hesitated a moment, then her features lit up with a pleasant -smile of recognition. “I had forgotten your name but I have told -Themistocles many times of your bravery.” - -Both men gazed with masculine approval into the smiling gray eyes of the -girl that looked out from beneath a halo of sunshine and copper colored -hair. - -“So Zopyrus is your deliverer!” ejaculated Themistocles, “and he is a -Persian!” - -“You should use the past tense there, my friend,” said Zopyrus with -emotion, “for I have been an Athenian loyal and staunch ever since the -death of my friend Masistius.” - -At the mention of the Persian’s name, Ladice turned her head away to -hide the tears which filled her eyes. She sat silently while Zopyrus -related the story of his transformation. When he had finished -Themistocles placed his hands upon the youth’s shoulders. - -“You are worthy of your Athenian ancestry. If you can rescue me from a -fate as bad in its way as Ladice’s threatened to be, you will be in my -opinion, second only to Zeus himself.” - -“I will do all that I can,” said the young man heartily, “and will begin -with my friend Cimon who has proved too talkative of late.” - -After Zopyrus’ departure Themistocles turned to his young ward and -placing a hand upon her bright hair said, “It would greatly please me -did you find favor in the eyes of this young Zopyrus.” - -Ladice blushed in painful confusion as she replied, “For some time I -feel that no one can fill the place that my brave Persian, Masistius -held, besides I have heard it rumored that Zopyrus is to wed the -daughter of Pasicles.” - -For some moments there was silence between them. Suddenly Themistocles -said fiercely, “As long as Cimon stays away from you, I care not to whom -your heart may turn, even were it the son of my hated rival Aristides!” - -“Father, for such you have been to me since Platæa,” said Ladice, her -lips trembling with emotion, “I have wondered if Cimon’s animosity -toward you is not aggravated by my coldness to him. Has it not occurred -to you that he may consider that you alone are responsible for the -failure of his suit? If I were to accept his attentions, is it not -likely that he would discontinue his efforts to turn the Athenians -against you?” - -“It is possible, Ladice,” said the statesman sadly, “but I would under -no consideration allow you to sacrifice your happiness for me. You are -young, while I—perhaps it is better so!” - -The girl touched the hand of her foster-father with loving tenderness as -she said: “But what if I have found that I do love him, but have -hesitated to speak before, knowing as I do your justified hatred of -him!” - -The hero of Salamis placed his hand under the maiden’s chin and lifted -her face till he could search the eyes that sought to veil themselves -beneath the sweeping lashes. His look seemed to penetrate the innermost -recesses of her soul. She struggled to free herself from the gaze that -held her, as she cried beseechingly: “Only believe me, Themistocles. Do -you not see that I can marry the man I love and free you from the -terrible disgrace which threatens you?” - -The man’s arms dropped to his sides and his mighty head sank to his -breast. Ladice stepped away smiling for she knew his attitude was -significant of resignation. - - - - - CHAPTER XXI. - In the Shadow of the Acropolis. - - - “Oh, yet we trust that somehow good - Will be the final goal of ill, - To pangs of nature, sins of will, - Defects of doubt, and taints of blood.” - Tennyson. - -Zopyrus bade Themistocles and Ladice farewell and turned his footsteps -absent-mindedly to the house of Pasicles. As it was still early in the -afternoon he decided to walk to the Acropolis and view again the spoils -of the late war that were there on exhibition. Thinking to avoid the -busy street that passes to the front of the Theatre of Dionysus, Zopyrus -sought the shady but unfrequented side of the Acropolis. He was arrested -by the sound of conversation punctuated with light laughter. Something -familiar in one of the voices caused him to proceed cautiously. - -Seated upon a moss-grown ledge, the lofty wall of the Acropolis covered -with creepers forming an artistic background, sat Corinna, daughter of -Pasicles. Zopyrus gazed in mute astonishment, for this coquettish maiden -seemed a new Corinna and not the sister of the serious Eumetis, or the -betrothed of the artist, Polygnotus. Leaning against the ledge and -gazing up at the girl with steadfast attention was a florid-faced young -man, a stranger to Zopyrus. The boldness of his demeanor displeased -Zopyrus greatly, and he decided to remain where he was and investigate -the stranger’s intentions to Corinna. - -Covering Corinna’s head was a handsome brocaded scarf. When the girl -tossed back her head in laughter, the scarf slipped off and fell to the -ground. The youth picked it up, shook off the dust and restored it to -its owner. Corinna joyfully received it and warmly thanked the young man -who assured her he would delight in rendering her a real service some -day. - -Zopyrus watched the two for some time and was about to conclude that it -was perhaps a harmless flirtation when the man’s face suddenly lost its -expression of gayety and took on a serious aspect, while his eyes -gleamed with a lustful light. - -“My invitation of a few minutes ago was no joke, Corinna. Will you go -with me to Naxos on the second night of the next full moon? You will be -the queen of all there, you beautiful girl, with your crown of auburn -hair.” - -Corinna drew away from the too ardent gestures. - -“No, I can not do that. My parents, my sister, yes and Polygnotus,” she -added with a blush, “would be horrified.” - -“Do not let them know,” persisted the man. “Have you not a sick friend -who might be visited that night?” - -The maid hesitated. “Give me time to think it over. You say there will -be other girls and that the ceremonies are beautiful?” - -“Yes indeed,” he cried eagerly, laying a hand on hers, “there will be -others, but none so lovely as you! As for the artist, he is too serious -to enjoy life. With him, Corinna, you would soon become an old woman, -but I am different. I enjoy life and I can make you so happy that the -festival of Dionysus will be an event in your life that you will never -forget.” - -“Well I will try to arrange it so I can go. Where shall I meet you?” - -“At the harbor of Piræus, an hour after sunrise.” - -Zopyrus needed to hear no more. He hesitated between informing the -girl’s parents of what he had heard, and on the other hand, saying -nothing about it, but going to Naxos himself, unknown to her, as her -guardian. After debating the problem all the way home, he decided upon -the latter plan as the better, in that it might spare Pasicles and -Cleodice disappointment and mortification. - - * * * * * * * * - -On the day following the events of the preceding chapter, Cimon was the -recipient of a message the purport of which caused him to doubt the -accuracy of his sight. The note was from Ladice, the ward of -Themistocles, requesting him to meet her in the latter part of the -afternoon at the mossy ledge on the east side of the Acropolis. -Believing that it was all part of a dream from which he would awaken to -miserable reality, Cimon hurried to his trysting-place with fast beating -heart. His eyesight might still be tricking him, but there standing by -the ledge, her figure draped in a gown of palest blue that revealed -while yet it concealed the graceful lines of her form, stood Ladice, the -one being who could raise him to the heights of Olympus or plunge him to -the depths of Hades. The desire to take her in his arms was controlled -so that he presented a calm and dignified exterior as he approached with -the words: “I am here in answer to your summons, Ladice, and I am at -your service.” - -She raised to his, eyes that betrayed no emotion either of love or -hatred, as she made reply: “I am here simply to say that if you will -cease in your attempt to bring about the ostracism of Themistocles and -will try to undo the evil you have already committed, I will become your -wife, otherwise my former decision concerning a marriage between us -remains unchanged.” - -Cimon could no longer doubt the truth of his senses. This lovely maiden -whom he adored was offering herself to him, body and soul, but in return -for what? Ah yes, if he would discontinue his efforts to banish the one -man who stood between him and the pinnacle of fame and fortune which had -but recently appeared above him as possible of access. He looked about -him wildly, while for a moment his mind seemed a chaos. Athens or -Ladice, a city or a maid, fame or marital bliss! He could feel the blood -throbbing at his temples while it seemed an eternity before he could -speak. - -Around him lay the city that he loved, the city for which his father had -fought and died, the home of his youth and the shelter of his maturing -ambitions. Before him stood a maiden in an attempt to rescue whom, a -friend had forfeited his life. Revenge toward her because he had failed -to awaken in her heart the love for which he yearned, had caused him to -first listen to the words of Ephialtes. Later had come the other -ambition. With a cry that expressed a realization of freedom after long -confinement, Cimon stepped forward and took the impassive form of Ladice -in his arms. - - - - - CHAPTER XXII. - A Letter From Sicily. - - - “... How beautiful, - Sublimely beautiful, thou hoverest - High in the vacant air! Thou seemest uplifted - From all of earth, and like an island floating - Away in heaven. How pure are the eternal snows - That crown thee!” - James Gates Percival. - -Ever since Zopyrus had seen again the girl whom he had rescued from the -Persian soldiery, he could think of little else. She filled his -conscious thoughts and at night he dreamed of her, but he had made up -his mind with stern resolution that he would be true to his promise to -Eumetis who seemed to love him devotedly. The wedding had been postponed -from the end of the Mystery celebrations to the third night of the full -moon. - -An idea came to Zopyrus while he was in the library copying manuscripts -for Pasicles the afternoon following his eavesdropping near the -Acropolis. If the marriage ceremonies were celebrated one night before, -that is on the second night of the full moon, Corinna could not go to -Naxos with the stranger, for she would be obliged to attend the nuptials -of her sister. The idea had just impressed him as the best way to save -Corinna, when Pasicles entered the library and placed in Zopyrus’ hands -a missive, bearing upon its exterior the stamp of Hiero, tyrant of -Syracuse. - -“Do you know,” cried the young man with delight, “this letter is from -Aeschylus! Will you not seat yourself and hear it?” - -“Not now,” replied Pasicles, “I came only to deliver the letter into -your hands and to tell you that the writing of an ode for the recent -victor of the Nemean games, takes me immediately to Argolis and I can -not possibly be back until the day of yours and Eumetis’ marriage.” - -“Oh,” cried Zopyrus with unconcealed dismay, “can you not come the day -before, as I wish to put the date one day ahead.” - -Pasicles attributed Zopyrus’ disappointment to impatience for the -approaching marriage to take place, and laying a fatherly hand on his -shoulder smiled as he said: “One day is short compared to eternity, my -boy, and I shall have to hasten back to get here on the third night of -the full moon. Farewell and give my regards to my brother poet when you -write.” - -“One day!” thought Zopyrus, “yes, it is short compared to eternity, but -sometimes one day will determine how we spend eternity!” - -He fingered absent-mindedly the parchment which Pasicles had brought -him, then broke the seal and read: - -“To Zopyrus at the house of the poet Pasicles in Athens, greetings from -Aeschylus at the court of Hiero at Syracuse: - -“You have been in my thoughts much of the time since I left our fair -land. I have wondered how you fared at the Mysteries and if in the joys -and sorrows of Ceres and Persephone, you recognized life’s pleasures and -tragedies. Happy is he who has seen these things and then goes beneath -the earth, for he knows the end of life and its God-given beginning. -Remember, my son, that death is no ill for mortals, but rather a good. -Ceres, Persephone, Ares, Athena, Aphrodite, Hera, Hermes and all the -others are merely personifications of the various aspects of divine -truth and goodness which are in reality embodied in one supreme Being of -whom every star of heaven, every wave of ocean, every leaf of the -forest, every blade in the meadow, every rock on the shore, every grain -of sand in the desert, is a manifestation. But I will not bore you with -a rehearsal of my beliefs, for we shall have glorious opportunities when -I return to Greece to discuss these things at length. - -“In company with the most noble Pindar whose lofty and dignified odes -have won him considerable fame, and the venerable poet, Phrynichus and -Simonides, whose poem exalting the battle of Marathon took first place -over mine, and the nephew of Simonides, Bacchylides and others, I -crossed the Isthmus of Corinth where a merchant vessel awaited us in the -gulf. There was little to break the monotony of our trip through the -gulf of Corinth. We skirted the northern coast of Achaia, stopping at -Patræ[6] for more food. At noon of the third day we passed between the -islands of Cephallenia and Zacynthus, and from then on for many days -only the vault of the heavens and the blue expanse of the Ionian Sea met -our gaze. Imagine then with what delight we first beheld the misty -contours of land! It was not Sicily which lay before us, but the -Southern end of the Italian peninsula. We got no nearer than to behold -it as a long line of purple clouds, but bore on to the southward until -in the glow of a magnificent sunset, Mt. Ætna like a giant clad in -crimson and gold seemed to guard the glorious panorama before us. Never, -my friend, have I been so impressed with the grandeur of nature, and so -it was with my friends! We stood in awe together and watched the volcano -grow gradually larger and more distinct till we could discern the little -homes clustered about its sloping base, each with its patchwork of -vegetable gardens about it. Above these, groves of olive trees, their -grotesque trunks entwined with grape-vines, flourished to add their -supply of olives, oil and wine to the rich exports of this island. -Lifting our eyes still higher we beheld another zone of vegetation, as -beautiful in its way as the lower ones. This wooded belt was densely -covered with evergreen pines, birchwoods, oaks, red beeches and -chestnuts, and was a veritable forest primeval. As the forest ascended -the hillside it grew thinner and more stunted in appearance till only -low shrubs marked its upper boundary, beyond which was barren rock, and -then as if Ætna hoped to leave a favorable lasting impression, its -snow-crowned summit stood out in dazzling relief against the roseate sky -which marked a dying day. - -“This was truly a wonderful first impression of Sicily, but it was with -no less degree of delight that we passed around the little island of -Ortygia the next day, and saw for the first time the gleaming white -buildings and green parkways of Syracuse. Pindar called it the fairest -of mortal cities. - -“We were warmly welcomed by Hiero, whose chief avocation is the -patronizing of the arts of which music, sculpture and painting are as -highly favored as poetry. He spares no effort to make us feel that we -are at liberty to discuss pro and con any subject that may arise. So we -often sit warm evenings in the garden of the palace about the -silvery-sprayed fountain and listen or give voice to various opinions. - -“It has been our pleasure to visit the temple of Arethusa on the island -of Ortygia, where it is said the nymph for whose worship the fane was -erected, was changed to a spring to escape the unwelcome attentions of -the river-god Alpheus who had pursued her as she fled underground from -Sicily. - -“The city of Himera demanded some of our interest and attention since it -was the recent scene of conflict and bloodshed. Hiero tells me that the -Carthaginians under the leadership of Hamilcar were routed by the -stratagem of Gelon, brother of Hiero and tyrant of Syracuse before him, -on the same day that the battle of Salamis was fought. You were no doubt -so interested in the affairs of Greece that the fate of her colonies was -of minor importance. This was true in my case, but I have since learned -that Terillus, governor of Himera, had been expelled by Theron, despot -of Agrigentum, a flourishing city on the west coast. In a spirit of -revenge, Terillus summoned the Phoenicians to attack Himera, but Gelon, -hearing that the Carthaginians had been assured of aid by a certain -traitorous Greek, sent a body of his own men to the Carthaginians as if -they were the promised help. This band of Greeks turned on the -Phoenicians and held them at bay till others rushed in and the city was -saved. In this conflict Hamilcar was killed. - -“To the south lies a city that I love; Gela, named for the brave Gelon. -The fields of grain and the groves by which it is surrounded were -presumably the original haunts of Ceres and Persephone. It is here that -I wish my earthly body to be laid at rest when the spirit has fled. - -“What of affairs at Athens? We hear that the shrine of Apollo at Delos -is the center of the new confederacy. I predict that Cimon will come to -be a great representative of Hellenic unity and he will accomplish much -through this Delian League. All this will be in opposition to -Themistocles’ opinions, but Themistocles has had his day and must step -aside for those who are younger in years and newer in ideas. I sincerely -hope there is no truth in the rumor that Themistocles may be ostracized. -Say a good word for him, Zopyrus, even if your views differ from his. - -“Of one thing more I wish to speak before I conclude this letter, and -that is of my son, Euphorion, at Eleusis. You remember I told you I lost -a son at Thermopylæ, but I did not tell you of my other son two years -his brother’s junior. It would please me greatly to have you call and -see him. I have told him of you. You will have much in common, for the -lad shows the same love of poetry and philosophy that I do, and has -vowed from babyhood that he will follow his father’s profession. I know -you would enjoy such a visit to Eleusis especially since your initiation -into the Mysteries. - -“Remember me to the noble Pasicles and his family. The length of our -sojourn in Sicily has not been decided, and I shall probably write you -again before I leave. If you find time I shall be interested in hearing -from you in regard to yourself and also affairs of state. May the -blessing of the One rest upon you.” - - - - - CHAPTER XXIII. - The Festivities At Naxos. - - - “Now measuring forth with Attic grace - (Like figures round a sculptured vase) - The accent of some mythic song, - Now hurled, a Baccic group along.” - Aubrey de Vere. - -The sun was scarcely an hour above the horizon when seven skiffs in -festive regalia left the harbor of Piræus southward bound. Six of them -were filled with youths and maidens bedecked with flowers. Across the -serene blue where scarcely a ripple was perceptible, the voices of the -merry-makers floated, returning in echoes from the temples of marble, -gleaming white on the naked promontories. The seventh boat was laden -with goats intended as sacrificial offerings to the god Dionysus at his -temple on the island of Naxos. - -Ephialtes and Persephone, accompanied by Agne, whom Persephone has -insisted upon taking as chaperone, were seated in the foremost vessel. -Persephone sat at the prow gazing out across the waters. Her tunic and -skirt were of pale blue trimmed with golden brocade of an intricate -pattern. Her brown-gold hair lay in waves over her temples which were -encircled by a plain gold band from which hung a chaplet of sapphires, -lying on her forehead. - -To Ephialtes she had never appeared more beautiful. He thought of the -evening that they had glided in this manner off Salamis. He intended to -ask her the same question, hoping she had long since forgotten the -request she had made of him. He turned frequently with ill-concealed -annoyance toward Agne who sat at Persephone’s left. Ephialtes felt that -now as in the Mystery drama they were Hades, Ceres and Persephone; that -Ceres strove to keep her daughter under her protection, and like Hades -he desired to snatch her from the maternal arms and keep her for his -own. He did not know that Agne’s advice had been favorable to his suit. -Had he been acquainted with this fact he might have been more tolerant -of the older woman. - -As the afternoon wore on, a light breeze stirred the waters into -wavelets which gently lapped the shores of various islands of the -Cyclades which they passed; islands filled with sanctuaries and fanes of -white marble which gleamed ghost-like in the gathering dusk. At length -the moon loomed colossal beyond the island of Paros, throwing up -contours into misty and spectral relief, and softening all things with -its touch of silver. - -The festive boats passed Paros, with its temple to Poseidon, the -occupants gazing ahead in eager anticipation till the rocky promontories -of Naxos arose darkly from the pathway of phosphorescence, then with one -impulse from every throat burst the hymn to Dionysus. Nearer and nearer -came the celebrants, loftier grew the cliffs of the island and louder -echoed the pæan until at last the boats drew up one by one in a -sheltered cove. - -Dense foliage grew close to the steep pathway, the ascent of which was -facilitated by steps cut in the soil or formed naturally by the exposed -roots of trees. Through the branches the newcomers could see the lights, -twinkling as people passed to and fro—then the white columns and the -pleasing proportions of the temple came into view. - -Persephone, Ephialtes and Agne were the first arrivals of the first -boat, and made their way unhindered to the temple which they entered, -mingling with the delirious throng whose acclamations rang through the -great hall. It seemed to the arrivals from Athens that every inhabitant -of Naxos was here celebrating. - -A great gong silenced the sound of talking and laughter after all the -Athenians had arrived. A curtain at the end of the _cella_ dropped -revealing the image of the god of wine and revelry and immediately a -hymn of praise was sung following which the sacrifice of a goat was -consummated at the feet of the idol. - -Night was turned into day, wine flowed freely and many a youth’s spirits -rose in proportion to the amount of wine he imbibed. To all this revelry -Persephone and Agne were horrified witnesses. They had heard that -Dionysus was worshipped with much rejoicing, especially at his temple at -Naxos, but they had not had occasion to realize to what depths his -worshippers sometimes fell. The two women looked furtively about seeking -some way in which they might escape unobserved to the boats where for a -few drachmas a couple of rowers would take them back to the mainland. -They crouched near a pillar watching with increasing terror, wine-filled -creatures who caroused around them. Many a youth lounged upon a couch or -the flower-strewn floor, his head in some fair one’s lap. - -Ephialtes made his way with unsteady step to where the two women -cowered. The Greek blood which ran in his veins preserved his grace even -in drunkenness. Laughingly he held toward each a goblet of sparkling -wine which they declined. In provocation he accidentally spilled the -contents of the cup proffered to Persephone. For an instant he stood -dismayed watching the blood-like liquid as it flowed over the marble -floor, then with frenzied determination, he forced between the lips of -Agne the wine contained in the other goblet, after which he stood -swaying unsteadily with folded arms, a sinister smile curling his -handsome lips. Persephone determined to flee but she did not want to -leave Agne at the mercies of the drunken brutes around them. - -“Come, come, Agne,” she whispered wildly, “You and I never dreamed what -would be the nature of this celebration—oh, Agne!” - -The older woman made an attempt to answer and even to rise to her feet, -but in vain! In another instant she sank in a pitiful heap, apparently -lifeless. Persephone’s temples throbbed with angry passion as she turned -toward Ephialtes. - -“There was a narcotic in that wine! I am glad mine was spilled.” - -“There was no drug in yours, Persephone. I did not bring you here to put -you to sleep. It is a living maiden I want!” cried the young Greek -passionately. - -He lurched toward her to take her in his arms, but she eluded his grasp -and he found himself embracing the fluted pillar near which she had sat. -A chance observer roared with laughter, and calling to his companions -cried, “A king of revelers here, my friends. What say you to crowning -him as Bacchus? Down with the god of stone and up with one of flesh and -blood!” - -So saying he and his male companions ran to the throne where the stone -Dionysus sat. With unnatural strength due to the freeness of their -imbibing, they tore the god from his throne and forced the half -reluctant Ephialtes upon it. The wreath of grape leaves which had -adorned the head of Dionysus, was rudely snatched from it and placed -upon the young man’s curls. - -After Ephialtes was ceremoniously enthroned, someone cried out, “where -is Ariadne? Bacchus must have his Ariadne! Where did she go? Bring her -back!” - -This appeal was answered by a rapturous shout, and several youths -started in pursuit, returning shortly, dragging Persephone with them. - -“Bacchus shows good taste,” cried one. “She is surely a rival of the -maiden whom Theseus deserted on these very shores!” - -“Up with her,” cried another, “she must occupy the throne with him. She -shall be his queen.” - -“That she shall!” cried Ephialtes, his courage returning as he beheld -the beautiful frightened face of the girl whom he loved. - -He stooped from the throne and lifted in his arms the form of the now -unconscious girl. Across her marble-white forehead strands of loosened -hair streamed. The soft blue light from the circlet of sapphires which -lay on her cold brow, contrasted strangely with the ruddy brilliance of -a ruby clasp which adorned the hair of Ephialtes above his -passion-flushed countenance. He received a goblet of wine which had been -proffered to him and put it to the lips of the fainting maiden. The -draught brought her back to consciousness, and she gazed dazedly about, -then suddenly the horror of her situation came upon her. With an -agonized cry she rose to flee but was seized roughly by Ephialtes who, -impassioned, leaned over her, covering her face and throat with burning -kisses. - - - - - CHAPTER XXIV. - Dionysus and Ariadne. - - - “... Far in the east - The Aegean twinkles, and its thousand isles - Hover in mist, and round the dun horizon - Are many floating visions, clouds, or peaks, - Tinted with rose!” - James Gates Percival. - -The second day of the full moon arrived. All necessary preparations had -been made for the marriage ceremony of Eumetis and Zopyrus which would -take place on the following day. - -Corinna approached her mother as the latter stood near the altar of -Zeus, in conversation with the prospective bride and bridegroom. - -“Mother,” said the girl. “I have just learned that my dear friend Gorgo -is ill and wishes me to go immediately and spend the night with her. I -will be back for the wedding tomorrow.” - -Cleodice’s eyes shone with maternal approval as she surveyed the eager, -youthful face so like her own. - -“What will Polygnotus say?” asked Eumetis. - -“Oh he will recover from the effects of one evening spent outside of my -presence,” replied her sister indifferently. - -Zopyrus stood silently by. He had been grievously disappointed and -shocked at Corinna’s duplicity, and had hoped that before the fateful -day arrived she would repent of her former decision and abandon the -proposed trip to Naxos with the stranger. However her present -conversation with Cleodice assured him that she hung tenaciously to her -original purpose. - -“By all means spend the night with your sick friend, Corinna,” said a -voice from the entryway, and turning the four beheld the young artist -who had heard the conversation unobserved by the others. - -Zopyrus greeted Polygnotus heartily. He thought at first to apprise him -secretly of Corinna’s proposed trip to Naxos, but upon second thought he -decided that there might be a better way of preventing the girl from -committing such a folly without grieving her lover. The deep sincere -eyes of the artist rested a moment in loving regard upon the face of -Corinna who flushed deeply, turning demurely away. Her mother and sister -each placed an arm lovingly about her, and the three women left the -atrium. - -When they were gone Polygnotus turned enthusiastically to Zopyrus and -said: “I have good news! Cimon has just been made commander of the -fleet, and is contemplating visiting Sparta with Alcmæon in behalf of -the alleged confederacy.” - -“Your news is pleasing to my ear, and I rejoice with you and Cimon—but,” -Zopyrus glanced about and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Will you not -speak well to Cimon of Themistocles and ask him to do his utmost to put -down this charge of Medism against the statesman?” - -“I will do what I can,” replied Polygnotus. “Cimon is more a warrior -than a statesman. His methods are direct and bold, often sadly lacking -in diplomacy. He believes that when a man has served his purpose in life -and is no longer useful to the community in which he dwells and may even -become a detriment to those whom he once served, he should be cast aside -as one would shed a worn garment when its season of beauty and service -is past. Cimon and others like him also believe that when maturity of -age is passed and the power of decision begins to wane, the very burden -of long experience perplexes the mind and engenders doubt and fear -instead of confidence. Will you come with me this evening to the home of -Cimon to congratulate him upon his success and to speak a good word for -Themistocles? But I had forgotten—tomorrow you will wed, and possibly -you have arrangements to make in regard to the ceremonies. Corinna and I -are to follow your example before long, but Cleodice does not wish to -lose two daughters at once, and Eumetis is the older.” - -“I am delighted to hear that your marriage will take place soon. I must -be going now as I have a duty to fulfill,” said Zopyrus as he turned to -go. - - * * * * * * * * - -Not long after this conversation a chance observer might have seen a -young man of aristocratic bearing, crisp blond curls and noble face, -walking with elastic strides toward Piræus. He was clad in the short -dress of a laborer, called an _exomis_, and upon his head was a -narrow-brimmed, close-fitting cap. As he neared the harbor he proceeded -cautiously, desirous of observing all that was taking place without -being seen. To his consternation he saw that three boats with their -occupants had already been launched upon the sea. Vexed with himself for -having arrived so late he scanned the people who remained upon the shore -waiting to be assigned to other boats. It was almost unbelievable but it -was true! The sun unmistakably revealed a head of auburn hair and close -to it the bullet-head and thick florid neck of a young man. Zopyrus, for -it was he who clad in the woolen _exomis_ instead of his customary linen -_chiton_, watched the two closely, pulled the brim of his cap well over -his eyes and approached the waiting youths and maidens. Several he -recognized as the sons and daughters of prominent Athenians. Another -filled boat was leaving, the rowers diligently plying the oars. It was -apparent that Corinna and the heavy-set youth would be of the number to -fill the next boat. Disguising his walk, Zopyrus made his way quickly to -the waiting skiff and approached one of the oarsmen. - -“Ten drachmas for you if you will let me take your place at the oars,” -he said in a low tone. - -The fellow looked amazed, prepared to turn his back upon Zopyrus, then -suddenly thought better of the offer. He put forth his hand and when to -his surprise the coins fell into his upturned palm, he sprang free of -his seat and ran to the shore leaving his place at the oars free to the -generous stranger. - -Zopyrus took the vacant place and had not long to wait before the young -people filled the waiting boat. In unison with his fellow oarsmen, -Zopyrus assailed the task briskly, and soon the graceful little skiff -was well out into the harbor. The first boat was a mere speck near the -horizon to the south as the one in which Corinna was a passenger, -emerged from the entrance of the harbor. Zopyrus was grateful for the -opportunity for strenuous physical exercise. It took his mind off of his -own sorrow. He realized presently that he was listening unconsciously to -the conversation of two men. - -“What did you say were the names of the seven boats that left for -Naxos?” asked one. - -“They are named for seven goddesses or nymphs,” replied the other, -“Doris, Leucothea, Metis, Aegle, Amphitrite, Doto and Persephone. This -one is the ‘Persephone.’” - -Zopyrus let his oars drift when he heard the last statement. Was the -vision or name of Persephone to haunt him throughout life? When he was -on land the leaves on the trees seemed to whisper “Persephone,” and now -on the water, the boat in which he sat bore her name, and the ripples -that washed its sides murmured the beloved accents. - -The afternoon wore on, the sun’s rays became more slanting and the boats -glided across the water like silent spirits. At length night descended -upon the water—but no, it was growing brighter. Where but a few moments -before the hills of distant Paros had slept on the edge of the darkness, -now curve on curve was silhouetted against the silvery light of the -moon, and the ripple of the oars on the water made a sheet of -phosphorescence in its shadowy depths. - -When Paros was passed, from across the water there floated on the gentle -breeze the Dionysian hymn, sung by the occupants of the four preceding -boats. Those in the “Persephone” joined in the chant, and Zopyrus heard -Corinna’s pure, soft tones mingling strangely with the harsh notes of -her companion. - -As the prow touched the bank Zopyrus sprang from his seat eager to set -foot on land, but he was checked by the glances of indignant -remonstrance cast upon him not only by his fellow oarsmen, but by the -others as well. He turned his face quickly into the shadow fearing to be -recognized by some of the youths and maidens of Athens, but his fears -proved groundless. After the boat had been emptied of the Bacchanalians, -Zopyrus quietly stepped ashore, sauntering leisurely till beyond the -range of vision of the oarsmen, who if they intended observing the rites -of Bacchus, preferred to bide their time. Once out of their sight and -hearing, Zopyrus quickened his pace, keeping well protected by the -bushes and tree-trunks that lined the path, till he paused in awe as -there appeared in a clearing to the left before him, the white Ionic -columns and chaste lines of the Temple to Dionysus. Alas that its -spotless purity was defiled by the wild orgies within! Its portals were -thronged with gay devotees, and the sound of laughter and singing -blended with the tones of flute and barbiton. - -By now, indifferent to his plebeian dress, Zopyrus traversed the -moon-lit sward to the temple and mingled with the light-hearted -revelers. Groups of celebrants raised their voices in jubilant song, but -here and there detached couples, their faces stamped with passion and -lust, made horrible the scene. Now and then a _hetera_ with appealing -glance passed close to where Zopyrus stood like a statue, too horrified -too move. The muscles of his mouth were drawn and his face was haggard. -He suffered complete inertia till the sight of a girl who reminded him -of Corinna aroused him from his lethargic state and he set out to find -her before it was too late, for he knew that she had been ignorant of -the nature of the revelries. - -He pressed on down the length of the _cella_, scrutinizing the face of -every maiden, but he did not see Corinna. As he neared the throne of -Dionysus, the sound of triumphant acclamations, poured from the throats -of a hundred devotees and Bacchantes who stood about the throne, fell -upon his ears. He pushed his way nearer to the front, receiving many -rebuffs and scornful glances because of his mean attire. - -“What is the excitement?” he asked of a young man. - -“You can see for yourself,” was the surly reply. “Dionysus has turned to -flesh and blood and shares the throne with Ariadne!” - -Zopyrus forced his way onward till he could see the throne. He stood a -moment as if petrified, then with a few swift strides he was alone -before the royal seat, gazing with death-white countenance at Dionysus -and Ariadne. - - - - - CHAPTER XXV. - A Revelation. - - - “Bacchus, Bacchus! on the panther - He swoons,—bound with his own vines! - And his Mænads slowly saunter, - Head aside, among the pines, - While they murmur dreamingly,— - ‘Evohe—ah—evohe—! - Ah, Pan is dead.” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning. - -Zopyrus stood with arms folded, his noble head, perfect stature and -dignified bearing appearing most incongruous with the _exomis_ he wore. -From across his folded arms he looked straight at the mortal Dionysus, -till the latter, feeling his impelling gaze, looked up and flushed -guiltily, though the man who surveyed him so coldly was to him a total -stranger. Zopyrus walked to the throne, thrust the false Dionysus rudely -aside, seized the amazed Persephone in his arms and tried to force his -way through the crowd with her, but the indignant remonstrances of the -crowd made futile his efforts. - -“Down with him for violating the privileges of the god!” cried one. - -This outburst was followed with vociferous cries of, “Take Ariadne from -him!” “Throw him out!” “Beat him!” - -By this time Ephialtes had recovered his composure. The appearance of -the stranger had inexplicably discomposed him and the attack had roused -his ire, but now conscious of his costly garb in contrast to his -assailant’s attire, he stood before the throne and in imperious tones -demanded the return of Ariadne, as he called her. - -Zopyrus released the girl from his embrace and asked: “Do you wish to -return to Pluto?” - -For answer she stepped closely to Zopyrus’ side and clung tenaciously to -his arm. He gazed long into the depths of eyes that matched the blue of -her gown and the sapphires upon her brow. The color mounted to her -temples, and as she bowed her head he noticed that the rosy flush -likewise suffused her neck and shoulders which were partially visible -through the golden strands of loosened hair. - -Ephialtes was infuriated by Persephone’s refusal to return to him, and -was nonplussed as to what method he had best employ to obtain the -maiden, when there flashed through his mind the words of a sentence: “On -the day that you deliver to Greece the traitor of Thermopylæ, I will -become your wife.” - -Straightening himself to his full height Ephialtes commanded the -attention of the audience. - -“I am about to make a revelation that will return Ariadne to me, I -believe,” he said smiling with arrogant confidence. “The man to whom -Ariadne clings and is no doubt one of our oarsmen, is no other than he -who betrayed your country to the Persians before the battle of -Thermopylæ. Greece has long sought him fellow countrymen, and yonder he -stands, defiling with his touch the maiden who plays the part of -Persephone at the Mysteries of Eleusis. What will you do with him?” - -“Kill him!” came the cry from hundreds of throats, and with one accord -the angry mob rushed toward Zopyrus. - -“Just one moment please,” said Ephialtes. “I will wait for Ariadne, or -Persephone of Eleusis, to join me on the throne.” - -He paused impressively, but Persephone did not move. - -“What,” he cried in indignation, “Did you not promise to become my bride -when Thermopylæ’s traitor would be revealed by me?” - -Persephone walked slowly toward Ephialtes who stretched forth eager arms -to receive her, but she stopped a few paces before him and on her face -was an inscrutable smile. - -“Not so fast, Ephialtes. I want the proof. You dare not make such a -statement without sufficient evidence against him.” - -Ephialtes was confused. He had not had enough time to make up false -testimony, but he knew that his future happiness depended now upon how -successfully he placed the blame of his guilt upon the innocent man -before him. - -“Hear me,” he said, “and I will tell you the circumstances.” - -“Your testimony can avail naught, for my protector here is a native -Persian who knows nothing of the mountain passes of Greece,” said -Persephone in a voice that rang clearly as a bell through the great -hall. A death-like stillness pervaded the _cella_; nought was heard but -the sharp intake of Ephialtes’ breath, then from his lips there burst in -stentorian tones: “If this be true, a Persian in our midst is as -deserving of death as a traitor! Friends will you allow him even so much -as to touch the Persephone of the Mysteries?” - -At this Persephone became alarmed and feared lest in her ardent desire -to defend her protector, she had only made matters worse. Zopyrus, -seeing her agitated countenance, smiled reassuringly and raised his arm -to command general attention. A few rabid revelers rushed forward to do -violence to his person but were checked by a voice in the throng: “Hear -him! No man should be condemned without being permitted to say a word in -his own behalf.” - -The furious denunciations of the intolerant ones subsided, and Zopyrus -turned and walked slowly toward Ephialtes who gradually retreated before -the compelling gaze of his antagonist, till he reached the throne upon -which he sat, quite unconscious of what he did. Zopyrus’ demeanor -changed instantly. He bowed low before the amazed man upon the throne -and said with impressive solemnity: - -“O Xerxes, King of the Medes and Persians and would-be conqueror of the -world, I come to you with an important message. For two days your -soldiers have been defeated by the Greeks at the entrance of the pass of -Thermopylæ. The Greeks are so inferior in number that right now is the -time to strike, but not in the method heretofore employed. The Greeks -are well trained, and if they are to be conquered, it must be by the -greater forces of the enemy. Listen, O Xerxes! If you would succeed in -overwhelming the enemy, you must attack from behind, but this you can -not do since you are not acquainted with this wild, impassable country. -I am a native Malian and well acquainted with this locality. If you will -make it worth my while, I will show you a mountain pass that will lead -you to the rear of Leonidas’ army unobserved.” - -During the Persian’s recital, Ephialtes’ behavior had undergone many -mutations. From startled curiosity to fearful apprehension, thence to -genuine fright and finally to abject terror, his demeanor had rapidly -changed. By the time the Persian had ceased speaking, the Greek’s face -was as livid as a corpse. - -Zopyrus sprang to the side of the doomed man and clutching him by either -shoulder cried, “Speak, traitor of Thermopylæ. What have you to say for -yourself?” - -For answer Ephialtes drew from the folds of his robe a ruby handled -dagger which he raised for a death-dealing thrust at Zopyrus, but the -latter, free from the influence of wine, was the quicker, and caught his -enemy’s arm in its lightning-like descent, thus warding off the blow -that might have been fatal. - -A muttering that grew to a rumble and then to a mighty roar that shook -the very pillars of the temple was heard, and with one impulse an angry -mob rushed toward the dais. Above the din and confusion a voice -screamed: “Death to the traitor who opened the gateway to Greece! Upon -his head and no other rests the loss of our homes and the deaths of our -fathers and brothers.” - -Zopyrus drew the half fainting form of Persephone to his side and with -one strong arm gave her bodily support and with the other forced a -passage through the enraged crowd down the length of the _cella_. At the -door they turned and looked back toward the throne which was completely -hidden from their sight by the oscillating wave of humanity which -hovered about it and its ill-fated occupant. - -Shuddering with horror they rushed out into the darkness. The cool -breeze from across the water revived their benumbed senses. As they sped -along the pathway which led to the shore, the drunken figure of a man -emerged from a clump of bushes to their left. Zopyrus would have -ordinarily paid no heed, as the man was in type a duplicate of hundreds -of others within the temple, but something familiar in the drunkard’s -appearance caused him to pause and take a second look, and in doing so -he recognized beyond the question of a doubt the coarse companion of -Corinna. His conscience smote him as he remembered that although he had -come to Naxos for the very purpose of serving as Corinna’s protector, he -had abandoned her to whatever fate might befall when he had seen -Persephone in distress. - -He seized Persephone’s hand and said hastily: “Come with me. We must -find Corinna.” - -“Do you mean Corinna the daughter of the poet Pasicles?” asked -Persephone. - -“The same,” he replied, “Do you know her?” - -The girl nodded. The young man continued talking as they hurried on in -the direction whence the rough man had appeared. “She came to Naxos in -the company of that brutish-looking man we met and I intended to protect -her, but you know the result! When I saw you, you were in dire need of -help and I could no more have left you to suffer at the hands of that -traitor than I did that day on the Acropolis when the Persian, Artabazus -would have harmed you.” - -He turned half timidly to her, ashamed of his adoration for her whom he -now had no right to desire; for the image of a pure and noble maiden -stood between them. - -“Tell me how you knew Ephialtes to be the man who betrayed Greece at -Thermopylæ,” she asked. - -Zopyrus related in detail the episode of his eavesdropping in the tent -of Xerxes, and Persephone was about to tell why Ephialtes had been so -eager to accuse someone of being the traitor at Thermopylæ, when a white -form, partially concealed by undergrowth a few paces before them, -attracted their attention simultaneously. - -Zopyrus sprang ahead and dropped to his knees beside the prone figure of -a girl which he discovered lay in the stillness of death. Something cold -seemed to grip his heart and everything about him seemed to melt into a -whirling cloud! With a faint cry of anguish he lost consciousness just -as Persephone ran up to him. She bent over him and looked into the -lifeless face of the girl. - -It was Corinna, the daughter of Pasicles! - - - - - CHAPTER XXVI. - The Home of Aeschylus. - - - “Gone, and the light gone with her, - And left me in shadow here!” - Tennyson. - -The god Hymen did not have charge of the ceremonies at the home of -Pasicles: the goddess Mors officiated in his stead! Corinna was laid -away in her eternal rest, and the house and garden that had often echoed -the sound of her gay laughter were silent! Even the boy Mimnermus, -tip-toed about in awful solitude, gravely impressed by this, his first -experience with death. - -Polygnotus was a daily visitor, whose calm dignity combined with his -kindly sympathy, made him an ever welcome one. For Zopyrus he felt a -genuine love which had but recently developed from his former fellowship -and friendly regard. One an artist, the other a poet by natural -inclination, they understood each other upon the ground of their common -adoration for all that was beautiful and true and good whether -represented by picture or by word. - -One day, several weeks after the tragic occurrences at Naxos, Zopyrus -happened to come upon the letter which his beloved friend, Aeschylus, -had written him from Sicily, and it reminded him of the poet’s request -that he visit his young son at Eleusis, so without further delay he set -out mounted upon a richly caparisoned steed, lent him for the occasion -by Cimon. As he passed through the Dipylon Gate he became aware for the -first time that heavy storm clouds were rapidly gathering ahead of him, -but having arrived thus far on his journey, he did not wish to return. -The broad road that always stretched peacefully into the distance a -winding silver band, was now hazy with whirling eddies of dust; and the -usually tranquil branches of the olive trees on either side were bending -and swaying under the force which Boreas exerted upon them. - -The storm with all it fury did not burst upon him till he had passed the -fountain of Kallichoros at which place he might have secured shelter. -With his eyes on distant Eleusis he pressed on toward his goal gradually -becoming unmindful of his soaking garments, and of the fact that a -numbness was taking possession of his faculties. - -Aeschylus had once described his home to Zopyrus as being the first -abode west of the great temple, and Zopyrus gasped with delight as the -classical outlines of a home typical of the upper-class citizen of -Attica burst upon his sight. A high wall enclosing a garden space lay -between the temple precinct and the home of the poet. As he entered the -gate, a life-sized statue of the goddess Demeter, bearing in her arm a -sheaf of corn stood at the edge of the garden to his right, and near by -in marble stood the cheerful fun-loving figure of the faithful Iambe, -who sought to alleviate her mistress’ sorrow. But that which caught his -eye and held it was a fountain in the center of which was a most -artistic composition representing the rape of Persephone. The faces -chiselled in the cold marble were so like the faces of Ephialtes and -Persephone that Zopyrus stood spellbound, unmindful of the fact that a -slave was approaching him and bidding him enter, saying that his horse -would be placed at once in the stable. - -Zopyrus approached the door and found himself gazing into the half -curious, half laughing face of a lad of sixteen, who said while he -gripped Zopyrus’ arm heartily: “I know who you are, for father told me -you were coming. But pray why did you choose such a day as this in which -to pay a call?” - -“I take it that you are Euphorion, the son of my most esteemed friend. I -did not expect the storm to break so soon, or I should not have -undertaken the trip.” - -Euphorion surveyed his guest’s wet garments with disfavor. - -“You must get into dry clothes,” he said. “You are shuddering now with -the cold. Lycambes,” he called to a servant, “take this man to my -father’s room and give him dry clothing.” - -Zopyrus emerged from the upper chamber dry but not comfortable, for his -head felt as though a fire burned in his brain, while his hands and feet -were numb. Euphorion had disappeared and in his stead a young girl in -white sat on the edge of the marble basin of a fountain, industriously -engaged in a work of embroidery. She looked up as Zopyrus entered and -the latter as his eyes rested on her, thought he must be suffering -delirium, for it seemed he beheld Persephone! - -Zopyrus moistened his lips and he cleared his throat so that his voice -would be audible. - -“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he asked scarcely above a -whisper. - -The girl laughed coyly and toyed for a moment with her piece of -fancy-work while Zopyrus advanced toward her a step. Then she raised her -blue eyes in whose depths Zopyrus read the same love-message that he had -at Salamis and at the Mysteries. - -“I am exactly who I appear to be,” she said. “I am Persephone of -Eleusis. This is my home and—” - -Zopyrus, eyes bright with the unnatural luster of a fever, echoed her -words as she finished: “Aeschylus is my father.” - -She threw back her head and tossed her curls and before she realized -what was about to happen, Zopyrus held her in his arms, kissing her -again and again the while he murmured: “I love you Persephone, but I am -a Persian and must return to the encampment at Phalerum. Salamis is -saved—listen to the Hymn to Dionysus! Can you find your way in safety to -your people?—Hear the chant—” - -Persephone felt his hold upon her relax, and though she tried to keep -him from falling, he slipped from her grasp and sank unconscious to the -floor. - -“Euphorion! Euphorion!” screamed the terrified girl. “He is ill! Call -Lycambes and together you must carry him to father’s chamber and there -make him comfortable till I can summon a physician.” - -His exposure to the storm, and the shock of finding Persephone and -learning her identity, had proved too much for Zopyrus in his state of -mental depression and low ebb of vitality due to the Naxian tragedy. For -days he lay upon the couch of Aeschylus alternating between chills and -raging fever. In his delirium he raved, and his listeners wondered at -the names of Persephone and Eumetis heard interchangeably to fall from -his lips. Pasicles, Cleodice and Eumetis were frequent visitors till the -crisis was past and Zopyrus was a convalescent. - -Upon one occasion a few days before Zopyrus expected to be able to -undertake the journey back to Athens, he and Persephone were seated in -the garden. The statues of Ceres and Iambe stood in their accustomed -places, but the Hades and Persephone had disappeared. Zopyrus asked no -question for he felt that Persephone was fully justified in her dislike -for that particular work of art, beautiful though it was. - -“Tell me,” he said as they gazed across the ivy-covered wall to where -the sun’s rays illumined the top of the temple, “is your name really -Persephone, or are you so called because of your part in the Mysteries?” - -“My parents named me Persephone, hoping even at my birth that some day I -would play the part of Persephone in the temple. I have fulfilled their -hopes in that respect.” - -“You are adorable in the part, little Persephone, and some time a real -Pluto will come and carry you off to his realm. If I—that -is—sometime—Oh, Persephone, I have no right to say it, but I adore you, -and if you will consent to marry me, I will arrange other matters that -might interfere.” - -“I believe I know the ‘other matters,’ Zopyrus,” said the girl, not -daring to meet his gaze. “Eumetis loves you, and there has been some -understanding between you. Go to her—but, oh my dear, my dear, how can I -stand it—yet I have said it. Go and keep your vows to her. She will make -you a good wife.” - -“‘A good wife,’” groaned Zopyrus in mental agony. “I don’t want ‘a good -wife.’ I want the woman whom I love heart and soul!” - -He rose and though weak and unsteady of step he advanced toward her with -outstretched arms, but she evaded his touch. - -“Think Zopyrus,” she entreated. “Can you not recall your advances of -love to Eumetis? They were promises, and must not be broken!” - -He stood with head bent upon his breast and hands clenched till the -nails pierced his palms. When he looked up his passion-distorted -features were calm and his voice was steady. - -“You are right. My first duty is the happiness of the pure girl who lost -her sister through my neglect. And you Persephone,” his voice and -features again showed deep agitation, “do not know that you lost a -brother, not through my neglect, but by my intention. Your brother fell -at Thermopylæ pierced by my sword! The first time I ever saw you I knew -that you were his sister.” - -“Phales!” cried the poor girl, raising tear-dimmed eyes to heaven, “my -twin brother! Why did your spirit not warn me that this man who dared -think of me in love was your murderer!” - -“Not murderer,” cried Zopyrus in deep anguish. “Do not say that! I did -it in the heat of battle and in self-defense. I am no murderer and my -conscience does not reproach me for what happened at Thermopylæ. -Listen—Persephone!” But he stood in the garden alone. - - - - - CHAPTER XXVII. - The Allied Fleet Sails. - - - “And still from morn till eve I’ve scanned - That weary sea from strand to strand, - To mark his sail against the spray. - In vain! In vain! The morning ray - Shows not his bark ’mid all the seas.” - Thomas Davidson. - -The opportunity for meetings between Cimon and Ladice had been very rare -since the former wished as far as possible to avoid meeting -Themistocles. The young man had conscientiously endeavored to rectify -the harm that he had done against the older man, but the populace -preferred to believe the evil charge which was still vigorously promoted -by Leobotes and other newly-won conspirators. - -One afternoon Cimon walked briskly into the curio shop of Aphobus. The -little merchant was dusting with loving care, delicate vases in ivory -and bronze of intricate designs. - -“This vase,” he said, picking up a small urn in terra-cotta with figures -and designs painted in black, “has depicted upon it in minutest detail -the story of the siege of Troy. Here we see Paris presenting Aphrodite -with the apple. There he is carrying away the beautiful Helen. And -here,” he added delightedly, “is the wooden horse of Ulysses. How very—” - -“I did not come here to discuss the Trojan war,” said Cimon abruptly. “I -came to find out if there is any truth to the rumor that Themistocles -has disappeared.” - -Before Aphobus could reply, the entrance to the shop was darkened by -another figure. Both men upon looking up perceived it to be Lysimachus, -son of Aristides. - -“Have you heard the news?” he cried, and upon receiving negative -responses, continued. “Themistocles has left Greece and it is believed -that he has gone to Persia!” - -Cimon could venture no response but he listened dully to the details as -related by the son of Themistocles’ former rival. But one question kept -throbbing in his brain: “Will she marry me now that Themistocles has -gone?” - -He realized presently that Lysimachus was addressing him personally. “I -hear that the allied fleet leaves tomorrow on its first expedition since -the formation of the Delian Confederacy, with you as its commander in -which capacity you succeed my father.” - -“Yes we set sail on the morrow for Thrace to free from Persian rule the -town of Eion on the river Strymon.” - -Aphobus gazed with approbation at the manly form of Cimon. - -“I have known you since you were a little boy,” he said, “and I am proud -to see you the first man in Athens. This expedition is a noble -enterprise, but take care that while you are gone others right here in -the city do not arise to seek your position. I have in mind a certain -youth named Pericles. To be sure he is not the soldier that you are, but -he is a patron of the arts and is interested in beautifying Athens, as -very little of that has been done since the war.” - -“I do not fear Pericles,” answered Cimon. “Athens is more interested at -present in the results of the recent formation of the Delian League -which pertain more directly to our colonies. After these troubles are -settled there will be time for the future rebuilding of the city.” - -Cimon took his leave of Aphobus and Lysimachus and had gone but a few -steps when he met Leobotes. He wished to hurry on after a short nod of -greeting, but Leobotes stopped him with the words: “Congratulations, -Cimon, Themistocles has fled and now there is none before you in -Athens.” - -“In my opinion Themistocles is fortunate to be away from the immediate -influence of the intrigues of certain so-called ‘loyal citizens.’ The -fate of Ephialtes should prove a warning to such,” with which words he -walked away from Leobotes who was too much astonished to reply. - -At last he had opportunity to think! So the fiery statesman, -Themistocles, was gone, and he, Cimon, had been instrumental in bringing -this about! Well he knew that he had done his utmost to prevent this -toward the last. He had humbled himself that Themistocles might not be -thought guilty of treason, and all this was for the purpose of obtaining -the girl he loved. He realized that whether by force of will or -unconsciously he was drawing nearer and nearer to the home of -Themistocles. He paused before the entrance, ascended the steps and -lifted the bronze knocker. There was no response, so he gently pushed -open the door and entered. All was still. He proceeded cautiously to the -solarium and found it empty, but from this room the faint sound of -voices came to his listening ear. They proceeded from the garden, so -thither he betook himself. From the top of a short flight of stone steps -which led to the garden, he surveyed the abundance of plants and -shrubbery which he thought surpassed even those in the garden of -Pasicles. He caught sight of two female figures seated upon a bench at -the farther end of the garden. They were Ladice and Asia, the youngest -daughter of Themistocles. The girls seemed to be indulging in mutual -consolation. - -A vague uneasiness that foreboded no good hovered about Cimon as he -approached with the words: “Do I intrude?” - -Ladice shook her head while Asia arose, hastily excused herself and -entered the house. - -Cimon took the place that Asia had occupied and said gently: “Ladice, -you can not believe how I regret what has happened. Believe that I did -all within my power to prevent this ever since our meeting in the shadow -of the Acropolis. I have come to take you with me, Ladice. I sail in the -morning for Thrace.” - -“And you will go alone,” she replied drawing away from him. “Do you -think for one moment that I will be the wife of the man who helped to -cause the ruin of one whose home has sheltered me for many months? You -failed in accomplishing your part of the agreement; I do not have to -abide by mine!” - -Cimon’s face grew pale and his jaw acquired the peculiar set appearance -of indomitability. - -“The trouble with me,” he cried, “is that I have been too gentle, too -lenient with you. My patience is exhausted and I am going to take you by -force.” - -He caught her and held her close, though she struggled to free herself -from his almost brutal kisses. - -“I am going to take you as the men of the mountain countries take their -wives,” he whispered fiercely, and she felt his hot breath upon her -cheek. - -Frantically she struggled to gain her freedom, succeeding at times in -striking sharp blows upon his face, but still he held her in a vise-like -grip. Her desperate struggles merely strengthened his determination to -conquer her, but when she realized the impotence of her resistance, she -resorted to the use of the most effective weapon a woman can employ. In -scathing tones she reminded him of the dissipations of his youth, of the -disgrace of his father and ended with a direct accusation of the -ostracism of Themistocles, thus denying any belief in the assurances -with which he had opened conversation with her upon entering the garden. -Suddenly his hold relaxed. He pushed her from him and arose from the -bench and there was a cold glint in the eyes that a moment before had -burned with the light of desire. - -“Very well,” he said, and his tones were clearly cut and even, “the fair -Agariste to whom my attentions are not unwelcome will accompany me to -Thrace.” - -He turned and left her, a pitiful drooping figure. Her posture remained -the same for some moments after he had gone, and so preoccupied was she -that she did not hear Asia re-enter the garden and seat herself beside -her. - -“My poor dear girl, that man is a brute,” remarked Asia indignantly. “At -any rate you can rejoice that he will molest you no more. I could not -help hearing some of the things he said, and I hope he and his Agariste -will meet no delays in getting away from Athens. Why do you not laugh at -your good fortune, foolish girl? One would think from your crestfallen -appearance that you loved the man!” - -Ladice looked up and smiled faintly through her tears as she said, -“Asia, I believe I do!” - -“You do love him! that beast that makes three-headed Cerberus look like -a lamb!” cried Asia. “Ladice, you must be crazy! Grief over my poor -father and the excitement of the past hour have unbalanced your mind. -Come let me get you to bed, though there is yet another hour before set -of sun.” - -“No Asia, I could not rest,” said the grief-stricken girl. “Please leave -me. The garden is so beautiful and I wish to be alone with my thoughts.” - -Asia left her reluctantly making her promise to retire early. - -Once more alone Ladice marvelled at the change that had come over her. -From a cold, indifferent girl she had changed into a passionate, loving -woman. The love must have come when she lay helpless in his arms, she -reasoned, but it was not a vital thing till he spoke the words that -stung her pride. How different was this love from that which she had -felt for the Persian, Masistius! That had been like a clear and steady -light; this was a fire that leaped wildly while it consumed. At times -she smiled at the memory of his kisses, then clenched her hands as she -thought of the unknown Agariste. - -Darkness fell but she took no food, and worn out with weeping she -dropped into a dreamless sleep. She awoke with a sense of depression. It -was dawn and birds were twittering in their nests about her. It was -apparent from the silence that the household was still wrapped in -slumber. Gathering her shawl more closely about her she made her way -cautiously through the house to the street. Along narrow lanes she -threaded her way with unnatural rapidity. She ran between mud-colored -walls that rose on either side, punctuated with doors out of which -stared disheveled women. Piles of rotting garbage lay in her path and -she was forced to dodge now this way, now that, to avoid the slinking -forms of dogs that were seeking food among the piles of refuse. As she -neared the vicinity of the harbor she met men and women who looked at -her curiously. Then she realized what an aspect she presented; wild-eyed -and with unkempt hair, but she cared naught for her appearance. She was -obsessed with one idea; to present herself a willing companion to Cimon -on his journey. - -On the quay she approached a woman, apparently of the upper class, who -with many others was gazing steadfastly out at sea, with the words, -“When does the fleet said for Thrace?” - -For answer the woman pointed to the distant horizon where a few -indistinct blots were barely discernible. - -“It sailed before sunrise,” said the woman. “I came to see it off -because the great commander Cimon honored our family by taking my -daughter Agariste with him as his bride.” - - - - - CHAPTER XXVIII. - The Hand of Fate. - - - “Before he mounts the hill, I know - He cometh quickly; from below - Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow - Before him, striking on my brow.” - Tennyson. - -Days lengthened into weeks, and weeks into months. The fate of Corinna -had lost none of its horror, but time had mollified the poignancy of the -tragedy. Zopyrus still served as secretary to Pasicles and in his spare -moments he wrote a series of essays entitled, “Memoirs of the Persian -Court,” which he intended to present to the great Aeschylus as an aid to -that poet in his poem the “Persæ” upon which he was working. - -Considering himself to be unworthy because of his secret passion for the -daughter of Aeschylus, he had for some weeks delayed speaking to Eumetis -upon the subject of marriage, but one bright afternoon in March when the -bird-winds blew across Attica from the Mediterranean, he asked her to -join him in a stroll to the Acropolis. She gladly consented, and -together they sauntered along the winding street westward toward the -hill which rose in majesty before them, the pride of every loyal -Athenian. - -“Let us rest on yonder moss-covered ledge,” suggested Eumetis as they -neared the eastern end of the Acropolis. “Later we can ascend.” - -“No, no,” exclaimed Zopyrus hastily, recognizing the very place where he -had seen Corinna and the base creature who had accompanied her. “Let us -to the Theatre of Dionysus where we sat together and witnessed ‘The -Capture of Miletus.’ It was there you first—” but he could not conclude -the sentence and walked along by Eumetis’ side, his eyes downcast with -shame that his tongue had faltered just at the moment when he desired to -bring up the subject of their betrothal. - -They entered the eastern gate of the theatre and before them rose the -stone seats, tier upon tier, dazzling white in the heat of the sun. They -were impressed by the awful silence which here reigned supreme. What a -vast difference between the theatre now and as it was on that day when -thousands of spectators had thronged its gates and had sat in gala -attire upon its benches! Then it had surged with human life; now the -only living things visible were occasional lizards darting in and out of -crevices. - -Zopyrus and Eumetis without a word, but with a mutual impulse, sought -the section of seats at the head of which stood the statue of Aphrodite. -For some moments they sat in silence with eyes fixed upon the stage as -if before them they saw again enacted the great play of Phrynichus. But -her hand did not touch his arm as upon that former occasion. There -existed an inexplicable estrangement, and Zopyrus as he noticed her -pensive mood revealed in her pale features, was smitten with remorse -that he had neglected and undoubtedly wounded her. - -“Eumetis,” he said softly, “do not think that I have been willfully -neglectful of you. Much has occurred to turn our minds from -our—our—happiness. Will you now once again set the date for our -wedding?” - -There was no response from Eumetis. He seized her hands which lay -passively folded in her lap. They were cold. Her attitude was listless. - -“Speak, Eumetis,” the youth implored with growing alarm. “Have I -offended you?” - -At his words of entreaty the girl turned her face toward him and -smiled—but not as a maiden would smile at her lover, but as a mother -would gaze upon a beloved but willful son. - -“You have not offended me, Zopyrus, and I sincerely hope that what I am -about to say will not hurt you. Do you believe, my friend, that I honor -you most highly?” - -He nodded affirmatively and she continued, her thoughtful, sincere eyes -resting upon him contemplatively: “Then I will tell you why I have -seemed strange. I love Polygnotus who returns my affection, and but for -the fear of wounding you, a friend whom he holds most dear, would wed me -now at any time.” - -The stage, the theatre, the Acropolis, and even the fleecy clouds -floating dreamily above, seemed to whirl about in a colorless eddy. Only -the eyes of Eumetis remained stationary. At one moment they seemed to be -accusing eyes, at another, reproachful, then pitying, but his last -impression of them was that they portrayed peace and happiness. His -conscience would not permit him to play the heroically sacrificing -lover, nor did he really experience any elation because of his freedom. -He simply clasped her hand and murmured: “I understand.” She looked at -him quickly with a questioning glance as they rose and turned their -faces homeward. - -Before they reached the western limit of the Agora, the familiar figure -of Polygnotus suddenly turned from a side street and came toward them. -Zopyrus imagined that a fleeting expression of pain passed over the -artist’s kindly face at sight of them. - -“Eumetis has something important to say to you,” said Zopyrus laying a -hand on his friend’s shoulder as the three met. “It is only good news,” -he added at the startled look of inquiry upon Polygnotus’ face. - -“Then I shall be glad to hear it, but will you not join us on our -homeward way, Zopyrus?” asked the artist as Zopyrus turned to leave. - -“Not for the present,” Zopyrus replied evasively. Then moved by a sudden -impulse he seized a hand of Polygnotus and of Eumetis in each of his. He -desired to invoke the blessing of the gods upon this couple whom he -loved so dearly, but so deeply was he affected that he was unable to -speak, and turned his back in the direction of the theatre, scarcely -realizing what he was doing. - -Before reaching the Acropolis he turned northward, pursuing as direct a -course as possible along the winding, closely built streets, till at -last the dwellings became more interspersed with garden-plots, and -finally between two spreading acacias he spied the massive masonry of -the Dipylon Gate. He turned back for one last look at the Acropolis. -There it stood in its solitary grandeur, its ruined temples resembling a -circlet of irregular pearls. Although this was the fifth time that he -had passed through the great gate and along the Sacred Way, never until -now had he known that this road led to the girl he loved. Unmindful of -the scorching rays of the sun which beat down upon him, he pressed on -thinking only of the goal. When, however, he was overtaken by a farmer -in a cart who was returning to his farm near Eleusis after leaving his -produce at the Athenian market, he gladly accepted an offer to ride. - -The sun was approaching the horizon a little to the left of the -travelers, and stretching into the distance were the fertile fields -which the driver designated as his own. - -“Here is where I live, my friend, but I can drive you on to Eleusis if -you wish,” said the farmer. - -“I would prefer to walk from here on,” replied Zopyrus hastily, “but I -am truly grateful to you for driving me this far on my journey.” - -He bade the man a friendly farewell and with eyes alight with -anticipation, set forth to cover the remaining two miles which lay -between him and the abode of the girl he loved. - - * * * * * * * * - -In the garden that was divided from the Temple of Mysteries only by an -ivy-covered wall, reclined Persephone upon a cushion covered seat by the -fountain. She did not sleep, but lay fully conscious, with her hands -upon her bosom as it rose and fell regularly with her breathing. Her -whole frame was wrapped in languor. But her face was not as expressive -of peace as her body, for an occasional frown puckered her smooth brow -and she opened her eyes with a wistful expression only to close them -again as if to shut out the reality of her loneliness. Between two -cypress trees the white roof of the temple showed the first rosy tinge -that followed the passing of Phœbus Apollo—Persephone rose to a sitting -posture; a figure in white had passed the gate and was coming toward her -along the flower-bordered path. With a cry she sprang from her bench and -ran into the outstretched arms of her lover. - -“What of Eumetis?” she asked, attempting to draw away from the arms that -encircled her. - -“Eumetis has found happiness in the love of Polygnotus. It was -inevitable that the artist could be such a frequent visitor at the home -of Pasicles and not grow to love the sincere, unselfish, pure daughter -who lives there. Oh—Persephone, have I your forgiveness for the death of -your brother?” asked the young man with growing agitation. - -The maiden’s face lit up with a divine radiance as she said: “My brother -Phales clad as I last saw him with helmet, cuirass and greaves, and -carrying his sword, quiver and shield, appeared to me in a dream and -told me not to hold you guilty of his death. He praised you highly, -Zopyrus—and then he said one more thing.” - -“And what was that?” questioned her lover eagerly. - -“He said, ‘There is but one God who controls and directs the universe.’ -That is all he said. I would have asked him more, but he vanished.” - -“Then the prayer to God saved Greece at Salamis, and incessant prayers -to the one God have given me you, Persephone!” - -She raised her lips to his as they stood together before the statue of -Ceres, whose maternal countenance seemed to smile down benignly upon -them despite their words concerning the Deity. - -There was one other witness to that kiss; a man of middle-age with thick -waving hair and beard of chestnut brown, who came forth from the house -and, unobserved, stood with arms outstretched toward the two as if -pronouncing a benediction. - - - - - CHAPTER XXIX. - After Twenty Years. - - - “How terrible is time! his solemn years, - The tombs of all our hopes and all our fears, - In silent horror roll! the gorgeous throne, - The pillared arch, the monumental stone, - Melt in swift ruin; and of mighty climes, - Where Fame told tales of virtues and of crimes, - Where Wisdom taught, and Valor woke to strife, - And Art’s creations breathed their mimic life, - And the young poet when the stars shone high - Drank the deep rapture of the quiet sky, - Naught now remains but Nature’s placid scene, - Heaven’s deathless blue and earth’s eternal green.” - Winthrop Mackworth Præd. - -To Themistocles in Magnesia, greetings from Zopyrus at Gela in Sicily:— - -After a silence of many years I write you again of affairs of state and -even of many personal things which I know will be of interest to you. I -want to assure you, my friend that I have never doubted your true -loyalty to Athens, and I write you freely knowing that Greece is dearer -to you than Persia. Your memory is and always will be in the hearts of -the majority, for who can forget the glories of Salamis and the hero to -whom we owe that victory! - -Would that you could once more behold Athens—our Athens—and yet not as -she was in the years that you, my dear friend, walked her streets, stood -in her buzzing mart, or ascended her divine hill. The crystalline air, -the song of the nightingale in the olive groves, the shaggy peak of -Hymettus, the blue of the bay, and the familiar rose-tinted rock of the -Acropolis—these the Persian has been unable to destroy. - -Your once hated rival Aristides is dead. I know that though bitter -enmity once filled your heart, you will regret to hear that he died so -poor that he was buried at the public expense. After his death Cimon -became undisputed leader, and greatly has Athens been benefitted by the -rule of this brilliant man whom we knew well as a youth. But alas, for -the brevity of popular favor! But a few years ago he was ostracized by -the most talked of man in all Athens today, Pericles, son of Xanthippus. -On the eve of the battle of Tanagra, Cimon left his place of banishment -and fought bravely with the Athenians against the Spartans. This so -pleased Pericles that he proposed a measure recalling Cimon from exile -and it was passed by the assembly. Cimon has succeeded in putting down -many revolts, and you know of his great victory over the Persians in -Asia. From the proceeds from the spoils of this battle he had planned to -build a temple to Athena, but this work is being carried on by Pericles. -It is plain that Cimon, however sincerely he had the welfare of his city -at heart, was too fond of personal praise and worship. He failed in his -attempt to unite Athens and Sparta. Pericles stands for the independence -of Athens and for pure democracy. - -During the Thasian Revolt about ten years ago, Mimnermus distinguished -himself by bravery, but he confided to us that he did not relish the -task of overseeing the Thacians tear down their walls at the command of -the Athenians, for his brother-in-law, Polygnotus, was a native of -Thasos. Mimnermus is now at Aegina helping to suppress a similar revolt. - -And now I will tell you of Polygnotus. He and other artists adorned the -interior of the Painted Porch with mural pictures of great beauty -representing scenes from the myths and from recent history. Polygnotus -married Eumetis, the daughter of Pasicles, and to this union were born -three daughters, Corinna, Cleodice and Neobule. Pasicles resides with -his daughter and her husband, but his wife, Cleodice, whose health -failed rapidly after the death of her daughter, Corinna, died within a -few years after that tragic event. - -I know it will interest you to hear of Ladice and Lysimachus, both of -whom spoke of you affectionately whenever we met while in Athens. Their -son, Aristides, in whom they feel the usual pride common to parents of -an only child, gives promise of exceptional ability along the lines of -his grandfather, and if I may say so, his foster-grandparent. - -Yesterday I stood at a newly made grave on the banks of a river which -pours its waters into the African Sea. In the distance to the north -stretched the wheat-bearing land of Gela. Before I could give my -thoughts wholly to the honored dead, I gazed with pride and happiness -upon the family with which I have been blessed. My eldest son Phales, -stood by my side, stalwart of body and thoughtful of mind, not unlike -his grandfather, Aeschylus. Persephone, our eldest daughter is very like -her mother was at her age, so it is needless to mention here the pride I -feel in her. My second son Masistius, at times reminds me of my father, -Artaphernes, but the loving guidance of his mother has softened the -severity that was his grandfather’s. The youngest child, a daughter, -Protomache, stood upon this occasion with tears in her usually laughing -eyes. She clung tightly to the hand of her mother whose eyes rested -lovingly upon each member of the little group in turn. - -Then in low tones and with head bent in a reverent attitude, Persephone -my dear wife, read this epitaph which was engraved upon the tomb: - - “This tomb the dust of Aeschylus doth hide— - Euphorion’s son and fruitful Gela’s pride; - How famed his valor Marathon may tell, - And long-haired Medes, who knew it all too well.” - -As the last word trembled into a silence that seemed to permeate Nature -all about us, a few lines that had been composed by Aeschylus on the -subject of death, came to my mind, and I could not but repeat them upon -this occasion: - - “Smitten by Him, from towering hopes degraded, - Mortals lie low and still; - Tireless and effortless works forth its will - The arm divine! - God from His holy seat, in calm of unarmed power, - Brings forth the deed at its appointed hour!” - - - The End. - - - - - FOOTNOTES - - -[1]This was an older Parthenon which existed before the one erected at - the time of Pericles. - -[2]Market-place. - -[3]Each two guests were furnished with a small three-legged table on - which the food was served already cut up. - -[4]One who mixes the wine and presides at the symposium. - -[5]Better known by his Roman name, Pluto. - -[6]The modern city of Patras. - - - - - * * * * * * - - - - -Transcriber’s note: - ---Silently corrected obvious typographical errors. - ---Left idiosyncratic use of commas and non-standard spellings and - dialect unchanged. - ---I don’t think “selfishness” means what the author thinks it does. - - - -***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PERSEPHONE OF ELEUSIS*** - - -******* This file should be named 61449-0.txt or 61449-0.zip ******* - - -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: -http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/6/1/4/4/61449 - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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If you are not -located in the United States, you'll have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this ebook.</p> -<p class="pgx">Title: Persephone of Eleusis</p> -<p class="pgx"> A Romance of Ancient Greece</p> -<p class="pgx">Author: Clare Winger Harris</p> -<p class="pgx">Release Date: February 18, 2020 [eBook #61449]</p> -<p class="pgx">Language: English</p> -<p class="pgx">Character set encoding: UTF-8</p> -<p class="pgx">***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PERSEPHONE OF ELEUSIS***</p> -<p> </p> -<h4 class="pgx" title="credit">E-text prepared by<br /> - Mary Glenn Krause, MFR, Stephen Hutcheson,<br /> - and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> - (<a href="http://www.pgdp.net">http://www.pgdp.net</a>)<br /> - from page images generously made available by<br /> - Internet Archive<br /> - (<a href="https://archive.org">https://archive.org</a>)</h4> -<p> </p> -<table border="0" style="background-color: #ccccff;margin: 0 auto;" cellpadding="10"> - <tr> - <td valign="top"> - Note: - </td> - <td> - Images of the original pages are available through - Internet Archive. See - <a href="https://archive.org/details/persephoneofeleu00harr"> - https://archive.org/details/persephoneofeleu00harr</a> - </td> - </tr> -</table> -<p> </p> -<hr class="pgx" /> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> -<p> </p> - -<div class="img"> -<img class="cover" id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Persephone of Eleusis: A Romance of Ancient Greece" width="500" height="767" /> -</div> -<div class="box"> -<h1>Persephone of Eleusis -<br /><span class="small"><i>A Romance of Ancient Greece</i></span></h1> -<p class="tbcenter">by -<br />CLARE WINGER HARRIS</p> -<div class="img"> -<img src="images/p0.png" alt="STRATFORD PUBLISHERS" width="200" height="197" /> -</div> -<p class="center">1923 -<br />THE STRATFORD COMPANY, <span class="sc">Publishers</span> -<br />Boston, Massachusetts</p> -</div> -<p class="center smaller">Copyright, 1923 -<br />The STRATFORD CO., Publishers -<br />Boston, Mass. -<br />The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A.</p> -<h2><span class="h2line1">Preface</span></h2> -<p>In this tale of Greece in the fifth century B. C., -fact and fiction are so closely intervolved that -a detailed explanation of their respective boundaries -would be both tedious and superfluous. -Suffice it to say that I have with reluctance -departed from history only when the narration -of the personal affairs of the characters made -it necessary to do so. The difficulty of accurate -adherence to historical facts seems insuperable. -<span class="jr">C. W. H.</span></p> -<h2>Contents</h2> -<dl class="toc"> -<dt class="jr"><span class="jl">Chapter</span> Page</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">I </span><a href="#c1">At the Hot Gates</a> 1</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">II </span><a href="#c2">“Remember the Athenians”</a> 10</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">III </span><a href="#c3">The Defense on the Acropolis</a> 17</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">IV </span><a href="#c4">The Miracle of Salamis</a> 28</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">V </span><a href="#c5">The Traitor of Thermopylæ</a> 40</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">VI </span><a href="#c6">Athena Speaks Through the Olive-Branch</a> 46</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">VII </span><a href="#c7">The Banquet of Attaginus</a> 51</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">VIII </span><a href="#c8">Masistius’ Message to Zopyrus</a> 60</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">IX </span><a href="#c9">The Rescue of Ladice</a> 70</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">X </span><a href="#c10">A Venture at the Eve of Battle</a> 80</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XI </span><a href="#c11">A Hero of Platæa</a> 86</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XII </span><a href="#c12">The Prophet at Delphi</a> 93</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XIII </span><a href="#c13">The House of Pasicles</a> 101</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XIV </span><a href="#c14">Beyond the Dipylon Gate</a> 111</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XV </span><a href="#c15">What Happened at the Theatre of Dionysus</a> 121</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XVI </span><a href="#c16">The Celebration of the Mysteries</a> 128</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XVII </span><a href="#c17">Persephone</a> 136</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XVIII </span><a href="#c18">Agne’s Advice</a> 142</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XIX </span><a href="#c19">Ephialtes’ Plot</a> 147</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XX </span><a href="#c20">The Ward of Themistosles</a> 155</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXI </span><a href="#c21">In the Shadow of the Acropolis</a> 162</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXII </span><a href="#c22">A Letter from Sicily</a> 167</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXIII </span><a href="#c23">The Festivities at Naxos</a> 174</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXIV </span><a href="#c24">Dionysus and Ariadne</a> 180</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXV </span><a href="#c25">A Revelation</a> 187</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXVI </span><a href="#c26">The Home of Aeschylus</a> 194</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXVII </span><a href="#c27">The Allied Fleet Sails</a> 201</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXVIII </span><a href="#c28">The Hand of Fate</a> 209</dt> -<dt><span class="cn">XXIX </span><a href="#c29">After Twenty Years</a> 216</dt> -</dl> -<blockquote> -<p class="tb">“What have I to do with the heroes or the monuments -of ancient times? With times which never can return, and -heroes, whose form of life was different from all that -the present condition of mankind requires or allows?... -At least we compare our own with former times, and either -rejoice at our improvements, or, what is the first motion -towards good, discover our defects.” -<span class="lr">Samuel Johnson in “Rasselas”</span></p> -</blockquote> -<div class="pb" id="Page_1">1</div> -<h2 id="c1"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER I.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">At the Hot Gates.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“In gay hostility and barbarous pride,</p> -<p class="t0">With half mankind embattled at his side,</p> -<p class="t0">Great Xerxes comes to seize the certain prey,</p> -<p class="t0">And starves exhausted regions in his way.”</p> -<p class="lr">Samuel Johnson.</p> -</div> -<p>The reddening glow of an evening sun was shed -upon the little town of Anthela in Locris as -Zopyrus, a young Persian officer in the army of -Xerxes passed quickly from the shadows of the temple -to Demeter into the narrow street. In his general bearing -and physique he was truly a Persian; large of -frame, broad of shoulders, with a proportionally small -but well poised head. But the tight clusters of blond -curls, clear blue eyes and sensitiveness of mouth were -not distinguishing traits of Persian parentage. There -was a seriousness in his expression far in advance of -his years which may have numbered four and twenty.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_2">2</div> -<p>As he walked with swinging gait toward the Persian -encampment, he turned his gaze in the direction -of the ridge of Oeta whose northern slope silhouetted -against the ruddy glow of an evening sky, approached -the Malaic gulf. At any other period in his life the -beauty of his surroundings would have called forth his -admiration, but the scenes of the past two days which -had been here enacted, had completely quelled the natural -æsthetic tendencies of his soul. Here he had -been a witness to the slaughter of Persian and Greek; -he in whose veins flowed the blood of both peoples.</p> -<p>As he neared the encampment another officer clad -in the familiar close-fitting leathern tunic of the Persian -army hailed him. He was a giant in stature, a -man born to command. It was he who had charge of -the cavalry. Zopyrus recognized him at once.</p> -<p>“Ho, Masistius! Does this beautiful June evening -summon you forth too? Truly a fair land is Hellas. -Amid such surroundings as these the annals of Persia -had been different!”</p> -<p>By this time darkness had descended and as -Masistius surveyed the landscape an exclamation of -spontaneous admiration burst from his lips, soldier -though he was and unused to the gentler phases of -life. Oeta cast its purple shadows across the Malaic -gulf, whose waters now reflected countless stars, and -in the shrubbery about the two soldiers were heard the -mournful notes of the little owls, so common in this -strange land. Occasionally the call of birds of prey -grated on their ears and brought to their minds the -loathsome fact that amidst all this entrancing loveliness -of nature, death had come to hundreds of their -countrymen and allies.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_3">3</div> -<p>“Friend Zopyrus, although I am a soldier through -and through, I am not blind to the beauties of this -land of Greece, but sterner things brought me out -tonight. I came to summon you to the presence of the -king who wishes to speak with you. Artabazus and -I were in the royal tent talking over the plans of the -morrow when Xerxes suddenly commanded a slave to -summon you to his presence. The order took both -Artabazus and myself quite by surprise, for we have -not been blind to the fact that Xerxes has avoided you -since the very beginning of this campaign. Why he -should do so, I cannot imagine. It has always seemed -to me that the king has quite overlooked the physical -prowess and ability of his cousin Zopyrus.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus shrugged his shoulders. “True my -father was Artaphernes, satrap of Sardis and brother -of Darius Hystaspis, but you must remember my -mother was only a Greek from Miletus, although her -parents were both Athenians of noble blood.”</p> -<p>“But you can subdue the Greek within you, for -surely the influence of your royal father is the -stronger,” said Masistius.</p> -<p>Zopyrus turned his gaze to the bejeweled vault of -the heaven. A lie is an unpardonable sin to a Persian, -and to that extent Zopyrus displayed his paternal -heritage, but there rose before his eyes the vision of -a beautiful woman with classic features whose last -words to him before her death had been: “Zopyrus, -it is my earnest desire that sometime you go to Greece, -to Athens, and there acquire some of the culture of -that freedom-loving people in that fair land. Here in -Persia you will always be the victim of oriental -despotism.” As he grew older Zopyrus realized that -his mother’s words and the past influence of her life -had been instrumental in causing him to hate not only -the vain-glorious idolatry of the Persian court, but -the weakness, licentiousness and tyranny of the Persian -king. Zopyrus looked again at his companion.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_4">4</div> -<p>“I will go at once to Xerxes,” he said, completely -ignoring the other’s remark.</p> -<p>The tent of Xerxes was in the center of the encampment -to insure its protection in case of an unexpected -attack from the enemy. An Ethiopian slave -parted the hanging folds as Zopyrus approached and -held them as he passed into the interior. Seated upon -a throne covered with richly woven tapestry and surrounded -by slaves and courtiers sat the monarch of -Persia.</p> -<p>Zopyrus never knew in what mood he would find -his royal cousin. At times the king was most amicably -inclined toward his subjects, upon which occasions he -lavished upon them generous gifts; at others, the punitive -aspect of his authority was made evident, and his -dependents were punished out of all due proportion -to their offenses.</p> -<p>Xerxes’ eyes followed the noble figure of his -cousin with impatient tolerance as the latter bowed -and performed the customary greetings.</p> -<p>“Where were you just previous to your meeting -with Masistius?” questioned the king abruptly.</p> -<p>“In the town of Anthela,” was the reply.</p> -<p>“Is there not a temple to that pagan goddess, -Demeter, there?”</p> -<p>“I believe so.”</p> -<p>“Well stay away from such temples except for -the purpose of destroying them. By the way, Sikinnus,” -he called, summoning a slave, “take that rascal, -Tyrastiadas, who tried to desert today and give him -forty lashes.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_5">5</div> -<p>Xerxes turned again toward the son of Artaphernes -whose splendid physique and heroic mein -summoned his reluctant admiration. Here he realized -were unlimited possibilities for his army, for he sincerely -believed Zopyrus to be a braver man than Mardonius -or Artabazus, though he was many years their -junior; then too he had respect for the independent -air of this cousin who did not dog his footsteps with -flattering remarks and hints for the promise of favors -at the close of the war. So it was with a more deferential -air that the politic Xerxes addressed his next -remarks to his cousin.</p> -<p>“Zopyrus, you are too big a man to be in command -of only one hundred soldiers. At your age your -half-brother, Artaphernes, together with Datis, led the -expedition which resulted in the battle of Marathon. -If at the close of this battle with the Greeks in this -pass you prove your valor, you shall be placed in -command of one thousand men. Also I will allow you -to choose among the fairest maidens of the kingdom -for a wife, and for exceptional bravery I will give -you a satrapy.” All eyes were turned to Zopyrus -who acknowledged his king’s favor with a slight bow.</p> -<p>“I bear in mind,” continued Xerxes, “that your -mother was a Greek, though she was a lawful wife of -your father. It is this taint of blood that has stood in -the way of previous honors, but with courage such as -becomes the son of a noble Persian you may be able -to make me forget completely the plebeian maternal -blood.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_6">6</div> -<p>Anger such as had never before been experienced -by Zopyrus surged within him at this insult to his -mother’s memory, but he held it in subjection, merely -bowing stoically before the ruler.</p> -<p>Xerxes had one dominating motive in attempting -to win Zopyrus’ fidelity. At the beginning of the campaign -he had secretly wished to cause his cousin’s -death because he had feared him, but the latter’s -advice when consulted on matters of doubt, forced him -to the opinion that Zopyrus might become quite an -asset to the Persian army if properly handled. That -he, Xerxes, had failed in this he did not know.</p> -<p>At this moment the slave who stood at the entrance -to the royal tent approached his master with -these words:</p> -<p>“Most noble king, a Greek soldier waits without -and would have word with you alone.”</p> -<p>“Bid him enter,” was the monarch’s response.</p> -<p>The courtiers quickly withdrew by a rear exit, -Zopyrus passing out last. Moved by a sudden impulse -and unnoticed, he quickly and silently re-entered the -tent and stood a few feet behind the throne in the -shadows. The canvas at the front entrance parted -admitting the figure of a Greek soldier. He had removed -his helmet and left his shield and javelin without -in respect to the Persian monarch. Armed only -with his short sword and wearing the characteristic -scaled cuirass and leather greaves of Greek military -dress he presented an interesting sight to both Persians. -His head was uncovered, displaying the artistic -hair-dress worn by the young men of Athens and -Sparta. Long thick braids were crossed at the back -of his shapely head and fastened together with a jeweled -pin in front. From beneath the braids his brown -hair lay in soft waves around his temples. His face -was fair almost a degree of effeminacy and his figure -of average height indicated graceful outlines even -though concealed by the armour he wore. He addressed -the king:</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_7">7</div> -<p>“O Xerxes, king of the Medes and Persians and -would-be conqueror of the world, I come to you with -a message of greatest importance! For two days your -brave soldiers have met defeat at the hands of the -Greeks at the entrance to the pass of Thermopylæ. Now -the Greeks are so inferior in number, owing to the -celebration of certain religious festivities which are -soon due to come to an end, that right now is the time -to strike, but not in the method which you have up -till the present employed, when only a handful of men -from each side could meet and enter into personal -combat. The Greeks are well trained and if they are -to be vanquished, it must be by the superior forces of -the enemy.”</p> -<p>The king with offended dignity clutched the arms -of his throne and raised himself, crying out in angry -tones: “Am I to have a Greek tell me that my army -lacks the military discipline of the Greeks?” Here he -rose with an exaggerated attempt at majesty, “Behold, -O Greek, Zeus himself in the form of an earthly monarch -come to lead the whole race of mankind to the -destruction of Greece!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_8">8</div> -<p>To Zopyrus’ amazement as he stood a silent and -unobserved figure in the shadows, as well as to the -amazement of Xerxes himself, the Greek did not -tremble at the king’s words. An amused expression -not without disdain passed over his fearless countenance. -Xerxes’ face became purple with rage.</p> -<p>“Out of my sight grinning fool of a Greek,” he -roared, “before I have your tongue cut out for your -insolence!”</p> -<p>Zopyrus stood rooted to the spot in horror, but the -graceful unemotional figure of the Greek remained unchanged. -To Zopyrus it seemed an eternity before the -young man spoke, but in reality it was almost immediately. -He drew nearer the throne by a couple of -paces, and Zopyrus feared for his life in that proximity -to the wrathful monarch.</p> -<p>“Listen, O Xerxes, if you would succeed in overwhelming -your foes you must attack them from behind, -but this you can not do since you are unacquainted with -this wild, impassable country. I am a native Malian -and well acquainted with this locality. If you could -make it worth my while, I could show you a mountain -pass that would lead you to the rear of Leonidas’ army -unobserved.”</p> -<p>While the Greek was speaking Xerxes’ expression -gradually changed from malice to pleased attention: -“And suppose, friend Greek, I do not permit you to -leave unless you reveal to me this pass!”</p> -<p>The Greek smiled. “It is impossible simply to -tell of this secret way, for it is beset with many dangers, -such as almost impenetrable growths of underbrush, -impermeable morasses and almost inaccessible -cliffs. A native guide is absolutely essential and <i>I</i> am -that guide who will receive my pay before the journey -commences.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_9">9</div> -<p>The king nodded in affirmation and sank back quite -dazed from the effect of the interview. The Greek was -still unmoved and continued: “I will lead your army -tomorrow night, as it is safest to travel under cover -of darkness. We shall probably reach the other side -of the pass at a very favorable time of day, when the -market-place of the town is filling. I will meet you -here tomorrow at sunset in Persian uniform, and except -to your most important commanders, I wish to -remain unknown. Till then, O Zeus, farewell!”</p> -<p>He passed quickly out of the bewildered kingly -presence, and Zopyrus took advantage of this moment -to make a hasty and unseen exit at the rear of the royal -tent.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_10">10</div> -<h2 id="c2"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER II.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">“Remember the Athenians.”</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Who at Thermopylæ stood side by side,</p> -<p class="t0">And fought together and together died,</p> -<p class="t0">Under earth-barrows now are laid at rest,</p> -<p class="t0">Their chance thrice glorious, and their fate thrice-blest.</p> -<p class="t0">No tears for them, but memory’s loving gaze;</p> -<p class="t0">For them no pity, but proud hymns of praise.”</p> -<p class="lr">Simonides.</p> -</div> -<p>Like a great crawling serpent, the army of -Xerxes, augmented by the cowardly Thessalians, -wound its circuitous and perilous way from -Trachis; first ascending the gorge of the river Asopus -and the hill called Anopæa, then crossing the pitch-dark, -oak-covered crest of Oeta. Its venomous head -was the treasonable Greek, dressed as a Persian foot-soldier. -Many were the woes of that nocturnal journey! -Soldiers tripping over fallen branches and entangled -in the undergrowth were trampled to death. -Some were pressed into the treacherous morass, but -the malignant monster, heedless of this sloughing, -crept on toward its goal which was the town of Alpeni -at the east end of the pass.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_11">11</div> -<p>But the small army of the Greeks was not destined -to suffer such a complete surprise as Xerxes had hoped, -for the revengeful Tyrastiadas, limping painfully as a -result of his forty lashes, had succeeded in deserting -and had apprised Leonidas of the startling fact that -the Persians were coming across the pass. The Spartan -king sent a Phocian guard of one thousand men -to prevent the enemy from crossing the summit of -Oeta, but this guard was speedily overwhelmed by the -Persians who were under the leadership of Hydarnes. -The next morning shortly after sunrise, the Persian -hordes descended upon the Greeks. The sun was reflected -with dazzling brilliancy from thousands of -breast-plates, spears, shields and helmets, and upon -the ears of the heroic sons of Hellas fell the deafening -war-cry from myriads of throats.</p> -<p>A suffocating sensation seized Zopyrus as he beheld -the mere handful of Greeks bravely awaiting certain -death at the hands of a pitiless foe, but to turn -back was now impossible. Strange that he could in -fancy so easily picture himself as one of that brave -minority, awaiting inevitable death! To his own sorrow -he had not infrequently lamented the faculty which -he possessed of seeing the praiseworthy aspect of an -enemy’s view-point. It was this attribute of leniency -toward the opinions of his fellow-men that was especially -irritating to the intolerant Xerxes. In the mind -of the latter all men were divided into two great -classes; subjects and enemies. To Zopyrus all men -seemed friends unless by their own initiative they -proved themselves otherwise. It was extremely painful -to him to see these brave Greeks meet this great -crisis unflinchingly. It was humanly impossible for -this mere handful of men to stem the tide of the onrushing -Persians.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_12">12</div> -<p>To us at this day and age it is apparent that these -men did not sacrifice their manhood in vain. The result -of any noble act is never lost. In some way and -at some time it brings a result as satisfactory as that -desired in the hearts of the original heroes themselves. -Such a result was destined to come to Greece after the -bones of Thermopylæ’s warriors had long mingled with -the dust.</p> -<p>Zopyrus was swept on by the barbarian host. A -shower of missiles diminished the number of Greeks -and soon the enemy was upon them and the battle continued -with spear and sword. Zopyrus received a -slight wound on the left shoulder, the Greek inflicting -the injury snatching away his spear. Zopyrus quickly -unsheathed his sword, pressing his opponent to closer -combat as a better chance for self defense. The two -fought long over the bodies of Persian and Greek who -now lay in inevitable amity beside their once ruthless -foe. At length the Greek who was little more than a -boy, weakened perceptibly and in an unguarded moment -Zopyrus’ sword disappeared up to the hilt. As -the lad fell his helmet rolled off revealing a countenance -of incomparable beauty; deep-set eyes, brows -that nearly met above a straight nose, refined mouth -and a contour of cheek and chin that was flawless. All -this was revealed to Zopyrus in a second’s time, but it -left an indelible impression on his mind. As he pressed -on he felt that the horrors of war were crazing him, -and his soul cried out against the awful brutality of it.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_13">13</div> -<p>With the slaughter of the three hundred the gateway -to central Greece had now been forcibly opened -and Xerxes in imitation of his father’s avenging -words, cried out, “Remember the Athenians.” A -journey of about six days lay between the oriental -despot and his ultimate goal, the city of Athens, so with -prancing steeds, waving plumes, glittering arms and -triumphant shouts, the Asiatic legions resumed their -deleterious course.</p> -<p>The morning of the third day found the army -within sight of Mt. Parnassus. With rapt gaze Zopyrus -beheld the softest sculpture of cliff and peak against -a cerulean sky. Upon yonder lofty summit dwelt the -Muses, those daughters of Zeus who preside over the -æsthetic and intellectual aspirations of man. It seemed -to Zopyrus that surely now but one Muse, Melpomene, -occupied that pinnacle, and with mournful gaze beheld -the invasion of this fairest of lands.</p> -<p>In accordance with the order of Xerxes all faces -were turned in the direction of Delphi, in spite of a -report that the oracle of Delphi had prophesied that -Apollo would protect his sanctuary. Through a gorge -at the foot of Mt. Parnassus might Melpomene have -seen the multitudes of Asiatic troops pursue their nefarious -journey. Suddenly peal after peal of thunder -reverberated from the apparent calm of a mid-summer -sky. Then great crags from the mountain were loosened -and rolled down upon the army which fled in wild terror, -abandoning its attempt to plunder Delphi. So -did Apollo protect his shrine! But fortune did not so -favor the citizens of Thespiæ and Platæa in Bœotia -both of which were ravaged and those citizens who -would not join the Persian forces were put to death.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_14">14</div> -<p>At length on the fifth day the army camped at -night-fall outside of Athens. It was a beautiful intense -dark blue Athenian night in which heaven’s vault -seemed to blaze with innumerable jewels. Zopyrus sat -at the door of his tent deep in his own thoughts. An -army during its marches and battles must think, talk -and act as one being, and that one subservient to its -leader, but who shall say in the stillness of evening -each living entity which comprises that vast unit shall -not have his individual dreams, and those thoughts -which render him distinct from every other living being? -And Zopyrus as he sat in the darkness, thought -of Athens and of his mother. What would she think -if she knew he was approaching Attica’s stronghold as -a plunderer and devastator! Conflicting emotions -surged within his soul. Once again it seemed to him -that he was in the far off Hermus valley, strolling by -the little stream of Pactolus, and by his side was the -austere Artaphernes whose stern visage was turned -toward him with an expression of paternal rebuke. -The vision faded leaving him troubled and sore at -heart.</p> -<p>That night Zopyrus had a dream. It seemed to -him that his father appeared and beckoned silently to -him to follow and that he wonderingly rose and obeyed. -When they were out in the open, Artaphernes, who -Zopyrus noticed was fully armed, pointed with his -sabre toward Athens and repeated the memorable -words of Darius, “Remember the Athenians.” Suddenly -the shade of his mother appeared to the right. -She stood holding on her arm a scroll of papyrus, and -while Zopyrus looked she pointed with it in the same -direction as that indicated by the sabre of his father -and behold, as Zopyrus turned he saw a beautiful city -with numerous buildings of white marble, and in the -center a temple-crowned hill. In the streets were many -busy people hurrying to and fro. Some talked from -the temple steps while the populace listened, some vied -with each other in various physical sports and others -sold the produce of the soil in the bustling marketplace, -but whatever their occupation, they represented -a happy and contented democracy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_15">15</div> -<p>Marveling at this vision, Zopyrus turned to his -father and noticed that the sabre now pointed to the -east. Following the direction of its keen blade with -reluctant eyes, Zopyrus beheld another city more -gorgeous, but totally lacking in the refined beauty -which characterized the city which lay to the west. -The buildings of this eastern city possessed a massiveness -and grandeur that inspired in the beholder a profound -awe. Upon the throne in the magnificent palace, -and surrounded by a court retinue, sat a tyrant to -whom all bowed in servility. On the streets the people -moved and worked <i>en masse</i>. There was no individuality, -no differentiation, for these people were victims -of an oriental despotism.</p> -<p>When Zopyrus opened his eyes the palace and the -toiling people had vanished and so likewise had the -vision of the peaceful republic. The Persian father -and Greek mother no longer stood before him. The -youth knew that this dream represented the Persian -and the Greek at war within himself for the supremacy.</p> -<p>When morning broke, the camp was astir at an -early hour for this was to be the day of days! Zopyrus -was awakened by the stamping and neighing of -horses, the rattle of arms and the jocular voices of -his comrades.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_16">16</div> -<p>“Wake up, Zopyrus!” cried a friendly voice. -Zopyrus saw his friend Masistius leaning over him.</p> -<p>“Xerxes bids us avenge the burning of Sardis today,” -continued Masistius. “His words to all his officers -this morning are, ‘Remember the Athenians!’”</p> -<p>“His advice to me is quite unnecessary,” replied -Zopyrus, “for I can not forget them.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_17">17</div> -<h2 id="c3"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER III.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Defense on the Acropolis.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Dim is the scene to that which greets thee here,</p> -<p class="t0">Prompting to worship, waking rapture’s tear,</p> -<p class="t0">Yes, rise, fair mount! the bright blue heavens to kiss,</p> -<p class="t0">Stoop not thy pride, august Acropolis!”</p> -<p class="lr">Nicholas Michell.</p> -</div> -<p>The city of Athens was seething with excitement, -for the news had just been received that the -Greek soldiers had been unable to hold the pass -of Thermopylæ. The streets were filled with groups -of agitated old men, women of all ages, and children, -who seemed no longer capable of being controlled by -reason. Weighted down by the burdens of their personal -property they prepared to flee. But whither!</p> -<p>In the center of a group near the Areopagus, at -the foot of the Acropolis on the north-west, were -gathered about fifty men, women and children intently -listening to the counsel of one to whom they turned at -this time. He was a man of venerable countenance, -flowing beard, and wore a white <i>chiton</i> with a handsomely -embroidered Greek border.</p> -<p>“My friends,” he was saying, “let us make haste -to the top of the Acropolis, there to defend our temples -and to seek refuge within the ‘wooden wall.’”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_18">18</div> -<p>Some of his audience seemed inclined to take his -admonition seriously, others hesitated as if in doubt. -Presently a man whose personality was felt before he -was actually visible came hurriedly into the group. He -possessed a commanding bearing, noble face, an eye -piercing and full of fire. There was decision in the -swift gestures of his shapely hands. This man was -Themistocles, the most powerful Athenian of his time. -It was he who had persuaded his fellow-citizens to increase -their navy at the time of the war with Aegina, -and who sincerely believed that the future safety of his -country lay with the ships which were now anchored -in the bay of Salamis.</p> -<p>He approached with dignified air the terrified -gathering of Greeks, and there was an imperious ring -in his voice as he addressed the spokesman of the -group.</p> -<p>“Kyrsilus, can you not persuade these people to -come to the bay at once where some of the ships will -conduct them safely to Salamis till all danger from this -invasion is past?”</p> -<p>To his surprise the old man answered haughtily. -“I am trying to prevail upon these frightened people -to seek refuge behind the ‘wooden wall’ as the Delphic -oracle warned us.”</p> -<p>“The ‘wooden wall,’” shouted Themistocles, “is -not the Pelasgic wall which surrounds the top of the -Acropolis. It is a wall of ships, and by this means -alone will the people of Athens find refuge. Come!” -he cried turning away, “all who wish to live to see the -accursed foreigners expelled forever from Greece, follow -me to the protection of the ‘wooden wall!’”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_19">19</div> -<p>“And all who are brave enough to defend their -city,” cried the old man, still firm in his conviction, -“follow me to the protection of the ‘wooden wall!’”</p> -<p>There was a division of opinion at the last moment, -Themistocles winning nearly half of Kyrsilus’ -former followers.</p> -<p>Clinging tightly to Kyrsilus’ hand as they ascended -the steps of the Acropolis was a young girl possessing -exceptional charm of face and of personality. -The usual clearness of her blue eyes was dimmed with -tears, and the customary curve of her smiling lips had -vanished. Upon her luxuriant brown hair the sun revealed -gleams of gold. She was clad in a white garment -which hung in graceful folds from her shoulders. -Over this was slipped a <i>kolpos</i> plaited at the waist. -Her neck and arms were bare except for a necklace and -bracelets of silver. The white of her dress and ornaments -brought out in favorable contrast the healthful -pink of her youthful face.</p> -<p>“Dear Kyrsilus,” the girl was saying, “I shall -think of you as my father while my own dear father is -preparing to fight the Persians in the bay. He fought -bravely at Marathon and I do not believe the gods will -see him defeated at Salamis. My uncle too is in command -of one of the ships!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_20">20</div> -<p>“It is possible that with such brave men as we possess -on our side the victory will be ours,” said the -elder, “but remember the words of the oracle at Delphi! -Although there have been some differences of -opinion as to the meaning of the words of the oracle, -to me it is quite clear that our city should be defended -from its sacred hill. I am not criticizing your father, -nor Themistocles, nor others like them who seem -sincere in their belief that our land will be saved by a -battle upon the water. However your father left you in -my care, and I shall do what I deem best for your -safety.”</p> -<p>A faint smile flitted across the girl’s face. “Did it -ever occur to you, Kyrsilus, that the words of the Delphic -oracle are usually vague and ambiguous? Come, -be frank, do we not all try to interpret its prophecies -to our individual satisfactions? Take for instance -Themistocles, whose one obsession ever since he has -risen to a place of prominence, has been to increase our -navy. It is natural that he should desire to bring his -beloved navy into use at the first possible opportunity. -Then again let us consider you, dear Kyrsilus, and I -mean no offense whatever. Your sister served many -years as a priestess of Athena, performing her duties -with others in the temple of Athena on this Acropolis. -Then too you have lived in Athens longer than has -Themistocles. The city itself and above all its templed -hill, the very nucleus of Athens, are dearer to you than -relatives of whom you now have none surviving.”</p> -<p>The old man looked sadly at the girl and turned -his face away to hide a tear. He was deeply affected -by her words and the sincerity of her manner, but he -did not wish to betray his emotions.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_21">21</div> -<p>With an effort at severity he said, “My daughter -you do unwisely to ridicule the divine oracle of Apollo. -The words it utters are not as you say ambiguous, but -so fraught with significance that we mortals are incapable -of full comprehension. We do our best to interpret -the will of the god through his agents, and perhaps -at best we can only guess what revelations he -makes concerning the future. But it is unseemly in a -maiden of your years to criticize our divine source of -revelation.”</p> -<p>They were now at the top of a long flight of broad -steps, and stood one hundred and fifty feet above the -level of the city. In the distance through an atmosphere -of unusual clarity they beheld to the south and -east, isolated peaks which, though apparently devoid -of vegetation, possessed a beauty of color and contour -that was enchanting. It was the time of the year when -the Etesian winds came from across the blue Aegean -and the whole fair land of Greece smiled under the -magic touch of the goddess, Demeter.</p> -<p>The faithful band of Kyrsilus’ followers passed -through the gateway of the Pelasgic wall and stood -in front of a large rectangular building, the temple of -Athene Polias<a class="fn" id="fr_1" href="#fn_1">[1]</a>. Upon a pediment of this temple was -a grotesque serpent in relief, painted and gilded to a -dazzling brightness. Processions of priests and priestesses -with conventional head-dress and stereotyped -smile, formed a frieze which adorned the entablature. -A figure in relief of Theseus carrying across his shoulders -the Marathonian bull aroused in these, his supposed -descendents, a renewed courage to protect their -threatened city. They made ready for use what few -weapons of defense they had among them, then retired -to the temple to pray for the safety of Athens.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_22">22</div> -<p>“My daughter,” said old Kyrsilus, “pray to Ares -that our soldiers may be possessed of unusual valor -and courage in the coming conflict, and pray to Athena -that our generals may wisely direct the approaching -battle.”</p> -<p>“Father Kyrsilus,” replied the maiden, “I always -pray to one God! You may call Him Zeus if you wish, -but He is all powerful and in His hands alone rests -the fate of Greece.”</p> -<p>“Hush my child,” said the aged one, horrified, -“you will call down the wrath of the goddess in whose -temple you now stand! Will you not pray to Athena?”</p> -<p>Before the girl could reply, a young cripple, who -because of his affliction, had been unable to join his -friends in the defense of his land, hobbled into the -temple.</p> -<p>“They are coming, they are coming!” he cried -pointing with trembling finger to the west. The refugees, -looking in the direction indicated, beheld on the -distant horizon a mass of purplish nimbus which as it -gathered momentum gradually took the definite shape -of a vast glittering array of horsemen and foot-soldiers. -Petrified with terror they stood watching the -approaching multitude, which swept relentlessly toward -them, a great human deluge!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_23">23</div> -<p>“Quick! gather rocks and stones and pile them -near the wall. The ascent is steep and few can attempt -to scale it at a time. We can easily hold them back -from the steps with these stones till our soldiers at -Salamis return to our aid.” Kyrsilus forced an air -of bravado to encourage his countrymen, but his heart -sank as he beheld the barbarian host! For a brief -space the maid’s doubt as to the wisdom of the oracle -also took possession of him, but only for a moment. -He thought, “When all else fails, Athena will protect -her sanctuary and we can find refuge there.” Soon -the oscillating wave of humanity was beneath them. -A voice from below rang out clearly above the clash -of weapons:</p> -<p>“I represent, O Athenians, one of the banished -Peisistradi from this fair city. I beg of you, surrender -your city to this world conqueror and save your holy -places from pillage!”</p> -<p>It was the resolute voice of Kyrsilus that replied; -“Behind the ‘wooden wall’ will we defend our temples, -and the gods of Greece will aid us!”</p> -<p>The answer seemed to amaze the Persians. Their -officers drew aside and discussed the situation, arriving -at their decision without unanimity.</p> -<p>The cripple whose name was Philinus, was appointed -sentinel since he was unable to lift the heavy -rocks and stones. From a seat upon several boulders -near the wall he could observe the movements of the -Persians without being seen.</p> -<p>Many of the girls and women wept and prayed for -themselves and for their fathers, brothers, husbands -and sons now on the fleet. A few had lost loved ones -at Thermopylæ. The maiden who had been with -Kyrsilus showed remarkable self-control. To her the -others now turned for strength and encouragement. -One girl to whom she seemed especially dear, clung to -her robe tenaciously.</p> -<p>Kyrsilus approached his charge, and there was on -his countenance an expression of mingled horror and -compassion.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_24">24</div> -<p>“Persephone,” he said with trembling accents, -“if a worse fate than death threatens you, and you -can avail yourself of no weapon, better far fling yourself -to the rocks below!”</p> -<p>The girl, Ladice, who clung tightly to Persephone’s -hand wept bitterly, calling upon the names of all the -gods and goddesses to protect her.</p> -<p>“Why are you so calm, Persephone?” she cried. -“Do you not realize that this Acropolis may be our -huge funeral pyre?”</p> -<p>“Yes I know that, Ladice, but I pray to one God, -and I have a belief in a future existence beyond this -one, so I am not afraid to die.”</p> -<p>“I too have not had the horror of death that is -common to many, but not because of any thought of an -existence continuing beyond this. The certainty of -oblivion after a tumultuous life in this world of ours -is reward enough for me. Surely the peace of nonexistence -would be sufficient compensation.”</p> -<p>The smile on Persephone’s face was indicative of -an inner knowledge out of which she derived supreme -satisfaction and which was incomprehensible to Ladice.</p> -<p>An elderly man by the name of Moschion called -excitedly from the gateway: “It will be necessary for -all the women and girls who can, to help throw these -stones upon the Persians who are climbing faster than -we can prevent.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_25">25</div> -<p>Persephone and Ladice with others rushed to their -task, rendering the needed assistance, though their -fingers bled and their bodies, unused to such prolonged, -strenuous labor, ached to the point of complete exhaustion. -The additional help from the women turned -the tide of fortune temporarily in their favor, and the -Persians were forced to abandon their attack upon -the well protected west side, but now they employed -different tactics! They poured upon the wooden -ramparts, arrows with burning tow attached to them -and it was not long before the palisades were consigned -to flames. Still the little group held its ground bravely, -but Kyrsilus and Moschion at last sent the women into -the temples where they soon joined them. Once within -the sanctuary of the city’s patron goddess the frightened -Greeks looked for a miracle, and indeed nothing -short of a miracle could save them now! In this they -were doomed to disappointment for the temple to -Athena was the first to be reached by the hungry flames, -and the frenzied Greeks were forced to abandon it for -other smaller temples.</p> -<p>It was soon observed that Philinus was not with -them. He had last been seen in prayer before the altar -of Athena and doubtless there he had met his death! In -unspoken terror all wondered who would be the next -victim on the altar of oriental voracity. The chapel -of Aglaurus was farthest from the flames and to it the -terror-stricken Greeks fled. Here for a time at least -was safety and possible salvation.</p> -<p>“Watch the north side now!” cried Kyrsilus, -“The Persians may——” but the words froze on his -lips, for there at the doorway stood fifteen or more of -the besiegers, who had succeeded in scaling the precipitous -northern side.</p> -<p>“To the rocks below, my daughter!” screamed -Kyrsilus. “Do not forget my warning!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_26">26</div> -<p>An officer laid rough hands on the aged Moschion: -“Old bald head, your time on earth is about up, anyway. -You may as well journey on without delay. Old -Charon is waiting to ferry you across the Styx.”</p> -<p>“Hold!” cried another voice, “I prefer to die first -and not witness the end of these my followers.” It was -Kyrsilus.</p> -<p>“As you wish,” cried the big Persian, “you are -all to go anyway.”</p> -<p>The brave Kyrsilus knelt before his captor whose -spear-head disappeared in his breast. His face was -convulsed in the agony of death, but with his last faint -breath he tried to speak to Persephone. “Perhaps you -were right—about the oracle—to the rocks—below—”</p> -<p>Immediately following the tragic death of the -leader the remaining men were killed and the rough -floor of the little chapel became slippery with blood. A -number of the women, following old Kyrsilus’ advice, -flung themselves to certain death upon the ground below -rather than fall into the hands of Xerxes’ soldiers.</p> -<p>It was Artabazus, one of the most insolent and -rapacious of the king’s officers, who discovered Persephone -and Ladice cowering in a remote corner.</p> -<p>“Oho, look what I have found here!” he laughed -in a coarse loud voice. “Surely such a prize was -worth that perilous climb.”</p> -<p>He took a step forward and seized Persephone -roughly, but as he did so, he caught the eye of a young -officer who had just arrived upon the scene together -with Xerxes himself. The king took in the situation at -a glance and his narrow eyes gleamed in approbation.</p> -<p>“A brave soldier deserves a fair prize, Artabazus,” -he said.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_27">27</div> -<p>“One moment please!” It was the voice of the -young officer Zopyrus. “Did you not, cousin Xerxes, -promise me a choice of the fairest maidens of the kingdom? -This land of Greece is now a part of your -kingdom, O mighty conqueror, and out of it I choose the -maiden whom Artabazus now holds.”</p> -<p>“It is all one with me,” cried the impatient monarch, -“Artabazus shall have the other maid.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus stepped forward and took the half unconscious -form of the beautiful girl in his arms, and -amid the coarse jests and ribaldry of the Persian soldiery, -fled with his burden to the city below.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_28">28</div> -<h2 id="c4"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER IV.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Miracle of Salamis.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“First from the Greeks a tuneful shout uprose,</p> -<p class="t0">Well omened, and with replication loud,</p> -<p class="t0">Leaped the blithe echo from the rocky shore.</p> -<p class="t0">Fear seized the Persian host, no longer tricked</p> -<p class="t0">By vain opinion; not like wavering flight</p> -<p class="t0">Billowed the solemn paean of the Greeks,</p> -<p class="t0">But like the shout of men to battle urging,</p> -<p class="t0">With lusty cheer.”</p> -<p class="lr">Aeschylus.</p> -</div> -<p>The Persian forces were now turning from the -Acropolis, and drunk with victory, were scattering -over the city. Dwellings were plundered -and burned, and a few wild-eyed Greeks who had remained -to guard their valuable possessions, fled in mad -confusion, but were overtaken by the ruthless enemy -and slaughtered.</p> -<p>Zopyrus’ one desire was to leave behind him the -horrors of massacre and conflagration. With great -difficulty he forced his way through jostling crowds of -demoniac soldiers, who upon recognition of his uniform -and insignia, stayed their impulse which was to murder -any who did not take part with them in the destruction -of the city.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_29">29</div> -<p>The heat of a noon-day sun shone upon a scene -unparalleled in the gruesome aspect which it presented. -Zopyrus turned his face to the west, for in this direction -the Persians did not go. Their fiendish work was -in the heart of the once glorious city which lay to the -north and east. Many too were pursuing a south-west -course in the direction of the bay of Phalerum where -the Persian navy had its headquarters.</p> -<p>As Zopyrus trudged onward, the limp form of the -Greek girl in his arms, he noticed that the road which -he had chosen, though now deserted, was of unusual -width and well paved. The dazzling heat, reflected -from the white pavement, became oppressive, and it -was with a feeling of ineffable joy that he saw to the -right the cool green shadows of an olive-grove. Looking -back between the gnarled trunks of two large trees -whose branches were entwined in serpentine fashion, -he beheld the Acropolis topped with its smoldering -ruins. Once within the cool recesses of the grove he -deposited his burden, and as he did so, he received a -shock. Where before had he beheld those identical -features in the relaxation of death? He looked again -intently, thinking it an hallucination, and while his gaze -rested upon her face, the maiden opened her eyes. -With a look of unspeakable horror she recoiled, then -as quickly turned her face in his direction, her features -expressing amazement. The refinement of his countenance -in combination with his Persian uniform astonished -her greatly. She marveled at his attitude of -reserve. His gaze met hers and held it with an impelling -magnetism till she dropped her eyes in confusion.</p> -<p>“You—are a Greek in disguise?” she faltered.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_30">30</div> -<p>“On the contrary, I am a Persian officer in the -army of Xerxes,” he replied, and perceiving her look -of terror, he added, “but I will not harm you, rather -I have rescued you from a horrible fate.”</p> -<p>“And I am truly grateful, but I am puzzled as to -why you should care to do that for me, a daughter of -the enemy.”</p> -<p>“The motives of a Persian are not always altogether -base,” he replied somewhat coldly.</p> -<p>“A thousand pardons,” she beseeched, “I am -greatly indebted to you for your kindness, but my people -have suffered horribly at the hands of yours, and -surely you can not wonder at my attitude!”</p> -<p>“No,” he replied more gently, “I do not blame -you, but I am glad to prove to you that Ahura-Mazdâo -may be as deserving of worship as Zeus.”</p> -<p>To his surprise the suspicion of a smile flitted -across her face. Was this bewitching Athenian maiden -mocking him? Her features were again serious as she -said: “Ahura-Mazdâo and Zeus are one. There is one -all-powerful God, and compared with Him the others -are quite insignificant.”</p> -<p>“You believe that?” he asked with fresh interest. -“I had supposed polytheism to be the unshaken belief -of the Greeks.”</p> -<p>“Of the majority that is true,” she replied seriously, -“but many of us, while performing the rites due -our gods and goddesses, send our prayers to a Deity -who is above the petty jealousies of the gods of Olympus. -It was a prayer to that Deity which saved me -from a tragic fate on the Acropolis!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_31">31</div> -<p>He looked at her with a new interest. Not only -did he consider her very beautiful, but he was surprised -to find her possessing more intellect than was usual -among the Persian girls of his acquaintance. He knew -too, that the Greek women were educated to be principally -home-makers, and that beyond the duties of -wives and mothers, their training was somewhat deficient. -Therefore he was not a little amazed that this -maid of Athens could express her views on religion -with the assurance of a man.</p> -<p>“If a prayer to the Deity saved you, can not another -such prayer save your ships there at Salamis?” -he asked, but so kindly that she did not resent his question.</p> -<p>“Let us go to the shore,” she cried eagerly, “and -there I shall pray that success may come to my poor -fellow-countrymen who know that their beloved city -lies in ashes!”</p> -<p>As they ascended the ravine which intersects the -range of Mt. Aegaleos and gazed beyond toward the -low hills which lay like purple velvet, fold on fold, it -seemed to the man and the maid that hatred and warfare -must be altogether odious to a God who had created -such beauty. And it seemed to them that man, the -crown of his creation, was not fashioned for the murder -of his fellows, or to perish on the bloody field of battle. -They passed numerous sanctuaries and temples whose -white pillars stood like silent ghosts hiding amid the -dark foliage of shady groves, or half concealed behind -some grassy hillock, but always the great vault of the -universal temple impressed upon them their common -beliefs. At length from the top of a woody eminence -they beheld the silvery sheet of the bay of Salamis, -dotted with the Greek triremes.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_32">32</div> -<p>“Let us take this wooded path to the south,” -suggested Zopyrus. “It will take us to the shore at a -point considerably north of the Persian forces and out -of the danger of meeting any chance pedestrians to -Eleusis.”</p> -<p>Persephone had explained that the road which -they had traveled up to this point was indeed the -Sacred Way which led from Athens to the city of -Eleusis where there was a temple dedicated to the worship -of Demeter and of Dionysus.</p> -<p>“Many of my friends are now on yonder island,” -said Persephone pointing in the direction of the mountains -of Salamis which girdled the bay.</p> -<p>“Why were you not with them in this time of peril -to your city?” asked the Persian.</p> -<p>“Because my father, who is out there with the -Greek fleet, left me in the care of an old friend, -Kyrsilus, who believed that Athens could be saved by -defending the Acropolis. My father will be frantic -with grief when he hears of the fate of Athens, for he -lost a son, my twin brother, in the battle of Thermopylæ. -My brother Phales, was considered too young -to fight and was refused permission to join the naval -forces when he applied to Eurybiades, the commander -of our fleet, so he united with the Spartans under king -Leonidas, and as you know, not one of the three-hundred -soldiers escaped death.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_33">33</div> -<p>Zopyrus was too overcome with emotion to trust -himself to speak. Like a flash the association of her -lovely face as she lay passive in his arms, with that -other face, so strangely similar, was made clear. His -had been the hand that had laid low that youth just -on the threshold of manhood, and caused sorrow to the -brave father and the devoted sister! In his mind he -lived over again that period of mental anguish preceding -the battle of Thermopylæ. Then once again as in -the heat of battle he saw before him the handsome face -of the Greek lad as he lay at his feet in the peace of -death. Oh, it was unbearable! He passed his hand -across his eyes as if to shut out the haunting vision -and lo! as he drew his hand away the same face was -before him still, only now it appeared in the fresh -vigor of life! As they followed the course of the little -by-path, she noticed his sudden silence and wondered if -it were possible that he felt any sorrow that a Greek -soldier, though her brother, had met death in the pass -of Thermopylæ.</p> -<p>No more words passed between them until they -stood side by side on a small promontory, the bay, -reflecting the glory of an afternoon sun at their feet. -Persephone stood shading her eyes and looking eagerly -toward the Greek triremes as if she hoped even at that -distance to be able to discern a familiar figure on board. -It was with new emotions that Zopyrus watched the -slender form of the girl silhouetted against a horizon -of water and sky like a sylph limned on gauze. She -was clad in the flowing white, sleeveless <i>chiton</i> of the -women of higher caste, with a plaited <i>kolpos</i>, giving a -puff effect at the waist. Her hair, gold where the sun -shone upon it but brown in the shadows, was parted -so that it fell in loose waves around her temples. At -the back, low in her neck, it was gathered in a soft -Psyche knot. Her nose was typically Greek, straight -and thin, and the perfect contour of cheek and chin -was the same that Zopyrus had observed in the slain -lad at Thermopylæ.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_34">34</div> -<p>“Just so have the opposing fleets lain for days,” -she cried. “That is the position in which they were -when news was received at Athens that Aristides had -arrived from Aegina whither he had been banished.”</p> -<p>“Do you think the Greek fleet would do well to -strike first? Why not wait for the Persians to take -the initiative?” Zopyrus asked.</p> -<p>“Do you think I will tell you, a Persian, what I -think?” she cried angrily.</p> -<p>He thought she was going to leave him, but in that -he was mistaken. She walked a few paces away still -gazing with shaded eyes toward the triremes. Her -features now showed the tragic expression of despair. -Themistocles had told the Athenians that the Peloponnesians -might withdraw their ships, and this, Persephone -knew would mean victory to the Persians, and -Asiatic rule in Greece. Why, oh why did the Greek -ships hold back! It was in an agony of despair that -the girl sank to her knees and would have fallen had -Zopyrus not run to her assistance.</p> -<p>“The prayer, oh, I had nearly forgotten the prayer -for my people! I said I would pray at the shore and -so I shall, for the salvation of Greece and the expulsion -of the enemy!” The tears were coursing down her -rounded cheeks and her frame shook with sobs. Reverently -she raised her eyes to heaven and prayed with -greater fervor than she had on the Acropolis. Then -a few lives had been at stake, now the future of a nation -and possibly races of mankind were involved!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_35">35</div> -<p>The sun apparently crept a few feet nearer its goal -and still the girl remained in her attitude of supplication. -All at once she stood erect and turned amazed -in the direction of Eleusis and the Sacred Way. Borne -on the breeze that was wafted across the picturesque -bay of Eleusis came the sound of myriads of voices -raised in a mighty pæan of joy. The chant rose and -fell in awful grandeur striking fear and adoring wonder -to the hearts of Persians and Greeks.</p> -<p>“It is the Hymn to Dionysus!” cried Persephone. -“That is the way it sounds at festival times, only this -is a thousand times grander. There are none left in -Greece to sing that hymn! Do you not see it is a -miracle sent by the Deity in answer to my prayer? -Listen!”</p> -<p>The volume of sound grew louder and more distinct -until it seemed to surround them and they stood dumb -with astonishment. Out over the waters of Salamis -drifted the pæan of solemn, dignified joy, and into the -heart of every Greek it sent its message. Never to -hear again in reality the Hymn to Dionysus! Never to -walk in joyous procession with the celebrants from -Athens to Eleusis, bearing the statue of Iocchos! Never -to celebrate the national festivals so dear to the heart -of every Greek! Was Greece to be overrun and conquered -by Orientals? The pæan died away gradually -and was followed by an ominous, death-like silence. -Then a very different sound pierced the ears of the -two listeners. It was the battle-cry of the Greeks as -they sent forth their ships to meet the enemy. All fear -had fled. Only one motive actuated the entire fleet and -that was to save Greece at any cost.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_36">36</div> -<p>“Do you see the ship that leads the assault?” -cried Persephone excitedly. “That is commanded by -Lycomedes, a brave captain well deserving of the honors -he has won in previous conflicts, but the ship behind -is a close second.”</p> -<p>The leading Greek ship pursued a Persian vessel -which was seemingly but a few feet in advance of the -Greek boat.</p> -<p>“The Persian vessel is making for that narrow -space yonder but I doubt if it will have room to turn -about and face its antagonist. It is like sailing between -Scylla and Charybdis,” said Zopyrus. “Look it is -about to turn, but the space will not permit. There—!”</p> -<p>As he spoke the boat commanded by Lycomedes -struck that of the Persian broadside, nearly cutting it -in twain with the sharp, strong beak. Instantly the -greatest confusion reigned on board the damaged vessel. -Soldiers leapt into the water, preferring drowning -to death or captivity at the hands of the enemy. Persephone -turned away with a shudder. Zopyrus observed -her narrowly.</p> -<p>“It pains you to witness the victory of this Lycomedes?” -he asked with a touch of sarcasm.</p> -<p>“No, no,” she replied in distressed tones, “I -should have been glad to hear of it, but I can not enjoy -being an eye-witness to such a terrible scene!”</p> -<p>His feeling of bitterness left and he said more -kindly, “Will you not go and rest under the shade of -some tree well out of sight and somewhat out of sound -of this battle?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_37">37</div> -<p>Her reply rather surprised him. “If you can -watch so serenely the annihilation of your countrymen, -I can endure witnessing the victory of mine. Oh,” here -she unconsciously clutched Zopyrus’ arm, unaware of -the thrill of contact to the Persian, “the second ship -is commanded by my brave uncle, Ameinias. Look, he -is pursuing a Persian ship which has so far eluded his -beak!”</p> -<p>The battle was now raging in earnest, Persephone -and Zopyrus stood with tense interest while at their -feet was enacted one of the world’s great tragic -dramas. The narrow space in which they were engaged -hindered the Persians and rendered their superior -number a disadvantage. Becoming panic-stricken, -they collided with each other. Oars were broken, and -unable to steer, they could not direct their blows with -the prows, by which means they sought to sink an -enemy ship. The bay was a moving mass of driving -beaks and heaving wreckage.</p> -<p>“Whose is the vessel that my uncle still pursues?” -asked the girl presently.</p> -<p>“That is the ship of Artemisia, queen of Halicarnassus,” -he replied.</p> -<p>No sooner had the words fallen from his lips than -the Karian queen’s boat collided with that of one of -her countrymen, and Ameinias abandoned the pursuit. -But Artemisia’s boat was not damaged and retreated -quickly to the Persian side.</p> -<p>“I believe the collision was deliberate,” said -Zopyrus more to himself than to his companion. “By -apparently becoming a deserter and sinking one of her -own ships, she escaped with her life.”</p> -<p>“Who is this Artemisia, that she commands a ship -and displays such keen intelligence in naval warfare?” -asked Persephone with growing interest.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_38">38</div> -<p>“She is a companion of Xerxes, and had proven -a wise counsellor. Her advice when followed has always -been adept, and when unheeded, disaster has -resulted. This naval engagement with the Greeks was -undertaken entirely against her wishes and this is the -result!”</p> -<p>Persephone smiled. “I am glad I do not have to -serve in the capacity of king’s counsellor. My talents -evidently lie in a different direction. I can not cause -battles to be fought or not, at will.”</p> -<p>“No, little maid of Greece, but it seems that by -your prayers you can determine the results of the -battles that <i>are</i> fought. Your power is far greater -than that of Artemisia!”</p> -<p>Her eyes were filled with tears of happiness. “The -One God who is powerful above all others <i>does</i> hear -and answer the prayers of earnest suppliants.”</p> -<p>It was difficult to say whether the sweet loveliness -in the lines of Persephone’s face, or her majesty -of character gave her the greater fascination, but as -the youth gazed upon her features illuminated with -triumph and joy, he became convinced that she was -the most attractive woman he had ever known.</p> -<p>“When the battle is over, where will you go?” he -asked.</p> -<p>“Wherever my father or uncle wish,—and you?”</p> -<p>For a moment he hesitated. Should he tell her of -his Greek mother and of the conflicting emotions which -had been his ever since the beginning of the campaign? -She observed his indecision and said softly even seductively: -“You have seen much to rouse your sympathy -for my people, have you not? Surely the atrocities -wrought by the Persians have not met with the -approval of one who could rescue a maiden in dire distress, -though she were of the enemy!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_39">39</div> -<p>Zopyrus was soldier before he was lover. He had -come over with the Persian host to aid in subduing -Greece, and here he was nearly allowing himself to be -swayed by the charms of a Greek maid. For the moment -he forgot that his Greek mother had been the -strongest influence, barring his vows as an officer, that -had as yet actuated him in this campaign. He felt -momentarily the sting of the defeat of Salamis.</p> -<p>“I go to the Persians at Phalerum, after I have -seen you safe with your people,” he replied coldly.</p> -<p>“There is no danger now,” she answered, and -there was a twinkle in her eye. “With the defeat of -the Persians, I am secure in my own country.”</p> -<p>He looked at her speechlessly as she stood in an -attitude of superb defiance, then moved by a sudden -impulse, he strode toward her and gathered her roughly -in his arms, crushing her against him till she cried out -with pain.</p> -<p>“You see your danger is not over, is it?” he asked -fiercely.</p> -<p>She ceased to struggle, and when he looked at her -pale face and into her eyes, which are ever truer messengers -of the soul than the spoken words of the mouth, -he read a truth which bewildered him. Passionately -he kissed her lips, once, twice, thrice, then rudely put -her from him and strode away in the direction of -Phalerum.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_40">40</div> -<h2 id="c5"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER V.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Traitor of Thermopylæ.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Maid of Athens, ere we part,</p> -<p class="t0">Give, O, give me back my heart!</p> -<p class="t0">Or since it has left my breast,</p> -<p class="t0">Keep it now, and take the rest!”</p> -<p class="lr">Lord Byron.</p> -</div> -<p>A small barge shot out from the shadows of a -cliff through the light spray which spumed about -its prow as it cut the billows. Its occupants, in -addition to the two oarsmen, were a youth and maiden -of comely features. The former was clad in a long, -deep bordered <i>chiton</i> covered with a <i>chlamys</i> or cape -of semi-military style. His feet were protected by -leather sandals, bound with straps about the calves of -his legs. In indolent ease he stretched his too graceful -form and gazed from beneath half closed eye-lids at -the beautiful young woman who reclined upon a cushioned -dais at the boat’s prow. The woman, if she were -conscious of the other’s gaze, did not make it manifest. -Her eyes sought the tranquil water with a dreamy, faraway -expression. For some time the two sat thus. At -length the man’s attitude of indolence changed abruptly. -He leaned forward, drawing his companion’s -gaze to his.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_41">41</div> -<p>“Why this coolness to me, Persephone? You have -been a changed girl ever since I found you wandering -alone on the shore near Eleusis. Have the horrors of -recent events affected your reason, that you do not -smile upon me as was your wont?”</p> -<p>“It must be the war, Ephialtes, that makes my -spirit so downcast. If only the entire Persian army -had retreated across the Hellespont with Xerxes! -Hordes of them still remain in Thessaly, rallying, I -presume, to attack us again.”</p> -<p>“We are safe here at Salamis for the time being, -and if I thought what you have said was the true cause -of your listlessness, I should not worry, but I have -feared lately that you consider seriously the attentions -of Icetes, may Pluto take him!”</p> -<p>Persephone colored to her temples at these words. -“Icetes is a sincere and lovable friend. He is no more -to me than an elder brother and I will not hear his -name so defiled.”</p> -<p>A sneer curled the handsome lips of the Greek but -his expression changed quickly to one of passionate -adoration. “I have loved you ever since I first saw -you, Persephone, and I will not allow another to come -between you, the rare object of my affections and me. -Your father has consented to a betrothal, has he not?”</p> -<p>The maiden looked away quickly. “Father does -not wholly approve of you, Ephialtes, if the truth must -be known. You know father has strict ideas and I am -his only daughter!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_42">42</div> -<p>“Of course you are,” the young man responded -irritably, “but he must expect you to wed sometime, -and where will he find a better suitor for your hand outside -of royalty? I have wealth,” here Ephialtes -touched the rich border of his costly garment and the -jewel in his dark hair, “good looks, and prospects of -political favor.”</p> -<p>Persephone hesitated to state that the doubtful -source of Ephialtes’ wealth was one of her father’s -objections to him as a prospective son-in-law. Also -the fact that he spent his money lavishly upon personal -comforts and luxuries, but had failed to donate toward -the sum being raised for the rebuilding of Athens, was -against him.</p> -<p>“Do not press me for an answer now, Ephialtes. -The Persians have not yet been expelled from Greece, -and you may have to don helmet and cuirass once again -before our beloved country is safe from the oriental -invader.”</p> -<p>“When the Athenians return to rebuild Athens -will you give me your answer?” persisted Ephialtes.</p> -<p>“I will consider seriously at that time,” replied -the girl smiling demurely into the handsome face now -close to her own.</p> -<p>Persephone was a true Greek in that she believed -that physical beauty was the index of the rarer qualities -of mind and heart. The youth who sat opposite -possessed physical beauty to an unusual degree. The -soft breezes from across the water stirred his dark -thick locks, and the dazzling reflection of the late afternoon -sun on the dancing waves was reflected a second -time from his dark eyes whose light fluctuated even as -that upon the oscillating surface of the water.</p> -<p>“Tell me again of your heroism at Thermopylæ,” -whispered the maiden.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_43">43</div> -<p>“No, I would not seem to brag of my gift of valor. -It is enough, is it not, that I have told you of my attempt -to save the life of Leonidas?”</p> -<p>Persephone smiled at him in approval, then her -features became serious as she asked: “Has the traitor -of Thermopylæ yet been discovered? But for him, our -city would not now be in ashes and thousands of lives -would have been spared including that of my dear -brother, Phales.”</p> -<p>She raised tear-dimmed eyes to her companion: -“Ephialtes, seek the traitor and deliver him to us, that -through the agency of man, God may avenge that foul -act of treason. Could you do this, Greece would honor -your name as it did that of Miltiades.”</p> -<p>The man turned his face away, his mood quickly -altered by the girl’s words.</p> -<p>“Humanity is fickle,” he replied with a peculiar -air of detachment. “Miltiades did not enjoy public -favor for long, you remember. Just because he went -on a little trip to avenge a personal wrong, immediately -the populace forgot his heroism at Marathon and convicted -him for that minor offence.”</p> -<p>“But,” replied the girl, “Miltiades became arrogant -and forgot public interests for his own. Zeus -always punishes insolence by having Justice recompense -in due season.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_44">44</div> -<p>Ephialtes was obstinately silent, unmoved by Persephone’s -words. He dared say no more for fear of -betraying himself. Persephone, he loved to as great -an extent as it is possible for one of such selfish instincts -to love. She did not possess great wealth, and -conscious of his own mercenary nature, he wondered -that he could so love where money was no object. He -had great respect for her mental superiority, while at -the same time he feared it, but it was her physical -loveliness which appealed to him most. He longed -to possess her, body and soul, and the usual patience -with which he could await the attainment of his desires, -was becoming depleted. He had always prided himself -on his ability to bridle his impulses if he felt that they -interfered in any way with the ultimate attainment -of a desired goal. Where self-restraint is lacking, -there is no order, and no one knew this any better than -Ephialtes.</p> -<p>It was that magical hour between daylight and -dusk that is of such short duration in the countries of -the south. Away to the west stretched the hills of -Salamis, the setting sun shedding a flood of glory upon -the picturesque undulations. Then one by one the -stars began to appear and soon the canopy of the -heavens was studded with myriads of twinkling lights.</p> -<p>“Let us hasten back to the island,” said Persephone -shivering slightly. “The air is chill and I -brought no wrap with me.”</p> -<p>The young man removed his cape and placed it -around the shoulders of his companion. Persephone -seemed despondent. Even the beauty of the evening -on the water beneath the stars did not cheer her. The -barge was now, at the request of the maiden, turning -its prow toward the promontories of her temporary -home.</p> -<p>“Persephone,” pleaded the youth once more, “will -you not give me an answer now, and if in the affirmative, -I shall be the happiest man in all Greece.”</p> -<p>Persephone smiled a little, but was still troubled.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_45">45</div> -<p>“Dear Ephialtes,” she said, “you have it in you -to be so brave as you proved at Thermopylæ, but before -I consent to a marriage between us, I want one more -accomplishment that will bring glory to your name. -Discover for our country Thermopylæ’s traitor.”</p> -<p>Ephialtes’ brow clouded. “That is a very difficult -task. Will not proof of heroic valor in the next conflict -with the Persians suffice to bring you to my arms, -a willing bride?”</p> -<p>The barge now glided into a cove near the city, -and Ephialtes rose to assist his fair companion in -alighting from her seat at the prow. As she yielded -her arm to his, she raised to his face a countenance, -though outwardly serene, yet strangely determined.</p> -<p>“On the day that you deliver to Greece the traitor -of Thermopylæ I will become your wife.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_46">46</div> -<h2 id="c6"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER VI.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Athena Speaks Through the Olive Branch.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“We climb the ancient steep, which chief and sage</p> -<p class="t0">Mounted before, through many a changeful age;</p> -<p class="t0">Where Cimon blessed the gods that Greece was free,</p> -<p class="t0">And Thrasybulus shouted ‘Victory.’”</p> -<p class="lr">Nicholas Michell.</p> -</div> -<p>At the top of the long rugged path by which -one mounted the Acropolis, stood a young man -of martial bearing. Upon his features contempt -and yearning curiously mingled. At his feet lay a -city now silent and deserted, which had once teemed -with active humanity. Whether he looked to north or -south, to east or west, there crowded upon his memory -in rapid succession, incidents that brought to him the -convincing reality that this city was associated with all -that was dear to him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_47">47</div> -<p>The fleeting memories that crowded in and out of -his mind came from a diversity of experiences. Now -there came to him thoughts as he looked toward the -Agora<a class="fn" id="fr_2" href="#fn_2">[2]</a> that brought a wistful smile to his lips. He -was once more a mischievous boy running through the -busy market to escape the wrath of the pursuing vender -whom he had angered by the theft of a tempting -bit of fruit. Then—and his brow clouded while a blush -of shame flushed his cheek—he was a wild youth arrogant -and proud, and steeped in sin, how deep, he did -not realize till later! Then had followed the excitement -of war—his father as commander of the Greeks -had won a great victory over the Persians at Marathon! -His father the great Miltiades, whose name was -on every tongue and whose praise was sung throughout -Greece, returned, the idol of the hour, and Cimon, -though too young to have participated at Marathon, -commemorated his parent’s triumph with a sumptuous -feast, the like of which had never before nor since been -celebrated in Athens. And then—here Cimon’s head -sank upon his breast—had followed the disgrace and -death of that father whose bravery had been extoled -throughout the land. His courageous father who had -stood firm before the darts of Datis and Artaphernes, -yielded to a desire to avenge a petty, personal wrong, -and fell with an arrow in his heart. But after all, -Cimon considered, had not the father’s disgrace -brought the son to his senses? His former friends -shunned him in a way that he knew was due not alone -to the paternal disgrace, but to the former arrogance -with which he had flaunted his pride of social standing -in the faces of his associates.</p> -<p>The blush of shame which mantled his brow gave -evidence of the remorse which the young Cimon had -suffered. Suddenly he stood erect and held his head -high, a triumphant gleam in his blue eyes. Yes he had -made a real man of himself after all and had won the -respect and confidence of his fellows, not through his -poor father’s achievements, but through virtues of his -own. He would do what he could yet to bring this beloved -city back to her former splendor. The Persians -though defeated at Salamis, would he knew, rally for -another attack, for they had not left northern Greece, -and he, Cimon, would exert himself to the utmost to -save the land which his father had so bravely defended -ten years before.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_48">48</div> -<p>His eyes glowed with enthusiasm while visions of -the future held him in absorption. What Miltiades had -been to Greece, he would be, and <i>more</i>. His father had -been all soldier, but in him, Cimon, were there not -mingled some of the qualities necessary to the making -of a statesman as well? He turned and viewed with -grief the ponderous slabs that had once composed the -temple to Athena. Would not Athens soon need another -such edifice, grander and of more beautiful proportions -than the one which had recently occupied this -site? Some leader would arise after this war, why -not he? Of course Themistocles, here his brow puckered -to a frown, was a great man and had been the savior -of Greece at Salamis, but Themistocles would soon be -past his prime, whereas <i>he</i> was young. He drew himself -to his full height, unconsciously placed his hand -upon the hilt of his sword and gazed beyond the north -horizon in which direction he knew the Persians rallied -for another attack upon the stronghold of Attica.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_49">49</div> -<p>His mind returned again to the statesman, Themistocles. -He had been the last person to see Ladice -alive, and it was known for certain that she was among -those who ascended the Acropolis with Kyrsilus. Although -it was first reported that all of that brave little -band had been slaughtered, rumor had been rife that -some of the younger women had been spared—but only -to meet a worse fate; that of captivity in the harems -of the Persians. If that had been Ladice’s fate, far -better that she had met death with the others on the -Acropolis! But Ladice did not love him. Oh, the sting -of that realization! Ladice knew of the wild life that he -had led and of the drunken orgies in which he had participated. -Perhaps it was presumptuous for him to -think with love upon a girl of such stainless character -as Ladice, but had he not vowed by all the gods that he -would live an upright life and had he not kept that vow -for nearly four years?</p> -<p>Slowly he advanced among the ruins which lay -about him, mute evidences of a destructive power as -yet unconquered.</p> -<p>“She probably offered a last prayer to Athena -here,” he surmised as he sadly surveyed what had -once been the sanctuary of that goddess. Vainly he -strove to suppress the violent agitation of his soul. -At last with a despairing cry he sank to his knees, and -with uplifted hands prayed to the goddess: “Oh -Athena, thou who knowest what took place at thy -sanctuary, even though thou wert unable to defend it -against the hordes of Xerxes, did Ladice die among -the followers of Kyrsilus or was she taken captive by -Persian soldiers? If she is now a prisoner among -them, is there a chance for her rescue? Is there a -chance for this city that is named for thee O Athena? -Give me a sign, O Goddess, that is all I ask, a sign -that I may set forth with renewed hope and vigor to -aid in expelling the dreaded foes from our boundaries!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_50">50</div> -<p>Cimon staggered to his feet, his eyes resting -wearily on the debris that was piled about him. -Presently among the fragments of a demolished pillar -he saw something that caused him to doubt the truthfulness -of his sight. Here on the top of the Acropolis -where destruction through the agency of fire and -sword had been followed by chaos, was a bit of living -green vegetation! Cimon approached in awe and bewilderment, -then he uttered an exclamation of joy, -for the sacred olive tree which had been planted in -honor of the patron goddess years before, had sent -forth a new green shoot a cubit in length. The young -man knew as he gazed upon this miracle of life sprung -from the ashes of death, that Athena spoke by the olive-branch -the promise that Athens should arise from her -despair and ruin. With a lighter heart than he had -felt for many a weary day, Cimon descended the path, -and in his heart not only hope, but a grim determination -to help in the restoration of his beloved city, found -lodgment.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_51">51</div> -<h2 id="c7"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER VII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Banquet of Attaginus.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“How oft when men are at the point of death</p> -<p class="t0">Have they been merry!”</p> -<p class="lr">Shakespeare.</p> -</div> -<p>After the defeat of the Persians at Salamis, -Xerxes retreated across the Hellespont to Asia, -but Mardonius was not so easily disheartened. -With three hundred thousand men he wintered in Thessaly -making thorough preparations for a second attack -upon Athens the following summer. What was his -utter amazement upon re-entering the city to find it -completely deserted, its citizens having remained at -Salamis, Troezen and Aegina. Thereupon he retreated -to Thebes in Bœotia there to await the Greek offensive -which was to be strengthened by aid from the Spartans.</p> -<p>On a certain evening in spring, ten months after -the destruction of Athens, Zopyrus and his friend -Masistius, sat outside the entrance of the latter’s tent -in the Persian encampment near Thebes. The night -was cool for that time of the year, but the chill was -warded off to some extent by a brightly blazing fire.</p> -<p>“What think you of this sumptuous feast to be -given by the Theban Attaginus, on the morrow?” asked -Zopyrus.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_52">52</div> -<p>“I expect I shall enjoy the feast, but I do not -admire the Bœotians,” replied Masistius. “They are -unfaithful to their country’s cause, and above all -things I loathe a traitor. Of course our outward appearances -must be those of friendship, for they are of -inestimable service to the Persian cause, but how different -from the traitorous Thebans was that little band -of Athenians who tried to defend their Acropolis!”</p> -<p>Zopyrus’ brow clouded at memory of that tragic -scene. “By the way Masistius, what became of the -girl whom Xerxes gave to Artabazus when the latter -was forced to surrender the maiden to whom I laid -claim?”</p> -<p>Masistius gazed silently into the bright flames and -tossed a twig into the fire, watching it a moment before -he spoke.</p> -<p>“Her young life will be consumed just as that -twig. She was taken away by Artabazus and is now -a captive in his harem.”</p> -<p>Masistius paused a moment impressively, then he -asked without even glancing in Zopyrus’ direction: -“And the other maiden, what of her? But that is a -rude question,” he added, laying an affectionate hand -upon the other’s shoulder. “I presume by now she is -safe with her people.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_53">53</div> -<p>Zopyrus turned quickly and sought his companion’s -gaze. “Friend Masistius,” he said, “I have -kept locked within my breast these ten months, a secret, -so precious that I hesitate to share it, and I would not -do so were it not approaching the eve of battle, but to -you who throughout this entire campaign, have been -the only friend whose ideas of life coincide with mine, -I will disclose that which I had not thought to reveal -to mortal man. Although my acquaintance with the -maiden of whom you speak was of short duration, it -was, nevertheless, long enough to convince me that I -want her for my wife.”</p> -<p>The Persian cavalryman expressed no little surprise -at his friend’s disclosure.</p> -<p>“Was the infatuation mutual?” he asked.</p> -<p>“If I possess any ability in interpreting a maiden’s -thoughts through her eyes, my love is reciprocated,” -said Zopyrus, the color mounting to his temples.</p> -<p>“If that be the case,” spoke Masistius heartily, -“may Ahura-Mazdâo bring you together after we have -conquered Greece!”</p> -<p>“And if we cannot succeed in subduing the -Greeks?”</p> -<p>“Then Zeus may perform the act of reuniting -you,” replied Masistius somewhat bitterly.</p> -<p>The fire had by this time died down till only a few -glowing embers remained. Zopyrus rose to take his -leave.</p> -<p>“Farewell, Masistius, till the feast. Forget the -confidences of the past hour. This love of mine can -avail nothing.”</p> -<p>“Of that I am not so sure, Zopyrus. The vision -of a certain beautiful young woman has kept up my -courage that might otherwise have failed me.”</p> -<p>With a friendly hand-clasp, the two parted.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="gs">* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<p>The hall appropriated to the feast was part of the -private home of the Theban leader, Attaginus. Through -a wide entrance at one side of the hall, the guests -glimpsed a court, the floor of which was of variegated -mosaic tiles forming intricate designs and patterns. In -the center a marble fountain tossed up its silvery cooling -spray. Among the potted palms and ferns, birds -of bright-colored plumage flitted about adding their -sweet notes to that of cithera and flute. Rarest flowers -of every hue glowed from sculptured vases among the -green foliage of the plants, and sweet spices burned in -guilded tripods.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_54">54</div> -<p>Within the hall the cedar-wood tables<a class="fn" id="fr_3" href="#fn_3">[3]</a> groaned -under the weight of gold and silver dishes filled with -tasty viands. There were thrushes browned to a turn, -fish, lentils, olive-oil, cheese, fruit, cakes baked in the -shape of Persian and Greek soldiers, and many desserts -and dainties to induce thirst for the wine which -was to come later.</p> -<p>The astute Attaginus had arranged his guests in -such a manner that a Bœotian and a Persian occupied -the same couch. In this way he hoped to stimulate the -fraternal spirit between Persian and Greek. Thus -Artabazus found himself occupying a couch with a -Theban cavalryman by the name of Timegenidas, -Masistius discovered his companion to be a certain -Theban, Asopodorus, while Mardonius and Attaginus -were partners.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_55">55</div> -<p>Zopyrus being an inferior officer to those mentioned, -sat among others of equal rank with himself at -an end of the hall. In spite of the revel and festivity -about him, he labored in vain to throw off a sense of -depression. To one of his nature it was impossible -to forget the probable tragedies of the morrow in the -carousal and merry-making of today. These men -about him were trying to veil sorrow with levity; a -thing that men have done for countless ages and probably -always will; a last expiring effort to enjoy life -while it is still in their possession; a desire to crowd -out of consciousness the possibility of oblivion by a -present rapturous delight in the reality of existence.</p> -<p>The Greek who sat with Zopyrus observed his nonchalance -and endeavored to encourage conversation. -He plied Zopyrus with questions as to his native city, -the details of the campaign from Sardis to Thessaly, -until the Persian was forced to make similar inquiries -in regard to the Bœotian, who he learned was a citizen -of Orchomenus, by the name of Thersander.</p> -<p>At the close of the above mentioned courses servants -entered and moved noiselessly about, putting -wreaths on the heads and around the necks of the guests -and pouring upon them sweet-scented ointments. At -this point in the feast Attaginus arose and all eyes were -turned in his direction.</p> -<p>“We will appoint a symposiarch<a class="fn" id="fr_4" href="#fn_4">[4]</a> by lot,” he explained, -“so that Greek and Persian will be treated -fairly.”</p> -<p>“I believe my companion here would make an excellent -symposiarch,” said Timegenidas, laughingly -indicating Artabazus. “I think he would be sparing -in the use of water. Am I right, my friend?”</p> -<p>“Where wine, revelry and women, though the latter -are sadly wanting here, are concerned,” said Artabazus -in a loud voice, “there I am willing to take a -prominent part.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_56">56</div> -<p>“I am sure you would prove an excellent symposiarch,” -courteously replied the host, “but we will tonight -follow the usual custom and cast lots for that -service.”</p> -<p>The lot fell to Masistius before whom the servants -placed a large ornate mixing bowl upon a handsome -golden salver. In accordance with his practice of moderation -in all things, Masistius used three parts of -water to two of wine, much to the disgust of Artabazus -and a few others present.</p> -<p>“Masistius,” called Artabazus, “this may be the -last wine we drink here on earth, so beware of mixing -frog’s wine. Make it strong enough for us to forget -in it the threatening dangers of tomorrow. Add some -more of that which our host says comes from Lesbos!”</p> -<p>The symposiarch ignored the latter’s remarks. -His large, well-built frame, as he performed his task, -attracted the attention of all the banqueters.</p> -<p>“If he attains such superb physique with three -parts of water and two of wine, we can do no better -than to follow his example,” said one.</p> -<p>“It is said there is none braver among the men -of the cavalry,” remarked another.</p> -<p>To all this conversation, Zopyrus was a silent -listener. His eyes rested with fond approval upon the -manly form of his friend Masistius. He watched -closely the frank, open countenance and was well -pleased with the jovial, but at the same time, dignified -demeanor. How would it fare with Masistius on the -morrow? Of himself he did not think. He was presently -aware that Artabazus was addressing the banqueters -generally.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_57">57</div> -<p>“You Greeks actually do not seem to miss the presence -of women at your banquets! Now to me, for my -tastes are so refined, the presence of feminine beauty -adds a charm for which no amount of flowers, birds or -music can substitute.”</p> -<p>The Greek Asopodorus now spoke, and his voice -in contrast to the raucous accents of the Persian, fell -pleasingly upon the ears of the feasters. “We Greeks -believe in a unit of love in which love of beauty, of -wealth, sensual love, intellectual love and many others -are but earthly modifications of the true and the good. -Thus a love which satisfies the æsthetic can take as -great delight in the manly strength of a youth’s body -as in the graceful, softer lines of a woman’s form.”</p> -<p>“Ah,” thought Zopyrus, “Many of these Greeks -think and feel as Asopodorus. Their adoration of loveliness -in any form is their outstanding characteristic. -They love the beauty of this earthly paradise in which -they dwell, yet because they love power less, they are -turning over their beautiful land to foreigners. If I -had only been born a Greek!”</p> -<p>He glanced at Thersander. “I am half Greek, and -may the gods smite me if I do not look more Greek than -this fellow near me! If it were not for Masistius whom -I love as a brother, I believe I should not tolerate seeing -this fair land over-run by such as Artabazus and -many another eastern despot.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_58">58</div> -<p>Although the wine was not strong enough to intoxicate -if taken in moderation, the spirits of many of -the guests were rising as the evening wore on, owing -to excessive drinking. At length six girls, whose hair -was entwined with daisies, appeared at the entrance to -the court. Each held a lyre and sang as she moved -lightly on tip-toe between the tables. They were modestly -attired so as not to offend the taste of the most -fastidious, for Attaginus was a conservative man and -much respected in Thebes.</p> -<p>“So much for your love of the æsthetic, Attaginus,” -laughed Mardonius, winking at the Theban. “In -accordance with your theory why did you not have -some handsome youths dance with the lyre?”</p> -<p>“Because,” replied Attaginus, “the male figure -does not appear as well in a dance, but I could have -put on a wrestling match that I think would well have -pleased my guests.”</p> -<p>“The girls will prove far better entertainers,” -said Artabazus, who had overheard the conversation, -“but why are their charms so hidden? They might -better be a group of priestesses than dancers amid the -revelry and loud clamor of a banquet!”</p> -<p>The evening wore on in this fashion, the feasters -trying to out-rival one another in attracting the attention -of the six damsels. When the singing and dancing -were at an end and the maidens had disappeared, the -conversation turned to the more serious matters of the -approaching battle. Mardonius spoke.</p> -<p>“The Athenians will regret their refusal to form -an alliance with us against the Peleponnesians. Remember -Thermopylæ, my friend and do not forget that -Salamis was a naval battle. Athens’ powerful navy -will avail her naught in the approaching conflict.”</p> -<p>“Your great leader speaks most encouragingly, -my friend,” said Thersander addressing Zopyrus, -“wherefore are you so downcast?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_59">59</div> -<p>Zopyrus paused a moment before replying, then -said in a voice low enough to be audible only to his -companion:</p> -<p>“Since you have now partaken with me at the same -table, I desire to leave with you some memorial of my -convictions: the rather in order that you may be yourself -forewarned so as to take the best counsel for your -own safety. Do you see these Persians here feasting, -and did you observe the army which we left yonder encamped -near the river? Yet a little while, and out of -all these you will behold but a few surviving!”</p> -<p>Thersander replied. “Surely you are bound to -reveal this to Mardonius and to his confidential advisers!”</p> -<p>But the Persian rejoined. “My friend, man can not -avert that which God has decreed to come. No one will -believe the revelation, sure though it be. Many of us -Persians know this well, and are here serving only -under the bond of necessity. And truly this is the most -hateful of all human suffering—to be full of knowledge -and at the same time to have no power over any result.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus was himself amazed at his own frank outburst. -Many times had he longed thus to express himself, -and so he had revealed to Thersander what he -dared not to his friend Masistius. The east was -kindling into a glorious day as the banqueters took -leave of their host, Attaginus.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_60">60</div> -<h2 id="c8"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER VIII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Masistius’ Message to Zopyrus.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“But down on his threshold, down!</p> -<p class="t0">Sinks the warrior’s failing breath,</p> -<p class="t0">The tale of that mighty field</p> -<p class="t0">Is left to be told by Death.”</p> -<p class="lr">Letitia Elizabeth Landon.</p> -</div> -<p>Platæa lay on the northern slope of beautiful -Mt. Cithæron at the foot of which wound the picturesque -river Asopus. On this day in midsummer, -four hundred and seventy-nine B. C., three -hundred thousand Persians and fifty thousand Greek -allies were encamped on the north bank of the river -while the confederate Greek army which numbered one -hundred and ten thousand, waited for the Persian attack -on the slopes of Cithæron. Because of unfavorable -advice from soothsayers, both sides hesitated to commence -the assault.</p> -<p>After several days of suspense, Mardonius summoned -his soothsayer to his tent, the same tent occupied -by Xerxes before his return to Asia. The general -sat before a table gazing steadfastly at a parchment -which was spread before him. The soothsayer bowed -and approached Mardonius.</p> -<p>“Did you send for me, my lord?” he asked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_61">61</div> -<p>Mardonius lifted a face that was strangely pale -and haggard. “Aye, Hegesistratus, I would know the -latest signs.”</p> -<p>“It grieves me that the signs are all unfavorable, -especially in the case of an initiative on the Persian -side,” replied the soothsayer.</p> -<p>Mardonius frowned. “Can you not tell us what -it were best to do? If you can not I shall find a man -who can.”</p> -<p>“My lord,” replied Hegesistratus, “I have examined -closely the entrails of every sacrificial animal, -and the signs are the same. Would you know the -truth? I am here to tell you, no matter what that truth -may be.”</p> -<p>Mardonius leaned forward clutching the table until -the knuckles of his hands were white. “Tell me, -Hegesistratus, am I in imminent danger?”</p> -<p>The seer turned his face slowly away and made no -reply.</p> -<p>“Speak, dog, or your head will be forfeit!” cried -the wrathful general.</p> -<p>“Then if you must needs know,” responded the -reluctant prophet, “you are in grave danger.”</p> -<p>“Is there no hope?” asked Mardonius turning -very pale.</p> -<p>“All men pass through certain periods of danger -and such a one is now imminent for you, my lord, but -the time of no man’s death is absolutely fated and mayhap -this crisis will pass!”</p> -<p>“Depart and send Masistius to me at once,” said -the leader in great agitation.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_62">62</div> -<p>A few moment later the tent folds parted, admitting -the gigantic form of the cavalryman. The sight of -the heroic figure seemed to cheer Mardonius, for in -place of his customary tones of peremptory command, -he spoke informally, even affectionately to the brave -Persian.</p> -<p>“Masistius I have decided to delay no longer, for -provisions are low. It is my wish that you lead the Persian -cavalry in an offensive. We number three times -the enemy, therefore why delay longer?”</p> -<p>“All that a true soldier wants to know is that he -understands his orders. Your slightest wish is a command, -Mardonius. I shall go at once.”</p> -<p>“You are a brave man, Masistius. Ask what you -will after this encounter, and it shall be granted you. -I will show Hegesistratus what little faith I put in his -soothsaying!”</p> -<p>A few hours after this Masistius approached -Zopyrus, calling him away from a group of soldiers -with whom he was conversing.</p> -<p>“Zopyrus, I go shortly to charge the enemy and -if the gods will that I do not return, read this and obey -its instructions.” So saying he thrust into his friend’s -hand a bit of parchment. A few seconds fraught with -emotion and Masistius strode off to obey his superior’s -orders.</p> -<p>When the Athenians observed the approach of the -Persian cavalry they descended to the plain below. -Zopyrus stood, a tense figure, behind the barracks. His -bosom swelled with pride as he watched the manly form -of Masistius mounted on a black charger, likewise of -huge proportions.</p> -<p>“Now if I but knew the secret power of the -maiden’s prayer!” thought he.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_63">63</div> -<p>Riding rapidly at the head of the Greek cavalry -was the Athenian Olympiodorus, a white steed bearing -him to the scene of conflict. He was not a man of large -frame, but his attitude of calm self-reliance and his -military bearing gave promise to Masistius that here -was an opponent worthy of the utmost exertion of -belligerent mettle. On came the two principal antagonists, -the distance between them steadily decreasing. -At last they met with a clash of weapons.</p> -<p>The Greek was successful in parrying the stroke -of the Persian. With exceptional agility he dodged -now this way, now that, bringing to naught the superior -strength of his antagonist. At length Olympiodorus -began losing ground. His muscles were tiring under -the continued strain of warding off his opponent’s -thrust. Just when it would seem that Masistius could -make the final stab, another horseman rode up to the -assistance of Olympiodorus. In this unequal conflict -Masistius felt himself a loser. He wondered why his -friends did not come to his aid, but was vaguely conscious -that they were busily engaged in battle. Still -he labored on parrying each thrust till he relaxed in -complete exhaustion and a second later fell as the -sword of Olympidiorus’ helper pierced his vitals. So -perished Masistius, one of the bravest of Mardonius’ -soldiers.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_64">64</div> -<p>From his position behind the bulwarks, Zopyrus -witnessed the death of his dearest friend. He stood -for a moment as one in a stupor. His consciousness -seemed gradually to weaken, flicker and die out, then -a new spirit appeared to take hold of him and slowly -gain predominance. After struggling for months with -indecision which was gradually destroying his willpower, -the right course for him to take became unquestionably -apparent. He realized that since the defeat -at Salamis, Masistius had been the only bond that held -him to the Persian despot whose many acts of atrocity -he had viewed with growing aversion. The influence of -his Greek mother had at last gained undeniable supremacy. -She had taught him while it is manly to love one’s -country, it is God-like to love the world.</p> -<p>It was a new Zopyrus who turned and with resolute -steps sought the seclusion of his tent. With deferential -fingers he touched the note which his departed -friend had given him and perused it with eyes moist -with unshed tears. It ran as follows:</p> -<p>“To Zopyrus greetings—When you read this, my -dear friend, you will know that I am no longer among -the living. My one regret is that I can not carry out -in the body that which I planned. Would it be asking -too much of you, my friend and comrade, to undertake -that which death makes impossible of accomplishment? -Do you remember the eve of the Theban’s banquet -when you confessed to me that you loved a Greek -maiden, whom you returned unharmed to her people? -I did not then tell you that a somewhat similar experience -has been mine. But to make this clear to you, I -must go back to that moment upon the Acropolis in -Athens when Xerxes gave to you the girl whom Artabazus -had seized. If you were not too busy with your -own affairs you will remember that after granting this -maid to you, Xerxes then told Artabazus to take the -other girl. I happened to be standing beside Artabazus -at the time, and never shall I forget the agonized expression -upon the Greek maid’s face as she felt herself -seized by the Persian. I understand and speak Greek -but poorly, yet I knew what she said. Observing that -I did not enter into the course jests of the other soldiers, -she pled with me to save her from Artabazus, a -thing I would willingly have attempted had it been at -all possible.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_65">65</div> -<p>“The memory of her naturally fair face distorted in -the agony of fear, haunted me and I resolved to attempt -a rescue. I knew she was confined in a tent to -the rear of that of Artabazus where a number of -Persian women were kept under guard of a eunuch. I -passed by the tent often that evening under pretext -of official duty beyond. At last I was rewarded by the -sight of a piece of parchment slipped under a fold of the -tent. I placed my foot upon it while I looked about to -be assured no one had witnessed the passing of the -note which read:</p> -<p>“‘I am a prisoner in the harem of Artabazus. Can -you save me? Artabazus has promised not to harm -me till after the encounter between Greeks and Persians. -This promise was wrung from him principally -through the efforts of a jealous Persian woman who -threatened my life. He and she made a compromise, -the result of which was that I should be forced to surrender -myself to him immediately after the next conflict -regardless of which side came through victorious. -If you can rescue me before the close of another battle, -I will owe you a debt of gratitude which I can never -repay—Ladice.’</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_66">66</div> -<p>“As you are aware, Zopyrus, this occurred at -Phalerum, and since then Persians and Greeks have -not met in conflict until now. I have had other occasions -during the ten months of our sojourn in Thessaly -to secretly communicate with Ladice, and in each of -her messages she has assured me of the strict manner -in which his favorite mistress forces Artabazus to abide -by his word. During this time I felt my heart undergoing -a change from pity to love for this Greek girl -who was so dependent upon my mercy, and upon one -occasion I grew bold enough to write in words my -adoration and hopes for the future. Her answer the -next day contained the happy news that my love was -returned, and I planned on a rescue during the next -conflict, stating that I believed our communications had -better cease in order to decrease the possibility of further -danger. She told me that she believed Pædime, -the jealous paramour of Artabazus, had suspected the -exchange of our notes, but realizing it to be to her -advantage to allow Ladice to escape, she had maintained -a discreet silence.</p> -<p>“This then is the situation that I leave and that I -trust my friend Zopyrus to take up where fate has -forced me to leave it. May the good-will of Ahura-Mazdâo -follow you in all your efforts throughout life—Masistius.”</p> -<p>The changed Zopyrus sat a moment buried in deepest -thought. Without he heard the noises which accompany -preparation for battle. He hurried forth into -the open.</p> -<p>“What are Mardonius’ orders?” he asked of the -first soldier he saw.</p> -<p>“Look for yourself,” cried the fellow excitedly, -“and you will know what his orders must be.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_67">67</div> -<p>Zopyrus turned his gaze to the slopes of Cithæron -and saw that the Greeks who had held back reservedly -were now, emboldened by the death of a prominent -opponent, pouring down the verdant hillside. The well-aimed -arrows of the Persians, however, kept them at -bay.</p> -<p>Zopyrus spied several of the Persian leaders in -heated argument. As he approached, the Theban, -Timegenidas, was speaking.</p> -<p>“You know well, Mardonius, that their water supply -from the Asopus river is completely cut off. Where -are they able to get water?”</p> -<p>“I have just been informed,” replied the leader, -“that they are getting water from a fountain called -Gargaphia, yonder,” and he pointed to the east. “Will -you, Zopyrus, investigate this fountain? Take another -man with you this very night and see if it will be possible -to fill the fountain with dirt and stones. If we -can do this we may well be sanguine of success.”</p> -<p>The commander turned to Artabazus. “Does the -plan meet with your approval, Artabazus?” he asked.</p> -<p>“Entirely, Mardonius. I am weary of warfare -and only too glad to try any plan that may bring the -quickest results.”</p> -<p>To Zopyrus only did this remark have any special -significance. He knew that Artabazus was thinking -of the fair captive whom he was to possess as soon as -the battle was over.</p> -<p>“There,” cried Zopyrus, “the Greeks are retreating. -Our arrows have held them in check. At this time -tomorrow there will be a surprise in store!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_68">68</div> -<p>It was true. The Greeks were fleeing from the -open plain to the shady recesses of the mountain, there -to rally for a renewed defense on the morrow.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="gs">* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<p>On the silken covers of a couch in a remote corner -of the tent which was occupied by the women of the -harem of Artabazus, lay the grief-stricken form of the -Greek captive, Ladice. She had been informed of the -death of Masistius, and with that realization had come -also the awful knowledge that soon she would be the -property of the Persian Artabazus, whose lewdness -was the common talk of the camp. Her brows were -delicately arched and her long lashes swept her cheeks -meeting the flush of color brought to her face as a -result of hours of feverish weeping. Her hair, brown -with a gleam of copper, hung over her partially bare -shoulders.</p> -<p>Hovering above her with contemptuous gaze, was -the Persian girl, Phædime, the reigning queen of -Artabazus’ harem until the close of the battle of -Platæa. Her full lips were twisted into a sneer, and -there was a venomous light in the almond-shaped eyes -of jet. Her blue-black hair was parted above a low -white brow and hung in long, thick, glossy braids over -her shoulders.</p> -<p>“So your lover is dead!” she said tauntingly. -“You can not regret that fact more than I, for I had -hoped to see him take you away from Artabazus, but -Artabazus is mine, do you hear? Do you think I can -bear to see you in his arms? I have promised not to -kill you, but I will try to assist you to escape if you -can do so without these others knowing what I have -done.” She indicated the other women in the tent.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_69">69</div> -<p>“It is impossible,” sobbed Ladice. “The eyes of -that hideous eunuch are forever upon me and there are -armed guards without.”</p> -<p>Phædime bent over the prostrate form in a more -menacing attitude.</p> -<p>“I believe you do not want to go,” she said between -closed teeth, “but I will make it so unpleasant -for you here that you will be glad to go even if suicide -offers the only hope for escape. Mark my words well, -for I make no idle threats!” With which words she -left the unhappy Greek prisoner.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_70">70</div> -<h2 id="c9"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER IX.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Rescue of Ladice.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“... Beyond the Theban plain</p> -<p class="t0">Stretches to airy distance, till it seems</p> -<p class="t0">Lifted in air,—green cornfields, olive groves</p> -<p class="t0">Blue as their heaven, and lakes, and winding rivers.”</p> -<p class="lr">James Gates Percival.</p> -</div> -<p>Now in the fitful lurid glow of a hundred campfires, -now in the gloomy shadows of tents or -trees, Zopyrus crept stealthily toward the tent -of Artabazus. It was approaching midnight, and with -the exception of the occupants of Mardonius’ tent, the -Persians slept, many of them for the last time before -their eternal rest. Less than fifteen minutes had -elapsed since Zopyrus had quitted the tent of Mardonius, -leaving the Persian and Theban leaders in a -heated discussion pertaining to the morrow’s battle. -He felt assured that affairs of war would detain Artabazus -for at least a half hour and possibly longer. The -tent of Artabazus, though at no great distance from -that of Mardonius, was difficult of access, and Zopyrus -realized that his work must be accomplished not only -swiftly, but silently as well.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_71">71</div> -<p>A guard walking back and forth before the entrance -to the women’s tent was the only living soul -visible; his measured tread the only sound audible. -Zopyrus stood like an inanimate object beside a low -bush near the tent. He watched the guard for some -time, studying the opportune moment to spring. Now -the fellow’s march brought him so close to the hidden -figure that the latter had but to reach forth his hand—A -muffled cry of bewilderment, a brief struggle, a suppressed -groan of agony, and Zopyrus leaped over the -prostrate form and entered the tent of the women.</p> -<p>The eunuch, a creature of repulsive form and -malignant countenance, stood just within the entrance. -The noise of the struggle, brief and silent though it -was, had reached his ears. With the stealth and agility -of a panther he approached and leaped upon his prey -as the latter entered. With dagger raised aloft he -would have dealt a fatal blow had not Phædime with the -strength of an Amazon, held his arm as it was about -to descend.</p> -<p>“Wait, Amorges,” she cried, “do not harm this -man till we learn his mission!” Turning to Zopyrus -she said, “Speak stranger, what would you in the -harem of Artabazus?”</p> -<p>Zopyrus glanced quickly about him at the silken -hangings richly broidered; at the heavy woven tapestries -which adorned the sides of the tent; at panels -composed of the variegated plumage of birds, and -gloriously flashing jewels; the beautifully gowned -women who surveyed him with unabashed curiosity, -their shining black eyes flashing their appreciation of -the unusual over the tops of fans of ostrich feathers. -He turned again to Phædime.</p> -<p>“I seek one Ladice by name, a Greek girl brought -here against her will.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_72">72</div> -<p>“Just a moment, I will bring her.” To the eunuch -she whispered aside, “I will fetch a gag. Do not touch -him yet.”</p> -<p>She returned shortly with Ladice whose appearance -of unutterable wretchedness wrung Zopyrus’ -heart.</p> -<p>“This officer says he has come to take you away, -Ladice,” said Phædime giving a sidelong glance at the -girl to observe her reception of the news.</p> -<p>The Greek maiden took a step forward, gazing -earnestly into Zopyrus’ face. “It is not he, no it is -not he! But tell me he is not dead!”</p> -<p>Zopyrus spoke gently, “I must confirm the ill -news, fair maiden. Masistius died heroically on the -field of battle and I am to succeed him in an attempt to -rescue you.”</p> -<p>Amorges and Phædime exchanged glances, the -former intimating by a nod that it was time to produce -the gag, but Phædime still hesitated, for the girl, -Ladice, flung herself with a sob at Zopyrus’ feet.</p> -<p>“It can’t be true,” she cried, “I loved him and he -promised to return, oh tell me it isn’t true!”</p> -<p>Zopyrus gazed with compassion into the tear-stained -face as he replied: “It is indeed true, but tell -me, do you really wish to escape from the clutches of -Artabazus?”</p> -<p>The girl glanced furtively about her in horror as -if she expected to see the odious form conjured before -her at the mention of his name.</p> -<p>“Yes, I will do anything to escape from him and -if——” but her words were cut short by a muffled -cry of terror.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_73">73</div> -<p>Phædime had seized the eunuch and forced the gag -into his mouth. “Come, help me bind him!” she -called loudly to Zopyrus.</p> -<p>It was the work of a few moments, and when they -were finished, poor Amorges lay in one corner of the -tent, prone and helpless.</p> -<p>“You may depend upon me to help you in this -project,” Phædime said to Zopyrus. “It is necessary -to lay bare to you the secrets of a woman’s heart. I -love Artabazus, and in his affections I have held first -place till this Greek girl,” (here she cast a scornful -glance at Ladice), “was brought here, and after this -battle was fought she would have been his. You see -it is to my interest to get her away and to that end I -will lend you my assistance. Perhaps we had better -kill the eunuch to be assured of our safety. What say -you?”</p> -<p>Amorges’ eyes fairly started out of their sockets -as the two approached. Seeing that the threat had -proved effectual, Phædime spurned the defenceless -body with her foot and asked: “Will you intimate to -Artabazus upon his return that violence was done you -by the soldier who rescued Ladice, and that I tried -to help you?”</p> -<p>The wretched fellow indicated affirmation as well -as his bonds permitted and Phædime turned to Zopyrus -and Ladice.</p> -<p>“Now go and may success crown your efforts.”</p> -<p>“Before we go,” said Zopyrus to Ladice, “you -must don this garb to facilitate our escape.”</p> -<p>He held out to her a bundle of dark clothing. The -girl withdrew to an adjoining chamber and soon appeared -in the uniform of a Persian foot-soldier.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_74">74</div> -<p>“Your disguise is excellent,” exclaimed Zopyrus -delightedly, “now let us hasten,” and with a brief expression -of gratitude to Phædime for her share in the -escape, he and Ladice took a hasty departure.</p> -<p>Only the glowing embers of camp-fires remained. -The flickering deceptive shadows that had annoyed -Zopyrus in his approach to the harem-tent had disappeared, -and in their stead the encampment lay -around the fugitives in the tranquil light of a full moon, -the white tents gleaming like snow-covered hillocks. -Already the Persian felt that this omen presaged success. -They threaded the narrow alleys which separated -the tents in silence so as not to betray their presence, -and arrived without mishap at an intersection -of alleys, about thirty yards from the tent of Mardonius.</p> -<p>“Let us turn to the left here,” whispered Zopyrus, -“and thus avoid passing Mardonius’ tent.”</p> -<p>Scarcely had the words escaped his lips when the -sound of footsteps and low talking broke the silence.</p> -<p>“What is your hurry? Why will you not abide -the night with Mardonius till we decide whether or not -it is advisable to attempt to cut off the Greek reinforcements?” -questioned the voice of Asopodorus.</p> -<p>Then to the horror of the fugitives, the voice of -Artabazus made answer.</p> -<p>“Tomorrow will be time enough for that. I am -weary of consultations of war, and who knows if I be -living tomorrow at this time! I have a fair Greek captive -who will this night help me to forget the dangers -of the morrow, and to her I now go despite my promises -to await the close of battle.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_75">75</div> -<p>It was now too late to turn without arousing the -suspicion of the approaching Artabazus. Zopyrus -could feel the trembling hand of the girl upon his arm.</p> -<p>“Have courage,” he whispered, “and say not a -word.”</p> -<p>Artabazus’ features expressed surprise at meeting -anyone at this time of the night.</p> -<p>“Well if it isn’t Zopyrus! Have you turned somnambulist?” -he asked jocosely, but with a hint of mistrust -in his voice.</p> -<p>“You forget, Artabazus, the task I am this night -to perform at the fountain of Gargaphia. By the time -I reach its vicinity the moon will be low.”</p> -<p>“To be sure I remember now, but whom have you -with you?” questioned the officer curiously.</p> -<p>“Mardonius bade me take a man with me, and this -youth wished to go,” replied Zopyrus with an air of indifference.</p> -<p>Artabazus looked disapprovingly at the slight -figure of the foot-soldier.</p> -<p>“He doesn’t look very capable,” he remarked.</p> -<p>“Nevertheless he is courageous, and though young, -I decided to try him out.”</p> -<p>“What is your name?” asked Artabazus of the -silent figure.</p> -<p>The question took Zopyrus completely by surprise, -but with joy he observed that Ladice maintained discreet -silence.</p> -<p>“His name is Ladisius,” answered Zopyrus, “and -now if you will permit, we must be on our way, for a -great deal depends upon this mission.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_76">76</div> -<p>As soon as Artabazus was out of hearing, Zopyrus -said to his companion. “That was indeed a narrow -escape and now we must hasten with all possible speed, -for Artabazus will begin pursuit as soon as he learns -of your escape.”</p> -<p>“Halt! Give the password,” demanded the sentry -at the edge of the encampment.</p> -<p>Zopyrus easily made known his identity to the sentinel -who was apprised of his mission to Gargaphia. -Once beyond the confines of the camp the two breathed -more freely. The soft breeze which fanned their -cheeks was laden with the vernal odors of field and -forest. The meadows through which they sped, were -dotted with field lilies and asphodel, myriads of them, -their white blossoms gleaming from the grass like the -stars from the heavens till it seemed to the fugitives -that in their flight earth and sky had changed places and -that they trod the milky-way.</p> -<p>“How far is it to the fountain of Gargaphia?” -asked Ladice after they had gone for some time in -silence.</p> -<p>Zopyrus paused a moment, scanning his companion’s -face to ascertain whether or not she had put her -question seriously. Assured that she was in earnest, -he continued his pace, talking the while.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_77">77</div> -<p>“You are not with a Persian soldier as you suppose, -my little friend. Zopyrus, the Persian, ceased to -exist when he witnessed the death of his comrade, -Masistius. My father was a Persian, satrap of Sardis, -my mother a Greek whose parents were Athenians. -My environment forced me to don uniform and follow -the Persian king, but the natural heritage from my -mother, and her early tutelage, caused my soul to cry -out continually against the actions of my body. For -months I was a prey of weakness and indecision. My -every act was accomplished after agonizing periods of -vacillation. My will-power was being destroyed and -though cognizant of the fact, I seemed powerless to -retrieve the volition I once possessed. With the death -of Masistius all bonds of honor with the Persians -seemed severed, and I pledged myself to save Athens -if it were not already too late. If I seem a traitor in -your eyes, judge me not too harshly. Gold is not my -motive, for I shall be poorer for this choice I have -made; safety is no object, for I intend to make atonement -by wielding the sword in the Greek cause. Have -I convinced you, fair maid, that my incentives are pure, -and that I do well to allow this determination to supercede -my former hesitancy?”</p> -<p>He was satisfied with her ready nod of assent. At -last they reached the entrance to Oak Heads pass, by -which means they would be enabled to cross Mt. -Cithæron. Their progress was greatly impeded by the -dense tangle of underbrush. The branches of trees -met overhead, forming a canopy of foliage so thick that -the moon’s beams could not penetrate. For hours the -crackling of twigs underfoot, and an occasional hoot -from some night-owl were the only sounds that disturbed -the tranquility of the night.</p> -<p>Suddenly Ladice stopped and asked abruptly: -“Did you hear that?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” replied her companion, “I heard a slight -sound, but I think it is a prowling beast on some nocturnal -journey. Stay close and keep your hand upon -your dagger for you may have to use it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_78">78</div> -<p>Scarcely had he ceased to speak before a command -in Greek was given to halt and give the password. -Before Ladice could realize what had happened, she -heard the sounds of struggle. Her eyes, accustomed to -the darkness, could faintly discern the gleam of -weapons, but she dared not strike for she could not distinguish -between the antagonists. She soon realized -that they were not fighting near her, and a sudden fear -seized her; they might miss their footing and slip over -the edge of the declivity! She decided to raise her -voice in warning, when the unmistakable sound of -breaking twigs and loosened stones rolling down the -precipice, convinced her that her worst fears were an -actuality. Stunned with horror she stood for some -time unable to decide what to do. At last dreading that -Artabazus might by now be well on his way in pursuit -of her, she pressed on in an agony of fear. The foliage -was now a little thinner and she could see the first faint -glow of dawn in the sky. Her physical progress was -more rapid, but mentally she was stupified by the horror -of her rescuer’s fate, and she did not hear the -sounds of approaching footsteps till they were immediately -behind her.</p> -<p>Her first expression was one of relief that her pursuer -was not Artabazus, but she observed with chagrin -that he wore a Greek uniform. Raising her eyes half -fearfully to his face she uttered an exclamation of joy. -It was Zopyrus!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_79">79</div> -<p>“I am glad I did not have to kill the fellow to get -this uniform, for I am a Greek. His neck was broken -in the fall and as for me—” he pointed to his right -arm which hung useless by his side, “I’m afraid I shall -not be of much service to Greece!”</p> -<p>Ladice opened her knapsack and tore from her -dress a strip with which she dexterously bandaged the -broken member. This done, she discarded the Persian -uniform for the torn dress and together they descended -the southern slope of Mt. Cithæron as the roseate hues -of morning gradually melted away into bright daylight.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_80">80</div> -<h2 id="c10"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER X.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">A Venture At the Eve of Battle.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“There nature moulds as nobly now,</p> -<p class="t0">As e’er of old, the human brow;</p> -<p class="t0">And copies still the martial form</p> -<p class="t0">That braved Platæa’s battle storm.”</p> -<p class="lr">William Cullen Bryant.</p> -</div> -<p>Artabazus’ steps were directed to the tent of -the women. With heavy tread he strode in the -panoply of war. At the corner of the tent his -foot came in rough contact with a soft object and to his -amazement he discovered it to be the body of his -guard. A hasty examination assured him that the body -was lifeless. Filled with forebodings, he hastily parted -the flaps and gazed within the tent. His eyes first fell -upon the prostrate form of his eunuch, then with a -swift glance he surveyed the women, and he knew what -had taken place during his absence.</p> -<p>White with fury he cried, “Where is the Greek -girl?”</p> -<p>His appearance in his wrathful state was so forbidding -that not one of the women ventured to make -reply. Upon receiving no response, Artabazus turned -to Phædime, whereupon his favorite, with an assumption -of her usual self assurance, made bold to answer.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_81">81</div> -<p>“A Persian officer killed the guard, bound -Amorges here, and bore Ladice away with him. Is it -not so?” Phædime turned to her fair companions to -confirm her words, confident in her position as favorite.</p> -<p>All readily affirmed the escape as stated by -Phædime with the exception of a small oval-faced -beauty with shining black hair and ruddy lips, that -would not refuse to smile at her master even in his -state of demoniac anger.</p> -<p>“What say you, Parysatis?” questioned the officer, -noting her refusal to corroborate Phædime’s words.</p> -<p>“If my master would know the truth,” smiled -Parysatis, “Phædime herself allowed the Greek girl to -be taken away.”</p> -<p>An ominous silence of horror pervaded the tent -for a moment while all eyes were turned to Artabazus, -who in livid rage seized the hapless Phædime.</p> -<p>“You are hurting me,” she cried in abject terror. “Can -you not know that what I did was because of love -for you? Oh, my Artabazus, if you but commanded it, -I would crawl from here to the Hellespont, where I -long to cross with you back to the land where we meet -no Greeks either in warfare or in love.”</p> -<p>The Persian commander laughed wildly, a laugh -that froze the blood in the veins of his hearers. “You -will never cross the Hellespont nor even leave this tent -alive!”</p> -<p>There was a flash of gleaming steel, a hissing -sound, and the headless trunk of the Persian beauty -sank before its murderer.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="gs">* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<p>During the time that Zopyrus and Ladice made -good their escape from the Persian encampment and -were beginning to pursue their precarious way across -Mt. Cithæron, the Greek encampment lay in the stillness -of sleep. Above the tents rose the gentle, picturesque -slope of the mountain, where beyond the space which -had been cleared, the forest stretched in black silence.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_82">82</div> -<p>In one of the tents well toward the forest edge of -the encampment, three young men sat around a small -table upon which a candle sent forth its flickering light. -Presently one of them arose with an impatient gesture -and strode back and forth with restless energy.</p> -<p>“What ails you, Cimon?” questioned one of the -two who were seated. He was a thin wiry fellow, whose -face showed the tan of continued exposure to the -elements. His nose was aquiline, his lips thin and -his eye penetrating, but withal, kindly.</p> -<p>“Nothing new, Icetes, but before tomorrow’s battle -I should like to know if Ladice is confined in the -harem of one of the Persian leaders as I have heard.”</p> -<p>“Wait till the battle is over, and if Zeus grants -us the victory, demand the return of the girl. The -harems of the Persians will be ours then, and to such -a brave soldier as you have proved yourself to be, -Pausanias will gladly give first choice of the spoils,” -said Icetes, rising from his chair and placing a friendly -hand upon the other’s shoulder.</p> -<p>Cimon smiled wanly. “Perhaps you are right, my -friend,” he acquiesced “but you can not know how I -suffer! Has Eros never found you vulnerable here?” -Cimon placed both hands upon his heart and smiled -with a questioning glance at Icetes.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_83">83</div> -<p>“If Eros has ever found him so, it was not for -the love of a maiden who possesses a heart of stone as -does this Ladice whom you adore,” remarked the third -youth who up till the present moment had remained a -silent observing listener.</p> -<p>“Be still, Ephialtes,” said Icetes gruffly. “Cimon -suffers enough without your reproaches.”</p> -<p>“Let him suffer,” said the youth indifferently. -“If he wants her badly enough let him go to the Persian -encampment and get her! He does not know nor -do you, Icetes, what the result of tomorrow’s struggle -will be. What if the enemy comes out victorious and -the Persian leader carries the fair Ladice across the -Hellespont? No doubt she has already yielded to his -kisses and is beginning to enjoy the luxurious ease of -an oriental harem. Women are—”</p> -<p>With an oath Cimon rushed at Ephialtes, but -Icetes interposed himself.</p> -<p>“My friends,” he pled in a hoarse whisper, “your -altercation will be heard by Pausanias himself. Let us -sit down quietly again and maybe we can arrive at a -definite conclusion.”</p> -<p>Icetes and Ephialtes seated themselves, but Cimon -began to put on his armor piece by piece till he stood -before them fully armed. They watched him wonderingly -but ventured no inquiry. Then he strode toward -the entrance and turning to face them, said, “I am -going to find Ladice and bring her back.”</p> -<p>Ephialtes smiled in a contemptuous manner, but -Icetes was on his feet in an instant.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_84">84</div> -<p>“By Zeus,” he cried, “you shall not attempt such -a rash undertaking. You, the son of the brave -Miltiades, are needed for the morrow’s battle. Your -counsel and advice are indispensable. Next to Pausanias -we need you, just <i>you</i>, to show these barbarians -that they can no longer abide within our borders. -Think of it, my brave Cimon, Mardonius killed and -the other leaders routed at Platæa! Make it the last -battle of the last war with them! Don’t leave us at -this critical period to satisfy a personal longing. Your -father did that, Cimon, but not till he had fought -Marathon!”</p> -<p>The words of Icetes had an enervating effect upon -Cimon. He drooped perceptibly and then slowly he -began to disarm. When the last piece of armor had -been cast aside, he dropped into his chair again, and -folding his arms upon the table, buried his face in them. -His broad shoulders heaved, and in the silence that -followed, an occasional groan was heard. Even -Ephialtes’ supercilious air left him in the presence of -this real grief of a fellow-man.</p> -<p>Cimon’s agony was too much for the kind-hearted -Icetes. Rising and bending above the bowed form of -the son of Miltiades, Icetes said in earnest tones. “Let -me go this night and search for Ladice. I am acquainted -with her father, Mamercus, who as you know -perished at Salamis, probably unknown to his daughter -who will now be alone if she returns to Athens.”</p> -<p>Cimon made a sign of remonstrance before he was -able to speak. “No, my friend,” he said, when he had -found voice, “I can not think of endangering the life -of another in the performance of a task which concerns -me so personally. I will give up what you consider -a foolish enterprise, but I fear I have lost the zest for -the morrow’s battle.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_85">85</div> -<p>“I will go for you Cimon,” Icetes cried eagerly, as -he went for his armor, “My part in tomorrow’s conflict -will be indirect, but it will be a vital part nevertheless. -If by putting heart in you through this service, -I thus enable you to fight bravely tomorrow, I shall -indeed feel that I have helped to expel the Persians -from Greece.”</p> -<p>Cimon saw that opposition was useless. His eyes -met for an instant the ironical gaze of Ephialtes.</p> -<p>“I imagine that rendering a real service to a -fellow-man is quite foreign to your nature, Ephialtes,” -Cimon could not resist saying.</p> -<p>“On the contrary,” replied the young Greek unruffled, -“I recently rendered a very great service to a -very illustrious person.”</p> -<p>“And no doubt you were handsomely paid for -your efforts, the agreement having been made before -hand,” answered Cimon as he rose to bid farewell to -Icetes who stood ready to take his leave.</p> -<p>The sight of the brave fellow clad in the panoply -of war, about to risk his life for a friend, moved Cimon -deeply. Words seemed inadequate to convey the gratitude -he felt. The two parted after a warm embrace.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_86">86</div> -<h2 id="c11"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XI.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">A Hero of Platæa.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Here where the Persian clarion rung,</p> -<p class="t0">And where the Spartan sword flashed high,</p> -<p class="t0">And where the Pæan strains were sung,</p> -<p class="t0">From year to year swelled on by liberty!”</p> -<p class="lr">Felicia Hemans.</p> -</div> -<p>The market-place of Platæa was the scene of rejoicing -over the victory of the Spartans. -Pausanias, the Spartan leader, nephew of the -brave Leonidas, conducted solemn sacrificial services.</p> -<p>Their victory had seemed almost a miracle, for the -Athenians and Spartans had begun a retreat to an -island formed by two forks of the river Oeroe. The -Persians, when they saw that the Greeks were retreating, -pursued them. The Athenians were ahead, and -the Spartans being behind were overtaken by the disorderly -Persian horde. The Athenians learning of the -encounter, decided to return to the assistance of their -allies, but were attacked by the Thebans before they -could act upon their decision. From behind the breastwork -of shields the Persians shot their arrows bravely, -and for awhile the outcome was doubtful but Pausanias -and his brave Spartans succeeded in killing Mardonius. -With their leader dead, the Persians lost their fervor -and fled in disorder.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_87">87</div> -<p>In the meanwhile the encounter between the -Athenians and Thebans became more serious. When -the battle had reached its crisis, both the Athenians -and the Thebans observed a tall figure in the garb of -a Greek soldier fighting amid the Thebans like a fiend, -and what amazed the Greeks most was that he fought -with his left arm only, the other being supported by a -bandage which hung from his shoulder. He seemed to -bear a charmed life. Before his sword the Thebans -fell, and the Athenians pressing around him were able -to work havoc in his wake.</p> -<p>Suddenly a Theban sprang in front of the one-armed -fighting warrior and cried as he crossed swords -with him, “I swear you are the Persian with whom I -dined and exchanged confidences at the feast of -Attaginus. You shall pay for your treason with your -life.”</p> -<p>The other smiled grimly but said not a word as -he entered into the encounter, and before long this -antagonist like the others, lay with the point of the -Athenian’s sword at his throat.</p> -<p>“Now Thersander,” cried the victorious one, “do -you surrender to Zopyrus the Athenian, or do you meet -death at his sword?”</p> -<p>The Theban surrendered as had many another of -his countrymen on that day, and history tells us that -among the captives was Attaginus, the only one of the -number who succeeded later in making his escape. The -wicked Artabazus instead of coming to the aid of the -Persians after Mardonius fell, fled with his troops -through Phocis to Thessaly, Macedonia and the Hellespont, -and the fair Parysatis accompanied him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_88">88</div> -<p>So it was no wonder that Platæa was the scene of -much rejoicing upon this occasion. Pausanias, though -enthusiastically lauded by both Spartans and Athenians, -did not accept the great honor bestowed upon -him alone. He said that if he were the hero of the -Spartans over the Persians, so likewise was the -stranger who fought with but one arm, the hero of the -Athenians over the Thebans. When asked who he was, -Zopyrus merely stated that he was a loyal Athenian -who had been away from Athens for a number of years, -which statement he could make without distorting the -truth.</p> -<p>Pausanias stood surrounded by the booty acquired -in the victory over Mardonius. The vast cables of -papyrus which had composed the bridge of Xerxes -when he first crossed the Hellespont, were here displayed; -likewise the silver-footed throne and the cimeter -of Mardonius and the sword and breastplate of -Masistius.</p> -<p>Many beautiful women who had been in the harems -of the Persian leaders were either sold or given to -those who had displayed exceptional bravery. Of these -Zopyrus was offered first choice, but to Pausanias’ surprise -he politely declined. Stepping over to the pile -where were stacked the swords, breastplates, shields, -helmets and smaller articles of pillage, Zopyrus drew -forth the sword of Masistius and made the statement -that this would be a most acceptable portion of the -spoils to him. The Greeks wondered at his choice, -but no one made so bold as to question him concerning -it.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_89">89</div> -<p>As Zopyrus was about to leave the market-place -someone placed a detaining hand upon his shoulder. -Turning, the former looked into the face of a young -man of about his own height and physique but a few -years his senior, who smilingly offered his hand.</p> -<p>“I wish to commend you for your bravery in the -recent battle and to welcome you back to Athens, as -I understand you have not been there for some years -past. I am Cimon, and this,” he indicated a slender -man by his side, “is Polygnotus, an artist of no mean -reputation. We are both residing in Athens and shall -be glad to have you meet others of our friends in the -city.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus was greatly pleased. From the handsome -countenance of Cimon he turned to look at the artist, -Polygnotus. Although in Greek military dress, -Polygnotus did not appear a soldier. His features -were thin, almost delicate, his nose aquiline and his -mouth super-sensitive. His hair of light brown, very -smooth and straight, was dressed on the prevailing -style with the braids crossed at the back of the head -and fastened in front. His eyes were searching and -possessed a mild lustre indicative of a fine degree of -intellectuality and a broad sympathetic understanding -of his fellow men. Zopyrus recognized in him at once -a kindred mind.</p> -<p>“As you no doubt know,” said the artist, “our -homes are in ashes but we are returning to rebuild -them, determined to lose no time in mourning our -losses, but rejoicing that the enemy is forever expelled.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_90">90</div> -<p>Cimon had turned away and with another soldier -sought the platform where beautiful women, many of -them Greeks, stood exposed to the rude gaze of the -soldiery. Zopyrus’ eyes followed the retreating form -of Cimon and a question arose to his lips which was -anticipated by the quiet Polygnotus who said: “You -wonder at Cimon’s interest in the women and I can -assure you his motives are pure. He is searching for -the girl he loves who was taken captive by one of the -Persian leaders and confined in his harem.”</p> -<p>“What was her name?” asked Zopyrus tensely.</p> -<p>“Ladice,” was the anticipated, but at the same -time astounding reply.</p> -<p>“The maiden has been rescued from the harem of -Artabazus,” said Zopyrus quietly.</p> -<p>“Are you absolutely certain?” cried the artist -incredulously.</p> -<p>At the other’s nod he cried, “Come with me, I -must inform Cimon of this.”</p> -<p>Cimon saw the two approaching and hastened forward -to join them with the words: “Ladice is not -among the captive women, so it is reasonable to believe -that Icetes effected a rescue.”</p> -<p>“The stranger can confirm our hopes,” said -Polygnotus. “He has told me that Ladice was rescued -from the harem of a certain Artabazus.”</p> -<p>Cimon turned to Zopyrus, his face white with the -effort to conceal the agony of suspense.</p> -<p>“Is she now on her way to Athens with her rescuer?” -he asked tensely.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_91">91</div> -<p>“I do not quite understand you,” replied Zopyrus. -“I, myself rescued an Athenian maiden by the name of -Ladice from the tent of Artabazus. I conducted her in -safety across Oak Heads Pass. She then suggested -that I go to the Greek encampment on Mt. Cithæron, -insisting she could make her way alone to friends in -safety since she was away from the Persians.”</p> -<p>“Zeus is merciful!” exclaimed the overwrought -Cimon, “but tell me saw you aught of a soldier while -you were crossing Oak Heads Pass? You must have -met him a little this side of the summit. It was he -whom I thought had delivered Ladice from the hands -of the Persian.”</p> -<p>The face of Zopyrus grew deathly pale at Cimon’s -words.</p> -<p>“Alas!” he cried, “I did meet a soldier on Oak -Heads Pass who took me for an enemy without a -chance for explanation. We fought together, and in -the dark we missed our footing and rolled down a -steep embankment. I sustained this broken arm,” he -pointed to the sling which supported the broken member, -“but my unknown antagonist was killed.”</p> -<p>“Oh my poor Icetes!” cried Cimon greatly distraught. -“To think that you met your fate thus, and -for me!”</p> -<p>Polygnotus touched his friend’s arm gently; -“Icetes would probably have lost his life in the battle, -for he was very daring. His was a noble though useless -sacrifice, but let us rejoice that Ladice has been -saved. You owe much to our new friend.”</p> -<p>“I am truly grateful, Zopyrus,” said Cimon -grasping the hand of the other, “but how did you come -to rescue the girl whom I love?”</p> -<p>There was a note of distrust in his voice though -he strove to conceal it.</p> -<p>“That is a long story that I will tell you at some -other time,” replied Zopyrus.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_92">92</div> -<p>As the three walked away from the public square, -Cimon placed an arm across the shoulder of Zopyrus, -for he was involuntarily drawn toward this attractive -stranger, in spite of his former suspicions. But Zopyrus -was pained by his own duplicity as he thought of -how recently he had been in Persian uniform. When -he would tell his new friend “the long story, some other -time,” his conscience would be clear, but for the present -it hurt him to realize that Cimon’s arm had been -laid in brotherly affection upon that same uniform, -when not he, but the dead Icetes, had worn it.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_93">93</div> -<h2 id="c12"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Prophet At Delphi.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“There is but one such spot; from heaven Apollo</p> -<p class="t0">Beheld; and chose it for his earthly shrine!”</p> -<p class="lr">Aubrey de Vere.</p> -</div> -<p>Instead of returning immediately to Athens, following -the expulsion of the Persians, Zopyrus and -his new-found friend, Cimon, turned their faces -northward. Tempted by the beauty of the starry nights -and the absence of wayfarers, the two usually journeyed -after the golden orb of the sun had disappeared -beyond the watery horizon of the Corinthian Gulf. -Along this road that skirted the gulf, the hordes of -Xerxes had marched.</p> -<p>The contrast between his journey southward and -northward filled Zopyrus’ heart with stirring emotions, -and in the dewy silence of the nights that followed their -departure from Platæa, Zopyrus revealed to Cimon -his peculiar identity and laid bare to this sympathetic -friend the emotions that had at first stirred and finally -swayed his soul from the time that he had left his -native Sardis up to the present moment.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_94">94</div> -<p>Cimon was a sympathetic and wondering listener. -This young man’s experiences were so antipodal to his -own that they interested him exceedingly. A week -passed in this pleasant exchange of ideas and -confidences until toward sundown of the eighth day, the -purple crown of Mt. Helicon loomed in the distance -and the two knew that in another day their journey -would be completed.</p> -<p>“I do not believe that Melpomene sits alone on -Mt. Parnassus now,” remarked Zopyrus meditatively, -more to himself than to his companion, as the two -caught their first glimpse of the lofty dwelling place of -the Muses.</p> -<p>“What did you say?” asked Cimon, puzzled.</p> -<p>“Oh,” replied the other with a short laugh to -cover his confusion, “I was just giving expression to -an extremely fanciful idea that occurred to me when -I passed through this gorge on my way to Athens. I -imagined that surely in the face of an invading foe, -no Muse but the sorrowful Melpomene could occupy -yonder height.”</p> -<p>“You were surely mistaken, friend Zopyrus,” said -the other with a seriousness that proved how highly -he esteemed this young man’s opinions. “Would not -Clio, for instance, have been there to record events that -will go down in history, and surely you can not imagine -that Callio was in hiding when Aeschylus wrote his inspired -verse so soon after the victory of Salamis! -Aye, and Thalia too, had a vision of the future and -knew that ere a year had passed, two friends, one who -had helped in his infinitesimal way to swell the ranks -of Xerxes, and one who, insignificant as compared with -the many heroes of Hellas, would pass together in -the bond of a lasting friendship beneath her very -abode! I do not believe that any of the Muses or any -of the gods ever desert mortals, but we finite beings -are incapable of comprehending their plan for us in -the process of its unfolding.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_95">95</div> -<p>Zopyrus thought of the monotheistic belief of the -Hellenic maiden whose act of supplication he had witnessed -on the promontory overlooking the Bay of -Salamis, but he said nothing, for he had an inner feeling -that the stalwart, aristocratic Greek who walked -beside him was as yet unready for a belief in but one -ruling Divinity. That he loved the deities of Greece -was evident from the rapt gaze which he now turned to -the lofty summit of Mt. Parnassus. Was he aware -that there were Greeks of the purest blood who were -turning from the ancient gods and exalting Zeus apparently -out of all due proportion? Strange emotions -filled Zopyrus’ heart, for he too marveled at the -thought that belief in the gods might no longer sway -the destinies of the Greeks.</p> -<p>The two young men perceived that the road turned -away from the water-side and zig-zagged across a picturesque -ridge. It was now broad daylight and they -met occasional pedestrians who were returning from -consultations with the oracle of Apollo. What sorrows -and ambitions, what joys or what despair were -locked in the heart of each one? Very likely these -travelers had sought the oracle upon personal matters -since their national crisis had so recently passed to -their great advantage. Here an old man with slow and -feeble steps probably wished to know the time yet -allotted to him upon earth; there a mother with anxious -care-worn countenance whose boy had not yet returned -from Platæa, and beside her a young wife whose husband -might have perished on the field of battle.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_96">96</div> -<p>Cimon and Zopyrus did not stop to converse with -any of the wayfarers for they desired to return to -Athens as quickly as possible after their interview -with the Pythoness. Presently they found themselves -in a rugged and romantic glen, closed on the north by -the wall-like cliffs of Mt. Parnassus, on the east by a -ridge similar to the one they had just crossed, and on -the south by the irregular heights of Mt. Kirphis, and -in this glen stood a simple Ionic temple surrounded -by many smaller buildings; the treasuries of various -cities and islands of Greece. Their outlines were -softened by vines and shrubbery in abundance. The -tall trees and towering crags of the mount of the Muses -allowed the entrance of only such sunlight as filtered -through the less leafy trees. The air was cool and -laden with the dank odor of growing things.</p> -<p>The two suppliants at the shrine of Apollo, after -passing by the treasury of Thebes, approached that -of Athens which was a beautiful little Doric temple of -Parian marble, containing and partly built from the -spoils of the battle of Marathon. Cimon paused to read -an inscription engraved on a low parapet that supported -armor captured from the Persians in that great -battle. His heart swelled with pride at the consciousness -that it was his father who had so successfully -routed the Persians on the plain of Marathon. He ventured -a glance at Zopyrus and was convinced that a -loyal Greek stood by his side.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_97">97</div> -<p>The long low edifice just beyond the Treasury of -the Athenians was the Bouleuterion above which rose -a rough mass of rock, the Rock of the Sibyl. A priest -of Apollo at the entrance of the Bouleuterion gave -each of the young men a wax tablet and stylus with -which it was intended that he write the question that -he wished answered by the Sibyl whose duty it was to -make known the will of the god whose organ of inspiration -she was. The question that appeared on the tablet -of each was the same; “Shall I win the maiden I -love?” The priest took the tablets and withdrew to -the rock where the priestess, a virgin clad in white, -having chewed the leaves of the sacred laurel and -drunk from the prophetic underground stream, Kassotis, -sat upon a tripod above a fissure in the rock from -which a mystic vapor arose by which she soon became -inspired. Her mutterings and ravings were interpreted -by the priest who wrote them below the questions -in verse.</p> -<p>As was customary the men did not remain near -during the trance of the medium, but sought the Castalian -Fountain which was east of the sacred precinct -at the head of a wild and picturesque gorge. The fountain -was in front of a smooth face of rock, the water -issuing from a rock at the right and being carried -through a channel to an opening at the extreme left.</p> -<p>Cimon and Zopyrus seated themselves beneath a -plane tree and surveyed with delight their romantic -surroundings. It was no wonder Apollo had here -chosen a location for one of his shrines! The very -breeze which brushed against their cheeks was like the -breath of unseen spirits. The leaves of the plane trees -whispered unintelligible secrets and the mountain -stream murmured of mysteries as it moved majestically -onward.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_98">98</div> -<p>Suddenly the two became aware of a figure seated -near the edge of the fountain nearly within touch of -its cooling spray. It proved upon closer observation -to be that of an old man with wrinkled countenance and -long flowing beard. From under his shaggy brows he -had surveyed the new-comers with searching eyes. His -hands were folded across the head of a knotty walking-stick. -Cimon, the true Greek, to whom goodness and -purity were synonymous with outward beauty, turned -away from the unlovely figure of the old man with an -exclamation of annoyance, signifying that he disliked -having the loveliness of the scene marred by the presence -of the elderly stranger. But Zopyrus was differently -affected by the sight of the aged one. Something -vaguely familiar in the type of features held his -gaze.</p> -<p>The old man continued to survey the two new-comers -with a penetrating gaze till Cimon stood up -abruptly and said to Zopyrus: “Our answers must be -ready. Let us return to the rock of the Sibyl.”</p> -<p>He walked away from the fountain keeping his -face averted, for he would not deign to glance again -toward the aged stranger. But Zopyrus’ heart was -filled with pity toward this old man whose eyes like -living coals burned forth their last lustre from the -ashy gray of his withered face.</p> -<p>“You are a stranger in Greece?” Zopyrus asked -kindly.</p> -<p>The old man gave an affirmative nod and said, his -tones seeming to issue from the recesses of a cavern, -“You too, my young friend, are a stranger to Greece, -but not so your companion,” with a nod toward Cimon, -who now hesitated to leave the fountain side and -lingered uncertainly to hear the discourse.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_99">99</div> -<p>“You are right, father,” replied Zopyrus, bestowing -upon him a look of mingled wonder and approbation, -“I came over with King Xerxes, but am not intending -to return to Persia. My companion here knows -that though once half a Greek, I am now entirely won -over to the cause of Hellas.”</p> -<p>“It is easy to turn over to the victorious side! -Tell me did you fight for Greece before taking this -step?”</p> -<p>“That he did,” cried Cimon who could no longer -maintain his attitude of aloofness. “Next to Pausanias -himself, there was no braver in the ranks of the -Greeks!”</p> -<p>The stranger’s eyes glowed with enthusiasm and -he bent upon Zopyrus a look of deep admiration. Suddenly -he stood up and though he leaned on his cane, -the young men were surprised at his lofty stature.</p> -<p>“Do you intend to worship the gods of Greece? I -see you have made a start by journeying here to this -shrine of pagan idolatry.” He looked about him, his -sharp features expressive of scorn and disapproval.</p> -<p>Cimon took an aggressive step toward the two, -but Zopyrus stretched forth his hand deterringly.</p> -<p>“Tell me what you mean,” Zopyrus asked, a suspicion -of the truth beginning to dawn upon him.</p> -<p>The ancient pilgrim dropped his staff, and raising -his arms toward the heavens, cried, “And the Lord -shall be king over all the earth; in that day shall there -be <i>one</i> Lord, and his name <i>one</i>. For the idols have -spoken vanity, and the diviners have seen a lie, and -have told false dreams; they comfort in vain.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_100">100</div> -<p>He turned and pointed with one outstretched arm -in the direction of the oracle, and with the other extended -heavenward he continued: “Thus saith the -Lord of hosts: ‘In those days it shall come to pass that -ten men shall take hold out of all the languages of the -nation, even shall take hold of the skirt of him that is -a Jew, saying, “We will go with you; for we have -heard that God is with you.”’”</p> -<p>The last words trembled into a silence that neither -of the men dared to break. The awful solemnity and -stern conviction of this prophet of a foreign race filled -them with indescribable fear. They stood in reverent -attitude before this worthy seer whose inspired -words caused the possible utterances of the demented -Pythoness to sink into utter insignificance. When the -young men ventured to look up, the aged one was disappearing -around the edge of the fountain in the opposite -direction from which the two had come.</p> -<p>“Wait a moment,” called Zopyrus. “Who are -you, worthy sir, who have only strengthened convictions -which I already possessed?”</p> -<p>The prophet smiled and his face seemed alight -with an inner radiance as he replied, “They call me -Zechariah.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_101">101</div> -<h2 id="c13"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XIII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The House of Pasicles.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“For now at least the soil is free,</p> -<p class="t0">Now that one strong reviving breath</p> -<p class="t0">Has chased the eastern tyranny</p> -<p class="t0">Which to the Greek was ever death.”</p> -<p class="lr">Lord Houghton.</p> -</div> -<p>Most conspicuous among the few houses left in -the city after the departure of the Persians -was one that stood at no great distance from -the Acropolis. It was a typical home of the upper-class -Athenian citizen. Its narrow stone front with a -massive door and its two closely barred windows at the -second story did not present a very imposing aspect, -but if one desired admittance and felt disposed to make -use of the polished bronze knocker with which the door -was equipped, his impressions of inhospitality were -immediately dispelled by the appearance of a slave -who courteously bade him enter.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_102">102</div> -<p>Looking down a short hallway one beheld an open -court surrounded by a colonnade and in the center of -this court stood an altar to Zeus. It was here on pleasant -days that the family assembled for worship, partook -of its meals, entered into friendly discussions or -played games. The women’s apartments were above, -theirs being the barred windows which looked out on -the narrow winding street. The kitchen and servant -quarters occupied the rear, but by far the most interesting -room was that which adjoined the court to the -left; the library. As if by a miracle this room remained -intact. Its shelves were filled with hundreds of rolls of -manuscript, some slightly charred but undamaged by -fire. At intervals about the room, upon marble pedestals -stood statuettes of the muses, for this was the -library of a poet, and could he not thus readily summon -the muse he desired?</p> -<p>If one were able to tell the time of day by the -shadow-pointer in the nearby public square, he would -know that it was shortly past the noon hour. Four -men were seated in the library, three of them young, -the fourth, slightly past middle-age, was the master of -the house, the poet Pasicles.</p> -<p>As he sat facing his friends, surrounded by his -beloved muses and scrolls, he appeared the personification -of dignity and aristocracy. His features were -clearly and delicately cut, his face thin, his forehead -high and intellectual. The folds of a white linen <i>chiton</i> -draped the long lines of his figure. The three younger -men were Cimon, Polygnotus and Zopyrus. The soft -notes of a flute came from the direction of the court.</p> -<p>“Your young son plays the flute remarkably well. -May I ask who is his teacher?” asked Polygnotus.</p> -<p>“The pedagogue, Niceratus, has given Mimnermus -instructions in flute playing. It is an art in which I -wish the lad to become proficient. The Bœotians have -ever excelled with the flute and I would not have -Mimnermus less skilled in the art than his grandfather -for whom he is named.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_103">103</div> -<p>“In my opinion,” said Cimon, “a youth can spend -his time more profitably than with music. Think you -that with the Persian expelled, all warfare is past? -Remember Athens is an object of envy to Sparta, -Thebes and Corinth, to say nothing of such islands as -Aegina, Samos and Naxos, and who knows what may -take place when Mimnermus is in his early manhood!”</p> -<p>“I believe all sciences and arts should form a part -of every man’s education,” replied the poet quietly, -“but to each one should be allowed the privilege to -specialize in that particular phase of culture which is -dearest to his heart.”</p> -<p>Cimon laughed good-naturedly. “I confess my -tastes are one-sided too, but I truly believe that our -new friend, Zopyrus, is equally skilled with the sword -or the pen. I swear by the gods I never saw mortal -man fight more heroically than he at Platæa, and yet -he can recite the works of Homer, Hesiod and Sappho, -and is well acquainted with the histories of Persia, -Babylonia, Assyria and Egypt!”</p> -<p>“Nevertheless,” remarked Zopyrus to whom all -eyes were now turned, “I admire a specialist and will -say that I hope to cultivate the arts more assiduously. -I do not enjoy fighting, but God has given me a strong -body and I hope the ability to judge correctly between -right and wrong.”</p> -<p>Pasicles leaned forward in his chair and looked -with peculiar interest at the young stranger.</p> -<p>“Do you know the tragedian, Aeschylus?” he -asked.</p> -<p>Zopyrus replied in the negative, wondering at his -host’s question.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_104">104</div> -<p>“Your statement that God has given you a strong -body,” continued the poet, “is a peculiar one. Among -the numerous friends of my profession, Aeschylus -alone speaks frequently of ‘God.’ Does it not seem -strange that he exalts Zeus so far above the others, -each one of whom has his or her interest in the affairs -of men?”</p> -<p>“No it does not appear strange to me, for I have -often wondered at the petty jealousies existing between -the gods and even between them and mortals,” answered -the Persian.</p> -<p>“But,” said Pasicles earnestly, “the envy of the -gods is just and divine. Have you never noticed that -if a mortal rises to too great heights here below, some -god will surely cause his downfall?”</p> -<p>“That, my friend,” said Zopyrus, seriously interested, -“is not the envy of the gods, but the natural -result of arrogance and pride.”</p> -<p>“As I can well testify,” said Cimon sadly, “for -was not my father Miltiades, the greatest man in all -Greece after Marathon? And did he not at the very -summit of his glory, stoop to avenge some petty wrong -and thus die an ignoble death? It seems that with complete -success, passes that good judgment which is ever -present as we strive to attain some worthy end.”</p> -<p>“The fate of your hapless parent,” said Pasicles, -“should prove a warning, but alas, man is little content -to profit by the sad experiences of his forefathers. -Each one must learn for himself in the school of life, -and many there be who, in the realization of success, -do not lose their power of judgment, and such as -these are partially rewarded by the gods here on -earth.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_105">105</div> -<p>“What do you think of our statesman, Themistocles?” -asked Polygnotus. “Is he not of the type -likely to lose his head over his popularity, for truly -one must admit his advice about Salamis was a turning -point in our affairs with Persia.”</p> -<p>“In truth,” replied Pasicles, “I like not this blustering -statesman any too well. My sympathies have -always been with his rival, the just Aristides whose -policies are not for the purpose of display, and whose -reserved manner has won the confidence of the refined, -thinking people.”</p> -<p>“Themistocles has the interest of Athens truly at -heart, and the people have just awakened to a realization -of this,” said another voice from the doorway.</p> -<p>Zopyrus looked up and saw a stranger, to him at -least, whose gaze after it had fallen upon each of his -three companions, rested in final friendly curiosity -upon him. His waving hair and short beard of rich -chestnut brown framed a face of surprising manly -beauty, the face of a man about the age of Pasicles. His -forehead was smooth and broad, the brows rather prominent, -the eyes meditative, but containing indications -of a hidden fire which might leap forth were their -owner challenged to uphold a conviction.</p> -<p>“Welcome into our midst, Aeschylus,” exclaimed -Pasicles rising and extending his hands to the newcomer. -“We will not continue to argue about Themistocles -and Aristides as we have been wont to do. You -are acquainted with the soldier and the artist, are you -not, but here is a stranger to you I am sure, Zopyrus -who fought bravely at Platæa.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_106">106</div> -<p>The tragedian, Aeschylus, crossed the room and -seated himself by the side of Zopyrus, who wondered -at his searching gaze but did not resent it. Above all -things the sincerity of Aeschylus greatly impressed -him. The poet seemed to be one who was forever -searching after truth. Zopyrus regretted that he had -read none of the plays of this great man. He knew that -his fame was due principally to his powers as an advocate -of the truth, painful though that truth might be, -and to the fact that he did not avoid the difficult problems -of life, but faced them with earnest zeal and saw -them through to the finish. Of the mighty and forceful -language which conveyed his ideas, as opposed to -the more elaborate and artificial style of Pasicles, -Zopyrus had heard, and he enjoyed the privilege of -conversing with the great poet.</p> -<p>Two kindred souls had intercourse through the -eyes and the medium of conversation. An attachment -which time would strengthen sprang up between the -young Persian and the older poet, such a friendship -as was not uncommon among the Athenians, where a -man of maturer years lived again in a younger man -the joys and possibilities that might have been his, and -where a youth looked with reverence to an older companion -whom he worshipped as a hero.</p> -<p>Presently Pasicles arose, and leading the way -through the court, bade his guests follow. Soon they -found themselves in a garden, strolling along paths -bordered with trees, flowers and shrubs, opening here -and there to reveal a statue of some sylvan god reclining -under the shade. An aged gardener was tending -the flowers with loving care.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_107">107</div> -<p>“Where are the women, Hagnias?” asked Pasicles -as the five men approached.</p> -<p>“Under the arbor near the fountain,” was the -reply.</p> -<p>It was as Hagnias had said. Upon a stone bench -and a large high-backed stone chair were seated three -women. The woman in the chair arose smilingly when -she beheld the men and approached Pasicles who -pressed an affectionate kiss upon her smooth white -forehead.</p> -<p>“Cleodice my wife, and my daughters, Eumetis -and Corinna, this is Zopyrus who is to be a guest in -our home for awhile. The others you know.”</p> -<p>The matronly Cleodice heartily bade Zopyrus -welcome and her sentiments were echoed by her daughters. -Corinna who resembled her mother, especially -in the wealth of auburn hair which both possessed acknowledged -the introduction and then made her way to -the other side of the fountain to where Polygnotus -stood gazing into the mirror-like surface, and Zopyrus -as his eyes followed these two, knew that love existed -between them.</p> -<p>The other daughter, Eumetis, who seemed the -feminine counterpart of her father, was her sister’s -senior by at least a year. She did not possess the -physical loveliness of Corinna but her plainer features -expressed sincerity and selfishness almost to a fault. -One knew that the plain exterior harbored a soul that -would give and continue to give for the sake of those -she loved. If it is possible to possess selfishness to a -fault it is where one’s greatest joy comes from seeing -others happy and this was true of the elder daughter -of the poet. If self is the only prison that can ever confine -the soul, Eumetis was as free as the birds of the -air.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_108">108</div> -<p>“Amid such charming surroundings as these, one -ought never to be sad,” said Zopyrus to Eumetis after -the introduction. “It seems a miracle that this lovely -home was spared. Do you happen to know why it -escaped pillage?”</p> -<p>“Some say,” replied the daughter of Pasicles, -“that it was spared out of respect to my dear father, -but he modestly refutes this and claims that because -of its size and proximity to the city, it was chosen as -quarters for Persian officers. Even the altar to Zeus -remained unprofaned and the manuscripts, many of -them, were just as my father had left them.”</p> -<p>“Although this is indeed a lovely spot, I shall not -test your hospitality to the limit. I intend to help -rebuild Athens, and soon with the combined efforts of -many, there will be homes for all,” said Zopyrus smiling -into the girl’s serious face.</p> -<p>“Indeed,” she said, “we shall be delighted to -have you with us. My father has spoken very well of -you and says you have offered to copy some of his odes -for him.”</p> -<p>“That is very small payment in return for lodgment -in this miniature paradise,” the youth returned -gallantly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_109">109</div> -<p>Eumetis laughed and blushed. “Our paradise on -earth is a good deal what we make it. True joy comes -from within, happiness from without. I have tried to -cultivate the spirit of joy, but believe I have failed -miserably. With Corinna it is different. She is always -gay. Happiness comes to her unasked, so I believe she -has a well of joy within her.”</p> -<p>The man and the girl looked in the direction of -the fountain to where Polygnotus and Corinna sat -together on the edge of the marble basin.</p> -<p>“Polygnotus has been a caller here for some -time,” continued Eumetis. “The horrors of recent -events have delayed but not altered his purpose.”</p> -<p>“I could wish your sister no greater happiness,” -said Zopyrus, “for I admire this artist very much.”</p> -<p>“Yes, Polygnotus is fortunate indeed in possessing -the love of the girl whom he admires, but his most -intimate friend, Cimon, has not been so successful -where affairs of the heart are concerned. He has not -seen his sweetheart since he returned from Aegina, -and he does not know what fate may have befallen her. -She was not among those who fled to Troezen and -Salamis.”</p> -<p>“That is truly most sad,” replied Zopyrus with -feeling. “It may be that when the city is back again -to its normal condition, she will appear. If she loves -Cimon she will return to him.”</p> -<p>“Ah, but there lies the difficulty,” said Eumetis, -“She does not love him. I called her his sweetheart -wrongly, for it is purely a one-sided affair, and I fear -that she will never return. Cimon idolizes her, and -would have made her his wife ere this, but she refused. -Can you think of anything more tragic than unrequited -love?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_110">110</div> -<p>“It is most unfortunate, but I believe unusual, for -in my opinion true love has its origin in a mutual attraction, -for we creatures, of dust though we be, are -conceited enough that we love those who love us. There -are exceptions, of course.”</p> -<p>Eumetis turned away. “The exceptions often -prove the rule, and unfortunate are they whose lives -give proof of this.”</p> -<p>They joined the others as did Polygnotus and -Corinna, and all entered the house to partake of refreshments.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_111">111</div> -<h2 id="c14"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XIV.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Beyond the Dipylon Gate.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Athens, the stately-walled, magnificent!”</p> -<p class="lr">Pindar.</p> -</div> -<p>The sun sank in an unclouded blaze, but with the -approach of evening the toilers did not cease. -The builders of the pyramids of Egypt could -boast no greater zeal than that with which the Athenians -fortified their city. Men, women and children, -rich, middle-class and poor worked together for the -attainment of but one end; the erection of a wall about -their city which would protect it from over-ambitious -states and cities. Stones from partly demolished -buildings, broken pieces of statuary, the debris of -structures once the pride of every loyal Athenian, -added bit by bit to the work of defense.</p> -<p>Zopyrus labored near the Diomean Gate lifting -the large stones into places which had been freshly -spread with mortar by the women and children. In -vain his eyes searched the throng for a figure, the -memory of which occupied his thoughts almost constantly -since Salamis. He had worked at different -sections of the wall in the hope that somewhere he -would see her employed in the common task of all, -but though he anxiously scanned a thousand faces during -the course of his labor, hers was not among them.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_112">112</div> -<p>A young man at his side nudged his elbow. “By -tomorrow at this time the wall should be of sufficient -height for Aristides and his companion to leave for -Sparta to join Themistocles who awaits them.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus agreed with the youth’s statement and -added, “It was a clever scheme of Themistocles to go -to Sparta apparently to argue about the feasibility -of building a wall around Athens, the while he planned -to have all Athenians erect such a wall. By having -Aristides delay in joining him he made it possible for -us to get the wall to a height sufficient for defense.”</p> -<p>“Themistocles is very clever, no doubt,” replied -his companion, “but the calm judgment of Aristides is -not to be discredited.”</p> -<p>“Of course not,” said Zopyrus, “but it is the wit -of Themistocles which will frustrate the ambitions of -Sparta this time. Aristides is like the moon which is -now rising on the other side of the city, as compared -with the sun, Themistocles.”</p> -<p>At this moment Abronychus, a youth whom Zopyrus -had met after the battle of Platæa, approached -the two with a friendly clap upon the shoulder of each.</p> -<p>“Zopyrus and Lysimachus! I am glad to see you -two together. In my mind I have always associated -you as men of like temperament.”</p> -<p>“But,” said Zopyrus jocosely, “an argument has -engaged us both up to the present moment. Your -friend puts much confidence in the opinions of Aristides, -while I maintain Themistocles to be the superior -of the two.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_113">113</div> -<p>Abronychus’ smile spread into a broad grin. Turning -to Lysimachus he said, “Your father wishes to talk -with you at once. I met him at the shop of Aphobus -where he awaits you.”</p> -<p>As the figure of Lysimachus disappeared in the -crowd Zopyrus remarked, “A likely young fellow. I -liked his upright manner, though his opinions differed -from mine.”</p> -<p>“His father summons him,” said the other, “that -he may bid farewell before leaving in the morning, at -least twelve hours before he expected to make the trip. -You see his father is Aristides who is to join Themistocles -at Sparta.”</p> -<p>“Aristides his father!” exclaimed the crest-fallen -Zopyrus. “Well I like him and hope he will not resent -my remarks.”</p> -<p>“If I know Lysimachus,” said the other, “he will -take no offense at what you said. I hope you will see -him again. He has worked near the Diomean Gate ever -since the wall was commenced. Your energies have -not been so concentrated, for if I remember correctly, -I have seen you at the gate of Diocharus and upon another -occasion you were unloading stones at the north -of the city beyond the Acharman Gate.”</p> -<p>“I will tell you the reason for my scattered efforts, -though I maintain I have worked diligently wherever -I happened to be. I began at the east side of the city, -working near the different gates, a half day at a time -and traveling northward. I am searching for a girl -whom I met at the time of the battle of Salamis. I have -not seen her since, and I know not where to find her.”</p> -<p>“Her name?” inquired Abronychus.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_114">114</div> -<p>“Alas I did not ask it, but her face I can not -forget! Eyes that reflect the heaven’s blue, straight -brows, delicately chiseled nose, a mouth that——.”</p> -<p>Abronychus threw up his hands in deprecation. -“I have not seen her, or I have seen hundreds of her! -Which shall I say, my friend? I must be going now and -I wish you success in your search for the missing -lady.”</p> -<p>After the departure of Abronychus, Zopyrus toiled -lifting rocks and pieces of masonry. It was with a feeling -of ineffable relief that he heard the orders of the -night-guard and saw that others were coming to take -the places of those who had labored since mid-afternoon. -Presently an approaching female figure caught -his eye and in an instant he recognized Ladice whom he -had rescued from the coarse Persian officer. She was -conversing with an older woman and Zopyrus tried to -attract her attention, for from her he hoped to learn -the identity of her companion on the Acropolis. The -tired workers in their eagerness to get to their homes -for rest, pressed between him and Ladice, and he soon -lost sight of her. He was pleased to know that she -had reached Athens in safety, but his heart was filled -with anxiety for the maiden whom he had rescued -on the Acropolis.</p> -<p>As Zopyrus passed the Sacred Gate he glanced -down the broad white road that he had followed the -day he bore in his arms the unconscious Greek girl. -The moon back of him shed its soft ethereal light over -a scene that had recurred to him again and again in -memory. Moved by an unexplainable impulse, he -passed through the city-gate and pursued his course -along the road that stretched luringly into the distance, -bordered by the dusky shadows of olive trees.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_115">115</div> -<p>Scarcely had he proceeded a furlong when he became -aware of a figure several paces ahead. The man, -for so it proved to be, was lost in thought and walked -slowly, his head bent forward in meditation. Zopyrus’ -first impulse was to return to the city, but something -familiar in the man’s dress and figure arrested his -notice, so he carried out his original intention of taking -a moonlight stroll along the Sacred Way. Before -the man turned Zopyrus had recognized the poet -Aeschylus and simultaneously with the recognition -came a feeling of joy that this much revered man could -be his companion upon such an occasion. Aeschylus -recognized the youth as he approached and placed an -arm across his shoulders as together they proceeded -to the northwest.</p> -<p>For some moments only the sound of their sandals -on the stony pavement broke the stillness, but at length -Zopyrus asked: “Did this road stretching into the distance -lure you too as you passed the gate?”</p> -<p>“It always entices me, for it is the way to my -home. I live at Eleusis.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus expressed no little surprise, for he had -always thought of Aeschylus as a native of Athens.</p> -<p>“I had planned to move to Athens,” continued the -poet, “so my elder son could attend the Academy, but -God saw fit to snatch him forever from me in the late -war with the oriental barbarians.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_116">116</div> -<p>Aeschylus stood a moment, his head bent forward, -his attitude that of a man in complete subjection to a -master. Zopyrus imagined that his lips moved but -there was no sound forthcoming. Then there came to -the Persian the memory of the maiden’s prayer, followed -by the song from a myriad unseen throats, the -mighty pæan that had saved Greece. Zopyrus as he -watched the poet in silence knew that he too prayed. -When the latter raised his head Zopyrus said tensely: -“Your prayer is the second of its kind that I have seen. -It ascends straight to God—“—then after a moment’s -pause, “Tell me how do you explain the miracle of -Salamis?”</p> -<p>Aeschylus gazed long and earnestly into the eyes -of the young man before he answered.</p> -<p>“It was a word from the invisible, unapproachable -Spirit of the universe.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus was greatly moved by the poet’s words.</p> -<p>“You believe that in great crises Zeus will help -those whom He believes to be in the right?”</p> -<p>“Yes, but I believe that this God must have been -approached by a devout suppliant, and that this was -his answer to an earnest prayer.”</p> -<p>“Aeschylus,” said the young man, and he stood -and faced his companion so that the moon shone full -into his face revealing his emotion, “I was myself a -witness, the only one, to the prayer that saved Greece.”</p> -<p>“You a witness to such a prayer!” exclaimed the -incredulous poet.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_117">117</div> -<p>Zopyrus nodded, then as the two resumed their -nocturnal promenade he related to the interested philosopher -in detail, trying not to reveal his identity, the -facts of his meeting with the girl upon whom he had -not laid eyes for a year. After his narration had been -concluded he was conscious of the fixed gaze of his companion -upon him.</p> -<p>“Zopyrus,” said Aeschylus, “I have decided to -begin work on a tragedy which will present the Persian -point of view and especially that of the royal family in -this war, I would be very grateful would you acquaint -me with many details of life at Susa.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus was startled. Had his words or manner -of speech betrayed him to the friend whom above all -others he esteemed most highly? It was apparent that -even if Aeschylus did know him to be a Persian -by birth, he was neither rebuking nor condemning him -for that fact, but rather was he mildly assuring him -that his birth need be no detriment to him in his present -surroundings. Zopyrus believed that Aeschylus was -convinced of his sincerity in the present interests of -Greece.</p> -<p>“I shall be pleased to assist you in your great -work,” he replied in a quiet tone. “Having spent a -few months out of each year at the Persian court, I -should know something of the Persian view-point.”</p> -<p>“Were you a servant or a member of the nobility?” -questioned the poet quickly.</p> -<p>“Must I tell you that?” asked the younger man.</p> -<p>“I should like to know.”</p> -<p>“Very well, I am a cousin of king Xerxes. My -father was satrap of Sardis and an own brother of -Darius Hystaspis.”</p> -<p>The older man turned quickly and his brow clouded -as he cried:—</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_118">118</div> -<p>“What do you mean by parading in Greek clothes -and looking with love upon a maiden of Hellas? Think -you that a pure lovely girl of our land would return -the affections of a cousin of the profligate Xerxes?”</p> -<p>Zopyrus’ reply was made with becoming dignity. -“I sincerely believe that the girl returns my affections, -and as for my Persian ancestry, what think you of my -features?”</p> -<p>Aeschylus’ expression of anger softened as he -looked upon the young man’s face.</p> -<p>“There is the mystery,” he said in a puzzled voice, -“I can think of no other than Theseus when I behold -you. Your face is the type that characterizes our -people.”</p> -<p>“From my departed mother have I inherited the -features in which you behold a likeness to one of your -national heroes, but not alone in face and form do I -resemble the Greeks, but in nature too am I truly one -of you. My mother was a Greek whose parents were -members of the family of Ceryces.”</p> -<p>“Ceryces!” exclaimed Aeschylus in surprise. -“Outside of the family of Eumolpidæ, I know no better -in all this fair land. I bid you welcome to Greece and -into our midst. I was not mistaken in my first impressions -of you. Will you overlook the hasty words -I spoke a few minutes ago?”</p> -<p>“I was not offended,” replied Zopyrus, “for I -knew that after mature deliberation you would be convinced -of the reality of my sincerity. My conscience -has been my guide. I have always tried to obey it, thus -keeping it ever sensitive.”</p> -<p>The poet smiled kindly into the earnest young face -flushed with emotion.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_119">119</div> -<p>“Young man, perfection lies in just that,” he -said, “keeping the conscience sensitive. If you continue -thus to strive after perfection in your youth you -will be laying up virtues which will serve you in the -crises of life which come later.”</p> -<p>“But I have often thought,” said Zopyrus -puzzled, “that sometimes it is very difficult to determine -between virtues and vices. That may sound very -strange to you who consider them to be exactly opposite, -but occasionally even a sensitive conscience can -not discriminate. It seems to me that virtues and vices -are very closely allied. How easy it is for one who is -the very soul of generosity to over-step the bound and -become a spendthrift! Might not one who possessed -the virtue of thrift pass over the hair-breadth boundary -into the vice of miserliness? Might not one of a loving -nature tend toward licentiousness if not watchful, -or one of self-restraint become too cold? Then again -if one is neat and careful about one’s personal appearance -might he not become vain if not watchful, or on -the other hand if indifferent to the appearance of his -body because the weightier matters of the soul concerned -him more, might he not have the tendency to -grow filthy and untidy in appearance? So it seems -to me, my good Aeschylus, that it takes a very alert -and sensitive conscience indeed to distinguish between -the so-called virtues and vices, and to pass judgment -correctly.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_120">120</div> -<p>“You are right, my boy, it does, and remember -this; that in letting your conscience decide matters, -you must not forget that no man lives unto himself, -for everything he does affects another, but I see you -are tired,” he said. “You have worked hard at the -wall. In that you have done rightly, for toil is mankind’s -greatest boon and life without industry is sin.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus glanced toward the sky, “The moon is -beginning its descent and I must return to the house -of Pasicles.”</p> -<p>“One moment before you go,” said the poet, laying -a detaining hand upon the other’s arm, “You as a member -of the Ceryces family should be initiated into the -divine mysteries of Eleusis. Had your departed -mother never mentioned them to you?”</p> -<p>“As a very young child I remember my mother’s -having mentioned, upon several occasions when we -were alone, the Eleusinian Mysteries and my childish -mind nourished by an exceptionally vivid imagination, -dwelt a great deal upon the probable nature of these -enigmatical rites.”</p> -<p>“At two months from this time when the moon is -again in its fullness, I will act in the capacity of -mystagogue for you. Till then I will see you occasionally -at Athens in the home of our mutual friend. -May the God who is powerful above all others protect -you.”</p> -<p>With these words he was gone leaving Zopyrus -puzzled but greatly elated.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_121">121</div> -<h2 id="c15"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XV.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">What Happened at the Theatre of Dionysus.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Forth came, with slow and measured tread,</p> -<p class="t0">The ancient chorus, solemn, dread,</p> -<p class="t0">And through the theatre’s ample bound</p> -<p class="t0">Stately they took their wonted round.”</p> -<p class="lr">Schiller.</p> -</div> -<p>After the passage of a few weeks, Zopyrus became -convinced of a fact which caused him great -concern. It was the growing love for him which -Eumetis could ill conceal. An alliance with the house -of the aristocratic poet would be an honor. Zopyrus -believed and rightly, that he had found favor with -Pasicles and Cleodice. Still he knew that while he -respected and admired Eumetis for the many desirable -qualities which she possessed, he did not love her as -a man should love the woman whom he chooses out -of all others to be his mate. The cognizance of this -unreturned affection and his inability to rediscover the -maiden who was the object of his love were the only -obstacles which disturbed the course of an otherwise -peaceful existence.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_122">122</div> -<p>Sparta’s pernicious ambitions were timely frustrated -and Athens surrounded by seven miles of solid -masonry and with Themistocles as its temporary idol, -settled down to its pre-war mode of life. In the Agora -the fishmonger’s bell announced the opening of fish-market, -artisans went to their trade, the wealthy sought -the shops and other public places or gossiped while -they rested in the comfortable seats in the shady -arcades. But the ordinary routine was frequently interrupted -by judicial duties or public services pertaining -to religious festivals, Olympiads or theatrical performances, -and it was upon the latter occasion that on -this day the crowds were leaving the market-place and -pursuing a westward direction to the theatre of Dionysus -which was an amphitheatre situated on the southern -slope of the Acropolis.</p> -<p>Entrance was procured for the public through -great gates on the right and left which opened into -the orchestra or circular pit where the chorus marched -and sang between the acts. The orchestra was situated -between the stage and the auditorium which had -a seating capacity of thirty thousand. The stone seats -which rose tier upon tier were very wide and actually -consisted of three distinct parts; the first as a seat, -the second as a gangway for those walking, and the -third part was hollowed out a little for the feet of -those sitting above. The whole semi-circular structure -was cut by stairs which like radii divided it into sections -to facilitate the locating of seats. At the top of -each division upon a pedestal stood the bust of some -god or goddess, that of Dionysus occupying the middle -section or place of honor.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_123">123</div> -<p>Considerably to the right and about half way down -in the section of Aphrodite sat Pasicles, Cleodice, -Polygnotus, Corinna, Zopyrus, Eumetis and the lad -Mimnermus. Bright colored kerchiefs adorned the -heads of the women all over the assemblage, giving a -gala appearance to the scene. At intervals over the -theatre there were raised seats with high ornate backs, -arm-rests and cushions. These were reserved for -judges and officials or for any who were deemed deserving -to occupy them. In one of these seats near the -front of the section of Dionysus sat the tragedian, -Phrynichus, so privileged as the composer of the -tragedy, “The Capture of Miletus,” which was about -to be enacted. Next to him was seated Aeschylus, his -younger contemporary and staunch admirer.</p> -<p>Above the vast assembly stretched the azure sky -across which an occasional fleecy cloud moved with the -gentle breeze. Behind and above rose the Acropolis -crowned with its marble ruins, and to the front of the -audience, visible in the distance a little to the left of -the stage was clearly discernible the conical outline of -Hymettus, while farther to the east stretched the purple -range of Anchesmus.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_124">124</div> -<p>In his play, Phrynchius vividly presented to his -spectators, the sad events of the downfall of the beautiful -city of Miletus. He did not hesitate to blame certain -Greek leaders who allowed themselves to be influenced -by secret agents from the enemy, so that many -ships treacherously sailed away at the opening of the -battle. As the play proceeded the poet in gifted -language put into the mouths of his actors, the tragic -tale of the plunder of its dwellings, the conflagration -of its peerless temples and the captivity of its citizens. -There arose in Zopyrus’ memory the pale, tear-stained -face of his mother when she learned from the lips of -her stern husband, the fate of her native city. Sixteen -years before she had been taken to Sardis as the bride -of the Persian satrap, but she had never forgotten the -city of her birth, nor did she ever recover from the -effect of its sad fate and the probable doom of friends -and relatives. Zopyrus recalled how as a lad of fourteen -he stood beside his mother’s death-bed and received -from her lips the request to avenge the destruction -of Miletus. Scalding tears filled his eyes as he -sat with bowed head. Hearing a stifled sob he looked -up and saw that Eumetis was likewise in tears. Thus -encouraged, to discover that he was not alone moved -to tears by the memory of a past tragedy that lived -again before thousands, he scanned the multitude -around him, to learn that many were weeping. Scarcely -was there one who had not lost a loved one, or who -was not in some way painfully reminded of disasters -through conflict with the Persians. In this great common -grief Zopyrus felt himself to be truly one in heart -with the people about him.</p> -<p>While in this mood he felt a light caressing touch -upon his arm, and turning met the eyes of Eumetis -looking up to him with sympathetic understanding, and -in their violet depths he read a truth which, because -he was young and life held for him the possibilities -which it offers to all who are ambitious, flattered while -yet it sincerely pleased him. Before he realized what -he was doing his hand sought hers and held it, delighting -in the thrill of contact.</p> -<p>At the close of the drama a resonant voice from the -stage addressed the throng. It was the ex-archon, -Conon.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_125">125</div> -<p>“Citizens of Athens,” he cried, “will you let go -unpunished the offender who has this day moved to -tears, thousands? Is it without complaint that you -listen to words which cause you to live again the -miseries of the past? Has not Greece borne enough -without being thus clearly reminded of past afflictions? -I move you we fine the author one thousand drachmas -as a punishment.”</p> -<p>Aeschylus was upon his feet in an instant.</p> -<p>“Rather should our friend here,” indicating -Phrynichus, “be rewarded the sum of a thousand -drachmas for the skill with which he depicted those -scenes of woe.”</p> -<p>“Pay no heed to Aeschylus!” cried a voice. “He -is a poet who probably entertains like ambitions. -Phrynichus should be fined, not only for his own misdeed, -but as a warning to aspiring poets that we care -not to have presented to us thus our national tragedies.”</p> -<p>The sympathies of the group who were around -Pasicles were with Phrynichus and Aeschylus, and so -likewise were hundreds of others, but the majority -resented the fact that they had been forced to yield -to tears. The motion carried and the tragedian was -forced to pay the penalty inflicted upon him.</p> -<p>As the crowds were leaving the amphitheatre -Zopyrus espied Aeschylus and said as he approached -him: “That was a good word you spoke for your -elder friend. Our sympathies were with him.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_126">126</div> -<p>“Phrynichus I believe,” answered Aeschylus, -“would rather lose the thousand drachmas than have -failed to stir the hearts of the Athenians as he did today. -The light of victory was in his eye, and mark -you, Zopyrus, Conon has not frightened me either, for -I intend to work on my ‘Persæ’ with the hope that my -audience too will melt into tears! But I have unpleasant -news for you, my friend. I am leaving soon -for Sicily to visit Hiero, tyrant of Syracuse. My -promise to escort you to the Mysteries will have to -hold over till another year, however you will find in -the most noble Pasicles a worthy mystagogue, and -it is my earnest desire that you become initiated into -the Mysteries at once.”</p> -<p>“Shall I not see you again before you leave?” -questioned Zopyrus much agitated at the thought of -his friend’s imminent departure.</p> -<p>“I fear not, but time does not drag on the hands -of youth, and,” he added with a smile, “you may find -the girl of the Acropolis! Farewell.”</p> -<p>He was gone and there seemed a chaos in life -where Aeschylus had once been. The truth-seeking -poet had meant much to him since he had first met -him in the home of Pasicles. He had known personally -many poets and philosophers who in parasitic -fashion drew their nourishment from the court of King -Xerxes. They were neither original in their ideas, -fearing to arouse the wrath of the king by any deviation -from customs, nor were they sincere. Aeschylus -would cater to no man, nor did he bow to public opinion. -The truth clothed in forceful language, was what he -presented to the Athenians, and they could take it or -spurn it as they chose.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_127">127</div> -<p>The sight of Eumetis waiting for him filled Zopyrus -with a pleasant consciousness that the chaos might -after all be filled with a living, loving personality, and -he hastily joined her. Her slender face, usually -serious, lighted up with joy as she beheld the youth -approaching.</p> -<p>“The rest have gone on,” she said, “We must -hasten if we are to overtake them.”</p> -<p>“Is it necessary that we overtake them?” asked -Zopyrus in a voice that sounded unnatural.</p> -<p>Eumetis blushed and shook her head in the negative. -“No not if you prefer to delay.”</p> -<p>“I do, Eumetis, for I have something to say to -you.” He paused a moment then continued: “Will the -daughter of the aristocratic Pasicles deign to look -upon Zopyrus whose origin is to her unknown, as a -suitor?”</p> -<p>“You are mistaken, Zopyrus, if you think your -parentage is unknown to my father. Aeschylus has -revealed your identity to him, though I know not what -it is and care not as long as Pasicles approves.”</p> -<p>For answer Zopyrus drew her arm within his -own and together they crossed the Ceramicus as the -shades of evening were beginning to descend.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_128">128</div> -<h2 id="c16"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XVI.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Celebration of the Mysteries.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught</p> -<p class="t0">In chorus or iambic, teachers best</p> -<p class="t0">Of moral prudence, with delight received</p> -<p class="t0">In brief sententious precepts, while they treat</p> -<p class="t0">Of fate, and chance, and change in human life.”</p> -<p class="lr">John Milton.</p> -</div> -<p>The first rays of sunlight were gilding the pillared -temples of the city as the procession for -the Eleusinian Mysteries filed through the -Dipylon Gate. It was the fifth day of celebration, the -previous four having been spent at Athens in listening -to formal proclamations, taking vows, undergoing purification -and being crowned with garlands as emblems -of initiation. Light were the hearts of the youths -and maidens as with singing and dancing they wended -their way carrying cists containing offerings to Demeter -and Dionysus. At the head of the procession was -carried a statue of the infant Iacchos, a form of -Dionysus.</p> -<p>Many of the female celebrants rode in carriages -as the journey was a long fatiguing one despite the -many stops made. Zopyrus walked beside an open litter -in which sat Cleodice and Eumetis.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_129">129</div> -<p>“My children,” said Cleodice smiling, “these -mystæ are celebrating your betrothal though they know -it not! I regret so much that Pasicles was unable to -be with us, but he has invoked the blessing of Hymen -upon you. The nuptials will be solemnized immediately -upon our return from Eleusis.”</p> -<p>Eumetis glanced shyly at the young man who -strode beside the carriage. He had not looked well -lately. There was something drawn and haggard about -his features.</p> -<p>“I fear these days of initiation into the Mysteries -are proving too strenuous for you, Zopyrus. You do -not look yourself today,” said Eumetis with concern.</p> -<p>“It is nothing,” replied Zopyrus, “but I shall be -glad when these rites are over.”</p> -<p>“For more reasons than one surely,” laughed -Cleodice. “I remember how impatient your father,” -turning to her daughter, “was when it was necessary -to wait till the close of the Nemean games to celebrate -our marriage.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_130">130</div> -<p>Zopyrus turned to survey the landscape which lay -all green and gold about him. The familiarity of the -scene at this point came to him as a shock. There to -the right lay the olive-grove and there, he could mistake -it not, was the same tree beneath whose gnarled -branches he had laid his precious burden on that day -which would live forever in his memory. Again he -seemed to feel the weight of her unconscious body; -again he observed the beauty, winning seriousness and -refinement of her features and yet once again he -imagined he heard her ask if he were not a disguised -Greek soldier! It was with an effort that he forced -these memories from him. A year had passed and -he would probably never see her again. She must have -perished during the months that followed the battle -of Salamis as many Greeks had. It was folly, he resolved, -to waste one’s life in vain regrets. He was -about to take as his wife a chaste girl of excellent parentage, -whose love was wholly his, and he would do -his best to make her happy! As they passed the path -to the southward where he and the maiden had turned -to view the battle from the promontory, he turned his -eyes resolutely to the anxious countenance of Eumetis -and smiled, seeking to forget that which would force -itself uppermost in his consciousness. He partially -succeeded, for the eyes of the maiden, so full of loving -regard, gave him a promise of undying affection. He -placed his hand over hers as it lay on the side of the -carriage, then suddenly he stopped as if struck by an -arrow.</p> -<p>Upon his ears in solemn cadence fell again the -hymn to Dionysus, the pæan of joy which had miraculously -saved Greece. It was now being sung for -the first time since that memorable event. Every voice -that helped to swell the triumphal song, thrilled with -irrepressible ecstasy. Only in the heart of one did -sadness mingle with joy.</p> -<p>“What is the matter, Zopyrus? You are ill! -Mother, stop a moment! I can walk as far as the fountain -of Kallichoros while Zopyrus takes my seat in the -carriage.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus quickly gained control of his emotions.</p> -<p>“Foolish girl,” he said with mock severity, “do -you think I would ride while you walked? I assure -you I am perfectly well. The fountain is just now in -sight where we shall rest and enjoy a little jest and -merry-making.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_131">131</div> -<p>The voices and innumerable instruments which -had filled the heavens with harmony ceased their music. -Vast masses of clouds which swept the sky, alternately -unveiled and eclipsed the sun. A crisp breeze -sprang from the sea, so that the mystæ proceeded -along their way after a short stop, desirous of reaching -the Fountain of Kallichoros before the storm which -threatened should break. Their hopes were more than -realized. The sun peeped out from behind a cloud -just as they reached Eleusis by the sea, and shone -directly above the gleaming temple to Demeter. With -its magic rays it lit up the whole sacred precinct. First -were visible the propolæa and the small temple of -Pluto. To the left was the Telesterion, a large covered -building adjoining which was the sacred temple -to the goddess Demeter, where only those were admitted -who had received full initiation.</p> -<p>“This is the sacred temple,” whispered Cleodice -who already assumed the office of mystagogue, “and -beyond, where you see the waving field of corn, lies the -Rharian Plain where Demeter first sowed corn. Still -farther is the field called Orgas, planted with trees -consecrated to Demeter and Persephone.”</p> -<p>An official cried in a loud voice, “To the sea, ye -Mystæ.”</p> -<p>“You must undergo further purification,” said -Eumetis, “before you can proceed nearer the holy -environs of the temple.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_132">132</div> -<p>At this point Cleodice and Eumetis left Zopyrus -who was hurried on with others to the seashore and -into the sea where the final purification took place. -Nearly opposite lay Salamis, the view from this point -differing but little from that which he had obtained -from the promontory nearer Athens.</p> -<p>The sun had set and the stars came out one by -one. As he stood upon the sand and gazed toward -the hazy outline of Salamis, an ecstatic mood took possession -of him. Conscious of his own impotence, he -sank upon his knees and lifted his eyes to the God -who had saved Greece, and who was manifest in all -the wonders of nature around him.</p> -<p>Soon he realized that the other mystæ, bearing -flaming torches, were leaving the shore and repairing -to the temple. As he hurried hither he met Cleodice -with a torch for him.</p> -<p>“We are going to the Telesterion to hear the address -of the hierophant,” she explained.</p> -<p>The flickering, reddish lights from hundreds of -torches cast grotesque shadows and produced a weird -effect as they entered the enormous hall and seated -themselves upon the steps which surrounded the square -floor on all sides. Within this square many who had -been in the procession from Athens marched and sang -with the lyre, the flute and the barbiton. Upon their -heads and around their shoulders rested garlands of -interwoven flowers.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_133">133</div> -<p>The revelry ended at the appearance of four men -from one of the six doors which were arranged in pairs -on three sides of the hall. First in order came the -sacred torch-bearer followed by the altar-priest who -wore the insignia and carried the holy emblems for -the service. Immediately behind him came the hierophant -whose duty it was to expound the truths to the -newly initiated. This man, chosen in the prime of life, -was selected from the aristocratic family of the -Eumolpidæ. His term would last till his death, for -such was the custom regarding the election of this -officer. In his footsteps followed a fourth figure, the -sacred herald, who together with the altar-priest and -torch-bearer, was chosen for life from the sacred family -of Ceryces, the family in which Zopyrus could proudly -claim membership.</p> -<p>A hush fell upon the assembly at the appearance -of these venerable men. The hierophant with outstretched -hands invoked the blessing of the Mother -goddess upon the celebrants. Then in a well modulated -voice he addressed his words to the newly initiated.</p> -<p>Zopyrus sat as one in a trance, for the sentiment -was similar to that of many utterances of his beloved -friend Aeschylus. His thoughts wandered for a -moment to his poet friend and he wondered if he were -faring well on his journey to the island of Sicily. He -was probably at this moment on the surface of the dark -sea searching the far horizon for a first glimpse of fiery -Ætna, a favorite abode of Demeter and her daughter -Persephone! This brought his thoughts back again to -his immediate surroundings and he listened as the -hierophant spoke:—</p> -<p>“When I look upon yonder green fields, I call upon -the faithful to give thanks to Demeter, that is, that -active manifestation of the One through which the corn -attains to its ripe maturity. Whether we view the sun -or the harvest, or contemplate with admiration the -unity and harmony of the visible or invisible world, -still it is always with the Only, the All-embracing One -we have to do, to Whom we ourselves belong as those -of His manifestations in which He places His self-consciousness.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_134">134</div> -<p>“The wonderful miracle of reviving vegetation, of -the grain which dies in the ground and springs anew -to life, illustrates man’s longing for a revival of his -own life, and serves as an assurance of his hope of -immortality.</p> -<p>“Many of you sit before me fearful for the morrow, -for you know not in the day or in the night what -course fate has marked out for you. But think you -that any part of the self-consciousness of this omnipotent -God can sink into utter oblivion? I tell you that -death is but a passing out of this life into a larger, -fuller existence like unto the change which takes place -in a kernel of corn when it is planted in the ground. -What change does Demeter work in that corn? What -change will the One accomplish in you? In Demeter -you see explained the mysteries pertaining to the source -of life. In Persephone you behold life itself with its -problems. Their relation to each other is emblematic -of man’s resurrection. We are here now to win the -friendship of the Mother and Daughter that we may -procure a blessing at their hands in the next existence.”</p> -<p>The hierophant withdrew, and the sacred herald -announced that a mystery play would be enacted.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_135">135</div> -<p>Aeschylus had hinted to Zopyrus that the celebration -consisted of “things said” and “things done.” -The young man’s eyes were fixed in eager anticipation -upon the clear space in the center of the Great Hall, -around the sides of which were seated not less than -three thousand spectators. The actors gained access -to the pit by means of trap-doors which opened from -below.</p> -<p>“The first scene,” whispered Cleodice, “will represent -Persephone and some girl friends picking roses, -lilies and hyacinths in the fields of Enna in Sicily.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_136">136</div> -<h2 id="c17"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XVII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Persephone.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Yonder brook Demeter’s tears received,</p> -<p class="t0">That she wept for her Persephone.”</p> -<p class="lr">Schiller.</p> -</div> -<p>Scarcely had the words fallen from Cleodice’s -lips than there appeared several maidens running, -dancing and pirouetting. They seemed to be so -many sylvan nymphs effusing the spirit of eternal -spring among imaginary wooded hills, beside babbling -brooks and amid fragrant meadows in search of flowers -to wind in their long hair which streamed behind them -or fell about their shoulders as they ran.</p> -<p>“The one with the richly broidered gown of pure -white is Persephone,” explained Eumetis, observing -that Zopyrus’ eyes were fastened upon that figure.</p> -<p>Seated between Cleodice and Eumetis, Zopyrus -had not withdrawn his gaze from the girl in white, the -Persephone. It was the maiden whom he had rescued -on the Acropolis!</p> -<p>“She is very beautiful, is she not, Zopyrus?” -questioned Eumetis with pique.</p> -<p>But Zopyrus did not hear.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_137">137</div> -<p>Happy Persephone! Life that moves along with -nothing to disturb its tranquility! Presently she sees -a flower, a narcissus, fairer and taller than any around -it, but it is far away. She leaves her companions and -runs gayly to pluck it. Her hand is almost upon the -fair blossom when lo! the earth opens at her feet, and -a chariot drawn by two black horses emerges seemingly -from the very bowels of the earth. Within the chariot -stands a dark, somber-visaged man upon whose head -rests a crown with a solitary dull red stone in the -front. This man is Hades,<a class="fn" id="fr_5" href="#fn_5">[5]</a> lord of the underworld. -He seizes the hapless Persephone who struggles vainly -for freedom, and placing her beside him in his magnificent -chariot, vanishes with her to the nether regions.</p> -<p>While this scene was being enacted, Zopyrus sat -as one dazed, for in the person of Hades he had recognized -the traitor of Thermopylæ.</p> -<p>Again the pit is occupied, this time by two female -figures clad in robes of mourning. They are Ceres -and her faithful maid Iambe. Ceres questions every -one they meet in the hope of finding some trace of her -lost daughter, Persephone. Hecate, goddess of night, -is approached with an inquiry regarding the possible -whereabouts of the unfortunate girl, but Night has seen -nothing, only heard the cry of anguish.</p> -<p>During the six months that Persephone dwelt with -Pluto, her husband, the face of nature showed the -withering touch of the mourning goddess. It was for -Helios, the sun god, to reveal where Persephone was -hidden, and during the remainder of the year that -Persephone’s abode was with her mother, Ceres’ magic -influence was made manifest in the growing and maturing -vegetation.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_138">138</div> -<p>So the mother goddess, Earth, who during her sorrow -had caused all nature to be barren, produced fruit, -flowers and grain in abundance. As her faithful heart -pined for her daughter, Life, so do we mourn the lost -lives of our loved ones until our souls are assured of -their resurrection. So often from the bitterest experiences -of life do the greatest blessings come.</p> -<p>A communion service followed the presentation of -the suffering and rejoicing of Demeter, in which all the -initiates drank of the same cup with the representatives -of the goddesses. These ceremonies appealed to -the eyes and imaginations of the celebrants through a -form of religious mesmerism.</p> -<p>The ceremonies over, the crowds moved slowly out -of the Telesterion. From the entrance to the rock-terrace, -Persephone and Agne, the woman who had -represented Ceres, watched the departing throng.</p> -<p>“An appreciative audience, do you not think so, -Persephone?” asked the older woman.</p> -<p>“I sincerely hope so,” replied the girl. “My -greatest happiness can come only from successfully -convincing others that there is a future existence for -all who deserve it.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_139">139</div> -<p>“I saw my cousin, Cleodice and her daughter, -Eumetis,” said Agne. “There was a young man -seated between them, and I believe he must be the one -to whom Eumetis is betrothed. He will find Eumetis -a worthy mate, for a more unselfish girl never lived. -She loved Polygnotus, but when she realized that her -sister, Corinna loved him, she stepped aside and gave -Polygnotus every opportunity to pay court to her sister. -But see who is coming to pay court here, little -Persephone! Behold Pluto is vanished, and in his -stead we see Ephialtes. I was young once, Persephone, -and if I mistake not, your greatest happiness lies with -him, not in revealing a future life to others. Do not -misunderstand me, my dear, your part as Persephone -is a noble one and may be for a year or two yet, but -then younger Persephones will come to the front, and -you do not want to become a Demeter!” here Agne -laughed bitterly. “I once stood as you now stand and -hesitated between a lover and an ambition,—and now -I am just Demeter, truly a noble calling, but not life -as it should be. You are life, Persephone! You personify -it! Then live it, and Ephialtes will gladly share -it with you.”</p> -<p>Persephone was amazed at Agne’s frank outburst. -She had always known her as a devout, conscientious -woman whose interest in her part of Ceres in the mystery-play -was the obsession of her life. It was now -vividly impressed upon her that Agne had once been -young as she was, that Agne had once loved and been -loved, and now Agne’s advice was to make the most of -that love which comes in life’s spring-time.</p> -<p>“But I always thought you wanted me to succeed -you some day as Demeter!” the girl exclaimed wonderingly.</p> -<p>“Maybe some day you can, but live first. Demeter -was a mother, and I believe a real mother will present -the truths of our belief more vividly than can one who -has never known the joys and pangs of motherhood.” -With these words Agne left the maiden just as -Ephialtes approached.</p> -<p>“Come with me to the Grotto of Pluto, Persephone,” -said Ephialtes. “I wish to have a word -with you alone.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_140">140</div> -<p>The Grotto of Pluto was a half furlong distant -from the Great Hall which the two now left by way -of the rock-terrace. The night breeze from across the -Rharian plain was warm and laden with the odors of -grain fields.</p> -<p>“The usual cool sea breeze has deserted us tonight,” -remarked Persephone, “but I love equally well -that which blows from the land. It seems to bear a -message from others who live in our own fair land -and to unite us by its common touch.”</p> -<p>“I love that wind,” said Ephialtes, “which blows -across the water from strange, unknown lands, bringing -with it a feeling of mystery. It is characteristic, I -suppose, that the woman love her native land and the -familiar haunts of her childhood, but the man longs -to explore the unknown.”</p> -<p>“Yes I love Greece, Ephialtes, and who would not? -It has the richest pale-blue air, the loveliest mountain -forms and silvery estuaries, sinking far into the heart of -the land!”</p> -<p>They arrived, meeting no one, at the entrance of -the Grotto of Pluto.</p> -<p>“Let us go in,” said Ephialtes softly. “There is -a new statue of Iacchos I would show you.”</p> -<p>“Some other time, Ephialtes. There is no one -here. Tell me what you said you wished to tell me -when we were in the Telesterion.”</p> -<p>Ephialtes was keenly disappointed that the girl -would not enter the grotto with him. His impulse was -to carry her bodily there, but he knew her utterances -of remonstrance would attract attention, so he -silently obeyed her wish, feeling impotent rage.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_141">141</div> -<p>“On the second night of the next full moon, there -is to be a festival of Dionysus on the island of Naxos. -Will you go with me, Persephone?”</p> -<p>He was standing before her; he clasped her hand -and gazed pleadingly into her eyes. She hesitated and -turned thoughtfully away.</p> -<p>“I will go with you if I may take Agne as chaperone,” -she replied.</p> -<p>Ephialtes answered with well concealed irritation: -“Very well, if you insist, but surely you do not mistrust -a friend of such long standing as myself, and oh -my dear Persephone, will you not change your answer -to my question which was put to you last when we -drifted together in the barge off of Salamis?”</p> -<p>“My answer is the same, and by the way, have -you found any clue to the identity of the traitor of -Thermopylæ?”</p> -<p>The young man glanced furtively about him and -made answer: “Not yet, but you may rest assured I -will find him since my future happiness depends upon -it. Goodbye now, sweet Persephone, till the second -night of the full moon. I shall count the hours as lost -till I see you.”</p> -<p>He strode toward her as though to embrace her, -but warned by her attitude of aloofness, merely imprinted -a kiss upon her hand. He could well afford -to bridle his passions so as not to offend her before -the excursion to Naxos.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_142">142</div> -<h2 id="c18"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XVIII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Agne’s Advice.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Could love part thus? was it not well to speak,</p> -<p class="t0">To have spoken once? It could not but be well.”</p> -<p class="lr">Tennyson.</p> -</div> -<p>Alone in the darkness outside the cave of Pluto, -the words of Agne kept ringing in Persephone’s -ears:—“Live first! A mother will present the -truths more vividly than one who has never known the -joys and pangs of motherhood.” Was this longing -which filled her being, love for the man who had just -left her, or was it merely an indefinable desire to fulfill -the requirements of nature in regard to her sex?</p> -<p>A short distance away the massive temple stood -in dim relief against a starry sky. An occasional group -of celebrants passing between it and the silent figure of -the girl, revealed the sacred edifice and its precincts in -the fluctuating lights of their torches. Life to Persephone -had not been unlike that solid masonry, which -had stood since it was built, unaffected by storms without, -but now the flickering lights revealed it in a new -aspect; showed it by the wavering illumination to contain -secret nooks and crannies which had before been -invisible. So had this new emotion lighted Persephone’s -soul till it brought into evidence secret -chambers of her being of which she had been heretofore -unconscious.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_143">143</div> -<p>Once before this yearning had taken possession of -her being—she blushed with shame to think of it, but -it was when the Persian officer had kissed her, after -they had witnessed together the great battle. Of course -it was wicked, she thought to herself, to think of that -brute who had dared contemptuously to push aside the -first civilities of their acquaintance, and behave in such -a rude manner, for Ephialtes who was a Greek had -never dared——</p> -<p>“Anyway,” she said half aloud, “he was probably -killed at Platæa and it serves him right—only—of -course—death is a pretty severe penalty just for kissing -a girl, even if one has no right to do it—no, I hope -he isn’t dead. He wasn’t as handsome as Ephialtes, -but there was something more courageous and masterful -about him, and his eyes didn’t shrink from looking -right into mine—”</p> -<p>With her hand upon her breast, her eyes wide -and bright, she said aloud:—“Live first! A mother -will present the truths more vividly than one who has -never known the joys and pangs of motherhood.”</p> -<p>The sudden consciousness of someone standing -near, caused her to start violently and stammer in confusion, -as she realized her last thoughts had been -audible. A young man had appeared out of the -shadows.</p> -<p>He came a few steps nearer and said humbly: “I -beg your pardon for this intrusion. I came from the -temple to explore the Grotto, then I saw you standing -here, truly a vision to satisfactorily complete this -impressive scene. I stood and watched you. I had no -idea you would think aloud!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_144">144</div> -<p>Even in the faint light Persephone had recognized -her rescuer of the Acropolis, and though her heart -quickened its beat and her cheeks flushed, she resented -his having heard her words, and said somewhat -haughtily: “I thought all the Persians had left Greece -by this time.”</p> -<p>“All the Persians have,” he replied. “I am a -Greek.”</p> -<p>A contemptuous smile curled her lips. “It must -be convenient to be able to change one’s nationality at -will!”</p> -<p>Her words stung him, but he did not swerve from -his purpose. He took a step closer to her and said -evenly: “I have been searching for you ever since the -Persians were defeated at Platæa and now I have -found you. Who are you Persephone?”</p> -<p>She did not shrink from him at his approach, but -with lips slightly parted and eyes wide with wonder, -gazed steadfastly into his face. As their eyes met, his -features relaxed from their severity, and once again -he felt the same impulse to hold and kiss her as he had -after the miracle of Salamis. All disdain had vanished -from her attitude, and the words he had heard her -speak and the vague yearning which they expressed, -might not he—? His arms were stretched forth to -take her, his lips eager to meet hers, when the vision -of another face came between; the face of one to whom -he had made a sacred promise of love! Was he weak, -that he could change his nationality and his sweethearts -to accommodate his moods? He backed away, covering -his face with an uplifted arm, and uttered a sob, “It is -too late, little girl! Forget that I sought you after the -Mysteries, forget that I love you.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_145">145</div> -<p>Persephone’s lips quivered as she asked faintly: -“Why is it too late?”</p> -<p>He did not answer, so deep was his emotion. Suddenly -a new thought occurred to him and he asked -roughly, “That fellow who played Pluto with you, does -he—love you?”</p> -<p>She lowered her eyes in embarrassment as she answered, -“He has said so—but—”</p> -<p>“That is enough,” Zopyrus interrupted rudely, -“had you any—thought of accepting his attentions? -This may seem rude to you,” he added apologetically, -“but believe me, my motives are pure in asking you -this.”</p> -<p>Persephone looked shyly into the eyes of the man -whom she now knew she loved more dearly than any -other, and desiring to entice him into an avowed declaration -of his adoration of her, she said demurely: “Circumstances -might favor my acceptance of the young -man who played with me as Pluto.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus ground his teeth in secret dismay. He -knew she was innocent of the fact that her would-be-lover -was a traitor, but how could he, Zopyrus, who -was in honor bound to renounce her, reveal her lover’s -identity, and bring disappointment to the maiden’s -heart whose longings he had heard in her own words -but a short time ago. He could not, he felt, be like the -dog in the manger of which Aesop had written. If he -could not have her, he could not deny her happiness -with another—but a traitor! Perhaps it was best that -she should know before it was too late. He looked -again into her eyes and opened his mouth to speak, -then with a shrug of despair he turned and left her.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_146">146</div> -<p>He was gone, and so were all the celebrants bearing -torches. The temple was now an indistinct black -blot against the sky. No cracks and crannies were -revealed by wavering lights! Someone touched her -arm. It was Agne!</p> -<p>“Did you take my advice, dear Persephone?” -whispered the woman. “Did you decide to live? Did -you accept him?”</p> -<p>“Did I accept whom?” asked Persephone dazedly. -“Oh, yes—no—, I—that is he is going to take me to -celebrate the festivities at Naxos on the second night -of the full moon. Will you, dear Agne, go with us as -chaperone?”</p> -<p>Agne consented and said, “I know he loves you. -He seemed loath to leave you just now. Do not allow -his role as Hades to prejudice you against him.”</p> -<p>Persephone felt relieved, for by Agne’s last remark, -she knew that in the dark Agne had mistaken the -stranger for Ephialtes.</p> -<p>“You are right, Agne, I will live while I am young. -When Ephialtes asks me for an answer at Naxos, I -will accept him.” Persephone’s voice faltered, and -Agne misunderstood the cause of the quavering tones.</p> -<p>“I wish you, dear girl, all the happiness that -might have been mine, had I chosen differently when I -stood at the forks.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_147">147</div> -<h2 id="c19"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XIX.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Ephialtes’ Plot.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“So drives self-love through just, and through unjust,</p> -<p class="t0">To one man’s power, ambition, lucre, lust.”</p> -<p class="lr">Pope.</p> -</div> -<p>It was eventide in the Agora. Booths were being -closed for the night while merchants and customers -were preparing to seek the comfort of their homes. -Gradually the streets became quite deserted except for -a few dogs whose opportunity to feast came at the -close of day when some of the refuse from the meat -and vegetable markets lay about the stalls.</p> -<p>Cimon on his way to dine at the home of Pasicles -nearly collided with a figure as he turned the corner -directly in front of the shop of Aphobus, a dealer in -jewelry and vases. After the first moment of surprise -at meeting anyone at this hour he recognized Ephialtes. -With a friendly nod and word of greeting he would -have passed on his way, but Ephialtes called him by -name and indicated that he wished to speak with him.</p> -<p>“My dear friend Cimon,” he began, “excuse me -if I seem to intrude where your affairs are concerned, -but after having been myself a witness to the evidence -of your great passion for the girl Ladice, I can not but -desire to assist you and I believe I can be of some use -to you in attaining your heart’s desire if you will but -listen to me.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_148">148</div> -<p>Cimon detected the reek of wine upon the breath -of Ephialtes and fought against a desire to give some -plausible excuse and hasten on his way, but the words -of the latter undeniably aroused his curiosity.</p> -<p>“Are you aware,” continued Ephialtes, glancing -about to make certain they were not heard, “that -Ladice is now a ward of the great Themistocles.” -Ephialtes laid special emphasis upon the word “great” -and looked keenly to note the affect of his words upon -his listener.</p> -<p>Cimon made an impatient gesture. “Do you think -to make me jealous of a man twice my age who has -a family of ten children, and has probably taken Ladice -under his protection because he was a personal friend -of her brave father who was killed at Salamis?”</p> -<p>“Indeed you misjudge me, my friend,” replied -Ephialtes assuming an aggrieved air. “I had not -thought of him in the role of lover. But while she is -under the protection of Themistocles her mind must -constantly be impressed by his opinions, and you know, -yourself, that the statesman does not love you nor did -he your father before you. And why, pray tell me, -does Themistocles hate you? Ah, you hesitate because -of personal modesty, but I will tell you why. It is because -you are likely to become his bitter rival. He -sees in you not only qualities which he himself possesses -as a leader, but likewise some that you have -inherited from your brave father. He fears to lose -public favor, and you, would you hesitate to take for -yourself that which he might lose?”</p> -<p>Ephialtes could see that his words had touched -a vulnerable spot.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_149">149</div> -<p>“It is true,” replied Cimon, “that Themistocles -would never consent to my suit, but you forget that -Ladice does not return my affection.”</p> -<p>“With Themistocles out of the way your chances -with his ward are far greater,” persisted the other. -“Now I have a friend by the name of Leobotes who for -personal reasons, dislikes the statesman so much that -he would gladly cause his downfall. Leobotes is endeavoring -to stir up public opinion against Themistocles -and thus bring about the latter’s banishment. -With Themistocles out of Greece forever what is to -prevent you from stepping up into his place? And -once there you can see realized your ambitions of -uniting Sparta and the islands with us in an alliance, -and at the head of hosts of faithful followers you can -put down the revolts of our colonies. Do you think that -with you as tyrant of Athens, Ladice would continue to -treat you with disdain? My dear fellow,” laughed -Ephialtes clapping him upon the shoulder, “she would -gladly forget the disgrace in which your father died -and would be proud to be the chosen bride of the idol -of Athens!”</p> -<p>Cimon’s vanity could no longer resist the subtle -power of Ephialtes’ flattery. In his mind’s eye he pictured -himself the envy of all men. He would first win -the favor of the populace by his magnanimity, then he -would rebuild the temples of Athens that had been -destroyed; the Acropolis must have a splendid shrine -to her goddess, and as Ephialtes had said, the city must -be on friendly terms with Sparta. As he realized that -all this which he visioned was possible of achievement -he could scarcely hold himself in restraint. Though it -was already past the dinner hour at the home of the -poet, Cimon continued talking and planning with -Ephialtes, all else forgotten.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_150">150</div> -<p>“Come with me now and I will introduce you to -Leobotes,” suggested Ephialtes, and he was amazed at -the readiness with which the other complied.</p> -<p>They threaded their way through the winding -streets which without walks were lined on either side -by the rough masonry of the houses. Since it was past -the hour of the evening meal they met parties of youths -singing and laughing and exchanging coarse jests, all -of which was a painful reminder to Cimon of a period -of his youth, not so long ago, that he would just as -soon forget.</p> -<p>Cimon did not trust Ephialtes, but the well contrived -scheme which the latter laid before him was -irresistible. As they brushed by open doorways, obtaining -brief glimpses of life within or heard occasional -snatches of conversation, an ecstatic mood -possessed Cimon. Might not he some day possess the -power to change the lives of these people and to put -his name upon their lips, his name spoken in praise and -reverence!</p> -<p>As they approached one entrance, a pretty child, -a girl of about ten years, sat upon the doorstep holding -in her arms a very young infant. Cimon paused, -for he was always irresistibly drawn toward children, -and drew aside the shawl which covered the baby’s -face.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_151">151</div> -<p>“Oho,” he laughed bending over the tiny figure, -“behold, Ephialtes, a future citizen of Athens, and -who knows,” he added meditatively, “the possibilities -that lie in that small bundle of life. What is his name, -child?” pinching the girl’s cheek. “A good name -means a good start in life.”</p> -<p>The girl’s brown eyes flashed proudly. “We have -given him a wonderful name. There is no better in -Athens. We call him Themistocles.”</p> -<p>Ephialtes laughed outright and pulled at Cimon’s -tunic. “Come,” he said, “we must hurry on—to the -business of naming the unborn citizens of Attica.”</p> -<p>The house of Leobotes was the last one before the -widening of the street, where four other lanes like the -fingers of a hand united at the palm, and the so-called -“palm” was a small square beautified by an ornate -drinking place. The two men refreshed themselves at -the well before seeking to gain entrance at the home -of Leobotes. The owner himself answered their knock.</p> -<p>It is a peculiar thing that we are sensitive at times -to the proximity of extremely agreeable or antagonistic -natures, though they be out of range of sight or -hearing. Such a feeling of repellence Cimon possessed -as he stood at the doorway of Leobotes. True -he had never loved Ephialtes any too well, but there -was a subtle charm of manner in the handsome young -Greek that drew his victims toward him, an attraction -that Leobotes with perhaps no baser traits of character, -lacked.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_152">152</div> -<p>Leobotes was a thin man with a pointed beard of -sandy color and shifty eyes of a nondescript pale blue -variety. His appearance was anything but inspiring, -and Cimon felt his previous aspirations shrivel within -him whenever he tried to meet the evasive glance of -this friend of Ephialtes. Leobotes, as soon as he had -been informed of the reason for the visit, set some -wine before his guests and after taking a draught himself, -rubbed his hands and smacked his lips as he -turned to Cimon, whom he had known by sight as the -son of the hero of Marathon.</p> -<p>“I am a patriotic and loyal citizen,” he began, -“and I believe in promoting that which is for the good -of our beloved city, and I believe equally,” he paused -impressively, “in doing away with that which is a -menace to Athens. Themistocles is only waiting his -chance to sell our city and the freedom of its inhabitants -to the highest bidder. How do I know? I was -near him at Salamis and I heard the messages he sent -by his slave to the Persian king, to block the Greek -ships up in the bay.”</p> -<p>“Is it possible,” asked Cimon deeply impressed, -“that he sent such word to Xerxes?”</p> -<p>“Not only possible,” exclaimed Leobotes, “it is a -fact. As you know that was done too,” he concluded -with an air of satisfaction.</p> -<p>“Yes it was done,” Cimon acknowledged, “but we -won, did we not? Terror fell upon the Persians when -they heard the loud chant of battle and the martial -sound of trumpet from the Greek ranks and soon ships, -Persian ships, were colliding, their oars—”</p> -<p>“Yes, I know all that,” Leobotes interrupted with -impatience, “but that was all contrary to the way -Themistocles had planned, and I believe the purpose -of the deed and not the result should be the cause of -punishment to the perpetrator.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_153">153</div> -<p>“If the truth were sufficient to convict him,” said -Cimon, “I should agree with you that the motive of an -act is of primal importance, but do you not think banishment -a very severe punishment unless the accusers -can obtain the most convincing evidence against the -accused?”</p> -<p>Leobotes smiled as he said, “You are aware of the -accusations of Medism against Pausanias. The lure of -wealth and an eastern satrapy following his victory at -Platæa proved too attractive. Just recently a slave -sent by him with a message to the Persian king was -overcome by curiosity and upon reading the contents -of the missive learned that he was to be put to death -as soon as his message was delivered. So had all -previous messengers between Pausanias and Xerxes -met their fate in order that absolute secrecy might be -maintained. This slave returned to Greece and made -known to the Ephors the treachery of his master.”</p> -<p>“What did Pausanias do?” asked Ephialtes for -whom the fate of a traitor possessed a peculiar fascination.</p> -<p>Leobotes turned his pale eyes in the questioner’s -direction, and to the latter his voice sounded like the -utterance of judgment as he replied: “Pausanias fled -just yesterday to a shrine of Poseidon in which place -he feels secure for the present against any violence.”</p> -<p>All three were silent for a few moments. At length -Cimon asked, “Do you believe Themistocles to be implicated -in this plot of Pausanias?”</p> -<p>Leobotes hesitated before answering. He did not -like the reluctance which Cimon showed in accepting -what he, Leobotes, liked to think of as proof of -Themistocles’ guilt.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_154">154</div> -<p>“It seems to me,” he answered evasively, “that -all men who have tasted success in battle and have won -public favor, sooner or later succumb to an insatiable -yearning for worldly riches and glory no matter at -what price.”</p> -<p>“Now Cimon is very different,” said Ephialtes -quickly, fearing that the trend of conversation was -beginning to defeat the purpose for which he had -sought Leobotes’ help. “If Cimon were to succeed -Themistocles as the leading Athenian, he would accept -no bribery.”</p> -<p>“No of course not,” agreed the older man, quick -to comprehend the significance of the other’s remark. -“There are some men whom one knows instinctively -are above such deeds.”</p> -<p>Feeling that this was a suitable remark for Cimon -to ponder, he arose and refilled the empty wine goblets.</p> -<p>“Well what do you propose that I should do?” -asked Cimon after he had drained his cup.</p> -<p>“Nothing for the present but talk,” answered -Leobotes. “You are popular and influential. A word -from you will go twice as far as a lengthy speech from -either Ephialtes or myself.”</p> -<p>“Do you really think my influence could be felt?” -asked Cimon as he arose to leave.</p> -<p>“My dear young man,” Leobotes made answer, -and his tone was ingratiating, while at the same time he -turned and gave a knowing nod to Ephialtes, “Much -is expected of you as the son of a brave soldier. Your -name is on the tongues of many, and there is only one -man who stands between you and the highest of mortal -attainments. Need I say more?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_155">155</div> -<h2 id="c20"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XX.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Ward of Themistocles.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t2">“Talk of thy doom without a sigh;</p> -<p class="t2">For thou art freedom’s now, and fame’s,—</p> -<p class="t0">One of the few, the immortal names</p> -<p class="t2">That were not born to die.”</p> -<p class="lr">Fitz-Greene Halleck.</p> -</div> -<p>In compliance with a request from the hero of -Salamis, no less a person than Themistocles himself, -Zopyrus betook himself to the home of that -personage. The two had met frequently at public -gatherings, and Zopyrus, influenced by the first words -he had heard fall from the lips of Aeschylus which were -tributes of praise to Themistocles, had since that time -looked upon the actions and utterances of that statesman -with approval.</p> -<p>A servant admitted him and led him through the -reception room to a doorway which opened into a bright -and cheerful solarium. The statist stood with arms -folded and head bent in reverie. Upon hearing a footfall -he turned quickly and greeted Zopyrus with outstretched -hands.</p> -<p>“Welcome, my young friend,” he cried delightedly. -“You come at a time when cheerful companionship is -much needed. As if the cares of a nation are not -enough, the gods are giving me more than my share -of personal woe.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_156">156</div> -<p>Zopyrus seated himself in the sun-lit room and -surveyed the luxuriant growth of potted tropical -plants.</p> -<p>“One ought never to feel sad here,” he remarked, -“but tell me what troubles you Themistocles.”</p> -<p>“I will first tell you of my political worries, though -perhaps you share the opinion of many of my former -friends, and can anticipate what I am about to say.”</p> -<p>“I can not know exactly what you wish to say, but -I presume it has to do with the turning of popular -favor against you.”</p> -<p>“Yes, that is at the bottom of my sorrow. Once—” -here Themistocles’ voice broke and he could not continue -for a moment, “once I was greatly honored and -deservedly, Zopyrus. Do not think me a braggart to -say so—but you will remember the favors that all -Athens showed me after Salamis. I was and am still -sincere in my hope for the welfare of this most glorious -of cities, but personal enemies have sown the seeds -of mistrust, and now former friends pass me with -averted faces, and many cast glances of distrust. Did -I not thwart the over-ambitious Sparta? Now the populace -begins to clamor for a younger man, which is good -and natural of course, but this young man favors an -alliance with Sparta, and even argues that such a compact -will be to our advantage. This young man, do -you know him?” asked Themistocles with fervor.</p> -<p>“I believe you mean Cimon, the son of Miltiades, -do you not?”</p> -<p>“The same,” cried Themistocles, “the son of a -veritable rascal, so what can one expect!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_157">157</div> -<p>“Personally I admire Cimon,” said Zopyrus -quietly. “He is a warrior, every inch of him, and I -favor the plan of appointing him successor to Aristides -as commander of the fleet.”</p> -<p>“Then you too are against me!” cried the older -man hotly. “I had counted on your friendship as an -unswerving reality, but I realize there is no such -thing as human constancy.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus was deeply moved. “I do not for one -moment doubt your sincerity in serving Athens, and -at the time of Salamis your policy was a wise one and -saved Greece from a sad fate, but conditions have -changed since Platæa.”</p> -<p>“Do you know,” asked the statesman leaning toward -his young companion and lowering his tones, -“that there were those who doubted me at Salamis -and were ready to believe that my scheme for compelling -the Greeks to fight was an act intended to favor -the enemy? Had the Persians been victorious at the -time my doom would have been sealed.”</p> -<p>“Athens is too severe, too critical,” continued -Themistocles, his voice rising in excitement. “Because -such men as Miltiades and Pausanias become arrogant -and selfish after Marathon and Platæa, they assume -that I must do likewise after Salamis. This Delean -League which is proposed by Cimon would exclude the -Thessalians and Argives, both as you know friendly -to us, and would substitute allies of Sparta. The -national spirit which made the Greeks omnipotent -against the millions of Darius and Xerxes must live -again! Oh, Athens is temporarily blind, blind, and I -am powerless to save her now! You are young, Zopyrus, -will you not fight this confederacy and clear my -name of suspicions of intrigue with Persia? Seek one -Leobotes, an old enemy of my family, and prevent -him from pressing against me the charge of Medism. -Do this, my friend, and anything that is within my -power I will do for you.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_158">158</div> -<p>“I will do what I can,” replied Zopyrus earnestly. -Changing the subject he said, “You have heard no -doubt, of the fate of Pausanias?”</p> -<p>“I can imagine what it is, but I had not heard.”</p> -<p>“I was informed before coming here,” said Zopyrus, -“that starvation in the temple of Poseidon ended -his miserable existence. As you know a wall had been -built around the temple and armed guards stationed -without who watched night and day. Just before the -end came he was brought forth into the open to die -that he might not pollute the temple.”</p> -<p>“Alas poor Pausanias!” cried Themistocles, “how -relentless are those who think ill of us! You were -guilty of the charge against you, but by the gods I -am not!”</p> -<p>Zopyrus was deeply impressed by the grief of -Themistocles. He put his hand into his tunic and tore -from his throat a talisman that had hung on a slender -chain. Thrusting it into the hand of the amazed -Themistocles he whispered hurriedly, “I hope you may -never need it, but should it prove necessary, this will -make you welcome at the court of Xerxes or his successor -either at Persepolis or Susa.”</p> -<p>As Zopyrus finished speaking a light step was -heard in the adjoining room, and a moment later -Ladice entered. Upon observing another person, she -turned and would have withdrawn had not Zopyrus -stepped forward with the words: “Ladice have you -so soon forgotten your rescuer?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_159">159</div> -<p>The girl hesitated a moment, then her features lit -up with a pleasant smile of recognition. “I had forgotten -your name but I have told Themistocles many -times of your bravery.”</p> -<p>Both men gazed with masculine approval into the -smiling gray eyes of the girl that looked out from -beneath a halo of sunshine and copper colored hair.</p> -<p>“So Zopyrus is your deliverer!” ejaculated Themistocles, -“and he is a Persian!”</p> -<p>“You should use the past tense there, my friend,” -said Zopyrus with emotion, “for I have been an -Athenian loyal and staunch ever since the death of my -friend Masistius.”</p> -<p>At the mention of the Persian’s name, Ladice -turned her head away to hide the tears which filled -her eyes. She sat silently while Zopyrus related the -story of his transformation. When he had finished -Themistocles placed his hands upon the youth’s -shoulders.</p> -<p>“You are worthy of your Athenian ancestry. If -you can rescue me from a fate as bad in its way as -Ladice’s threatened to be, you will be in my opinion, -second only to Zeus himself.”</p> -<p>“I will do all that I can,” said the young man -heartily, “and will begin with my friend Cimon who -has proved too talkative of late.”</p> -<p>After Zopyrus’ departure Themistocles turned to -his young ward and placing a hand upon her bright -hair said, “It would greatly please me did you find -favor in the eyes of this young Zopyrus.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_160">160</div> -<p>Ladice blushed in painful confusion as she replied, -“For some time I feel that no one can fill the place -that my brave Persian, Masistius held, besides I have -heard it rumored that Zopyrus is to wed the daughter -of Pasicles.”</p> -<p>For some moments there was silence between them. -Suddenly Themistocles said fiercely, “As long as -Cimon stays away from you, I care not to whom your -heart may turn, even were it the son of my hated -rival Aristides!”</p> -<p>“Father, for such you have been to me since -Platæa,” said Ladice, her lips trembling with emotion, -“I have wondered if Cimon’s animosity toward you -is not aggravated by my coldness to him. Has it not -occurred to you that he may consider that you alone -are responsible for the failure of his suit? If I were -to accept his attentions, is it not likely that he would -discontinue his efforts to turn the Athenians against -you?”</p> -<p>“It is possible, Ladice,” said the statesman -sadly, “but I would under no consideration allow you -to sacrifice your happiness for me. You are young, -while I—perhaps it is better so!”</p> -<p>The girl touched the hand of her foster-father with -loving tenderness as she said: “But what if I have -found that I do love him, but have hesitated to speak -before, knowing as I do your justified hatred of him!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_161">161</div> -<p>The hero of Salamis placed his hand under the -maiden’s chin and lifted her face till he could search -the eyes that sought to veil themselves beneath the -sweeping lashes. His look seemed to penetrate the -innermost recesses of her soul. She struggled to free -herself from the gaze that held her, as she cried beseechingly: -“Only believe me, Themistocles. Do you -not see that I can marry the man I love and free you -from the terrible disgrace which threatens you?”</p> -<p>The man’s arms dropped to his sides and his -mighty head sank to his breast. Ladice stepped -away smiling for she knew his attitude was significant -of resignation.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_162">162</div> -<h2 id="c21"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXI.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">In the Shadow of the Acropolis.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Oh, yet we trust that somehow good</p> -<p class="t2">Will be the final goal of ill,</p> -<p class="t2">To pangs of nature, sins of will,</p> -<p class="t0">Defects of doubt, and taints of blood.”</p> -<p class="lr">Tennyson.</p> -</div> -<p>Zopyrus bade Themistocles and Ladice farewell -and turned his footsteps absent-mindedly to the -house of Pasicles. As it was still early in the -afternoon he decided to walk to the Acropolis and view -again the spoils of the late war that were there on -exhibition. Thinking to avoid the busy street that -passes to the front of the Theatre of Dionysus, Zopyrus -sought the shady but unfrequented side of the Acropolis. -He was arrested by the sound of conversation -punctuated with light laughter. Something familiar in -one of the voices caused him to proceed cautiously.</p> -<p>Seated upon a moss-grown ledge, the lofty wall of -the Acropolis covered with creepers forming an artistic -background, sat Corinna, daughter of Pasicles. Zopyrus -gazed in mute astonishment, for this coquettish -maiden seemed a new Corinna and not the sister of the -serious Eumetis, or the betrothed of the artist, -Polygnotus. Leaning against the ledge and gazing up -at the girl with steadfast attention was a florid-faced -young man, a stranger to Zopyrus. The boldness of -his demeanor displeased Zopyrus greatly, and he decided -to remain where he was and investigate the -stranger’s intentions to Corinna.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_163">163</div> -<p>Covering Corinna’s head was a handsome brocaded -scarf. When the girl tossed back her head in laughter, -the scarf slipped off and fell to the ground. The youth -picked it up, shook off the dust and restored it to its -owner. Corinna joyfully received it and warmly -thanked the young man who assured her he would delight -in rendering her a real service some day.</p> -<p>Zopyrus watched the two for some time and was -about to conclude that it was perhaps a harmless flirtation -when the man’s face suddenly lost its expression -of gayety and took on a serious aspect, while his eyes -gleamed with a lustful light.</p> -<p>“My invitation of a few minutes ago was no joke, -Corinna. Will you go with me to Naxos on the second -night of the next full moon? You will be the queen -of all there, you beautiful girl, with your crown of -auburn hair.”</p> -<p>Corinna drew away from the too ardent gestures.</p> -<p>“No, I can not do that. My parents, my sister, yes -and Polygnotus,” she added with a blush, “would be -horrified.”</p> -<p>“Do not let them know,” persisted the man. “Have -you not a sick friend who might be visited that night?”</p> -<p>The maid hesitated. “Give me time to think it -over. You say there will be other girls and that the -ceremonies are beautiful?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_164">164</div> -<p>“Yes indeed,” he cried eagerly, laying a hand on -hers, “there will be others, but none so lovely as you! -As for the artist, he is too serious to enjoy life. With -him, Corinna, you would soon become an old woman, -but I am different. I enjoy life and I can make you -so happy that the festival of Dionysus will be an event -in your life that you will never forget.”</p> -<p>“Well I will try to arrange it so I can go. Where -shall I meet you?”</p> -<p>“At the harbor of Piræus, an hour after sunrise.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus needed to hear no more. He hesitated -between informing the girl’s parents of what he had -heard, and on the other hand, saying nothing about it, -but going to Naxos himself, unknown to her, as her -guardian. After debating the problem all the way -home, he decided upon the latter plan as the better, in -that it might spare Pasicles and Cleodice disappointment -and mortification.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="gs">* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<p>On the day following the events of the preceding -chapter, Cimon was the recipient of a message the purport -of which caused him to doubt the accuracy of his -sight. The note was from Ladice, the ward of Themistocles, -requesting him to meet her in the latter part -of the afternoon at the mossy ledge on the east side of -the Acropolis. Believing that it was all part of a dream -from which he would awaken to miserable reality, -Cimon hurried to his trysting-place with fast beating -heart. His eyesight might still be tricking him, but -there standing by the ledge, her figure draped in a -gown of palest blue that revealed while yet it concealed -the graceful lines of her form, stood Ladice, the one -being who could raise him to the heights of Olympus -or plunge him to the depths of Hades. The desire to -take her in his arms was controlled so that he presented -a calm and dignified exterior as he approached with -the words: “I am here in answer to your summons, -Ladice, and I am at your service.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_165">165</div> -<p>She raised to his, eyes that betrayed no emotion -either of love or hatred, as she made reply: “I am here -simply to say that if you will cease in your attempt -to bring about the ostracism of Themistocles and will -try to undo the evil you have already committed, I -will become your wife, otherwise my former decision -concerning a marriage between us remains -unchanged.”</p> -<p>Cimon could no longer doubt the truth of his -senses. This lovely maiden whom he adored was offering -herself to him, body and soul, but in return for -what? Ah yes, if he would discontinue his efforts to -banish the one man who stood between him and the -pinnacle of fame and fortune which had but recently -appeared above him as possible of access. He looked -about him wildly, while for a moment his mind seemed -a chaos. Athens or Ladice, a city or a maid, fame or -marital bliss! He could feel the blood throbbing at his -temples while it seemed an eternity before he could -speak.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_166">166</div> -<p>Around him lay the city that he loved, the city -for which his father had fought and died, the home of -his youth and the shelter of his maturing ambitions. -Before him stood a maiden in an attempt to rescue -whom, a friend had forfeited his life. Revenge toward -her because he had failed to awaken in her heart the -love for which he yearned, had caused him to first listen -to the words of Ephialtes. Later had come the other -ambition. With a cry that expressed a realization of -freedom after long confinement, Cimon stepped forward -and took the impassive form of Ladice in his -arms.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_167">167</div> -<h2 id="c22"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">A Letter From Sicily.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“... How beautiful,</p> -<p class="t0">Sublimely beautiful, thou hoverest</p> -<p class="t0">High in the vacant air! Thou seemest uplifted</p> -<p class="t0">From all of earth, and like an island floating</p> -<p class="t0">Away in heaven. How pure are the eternal snows</p> -<p class="t0">That crown thee!”</p> -<p class="lr">James Gates Percival.</p> -</div> -<p>Ever since Zopyrus had seen again the girl whom -he had rescued from the Persian soldiery, he -could think of little else. She filled his conscious -thoughts and at night he dreamed of her, but -he had made up his mind with stern resolution that -he would be true to his promise to Eumetis who seemed -to love him devotedly. The wedding had been postponed -from the end of the Mystery celebrations to -the third night of the full moon.</p> -<p>An idea came to Zopyrus while he was in the -library copying manuscripts for Pasicles the afternoon -following his eavesdropping near the Acropolis. If the -marriage ceremonies were celebrated one night before, -that is on the second night of the full moon, Corinna -could not go to Naxos with the stranger, for she would -be obliged to attend the nuptials of her sister. The -idea had just impressed him as the best way to save -Corinna, when Pasicles entered the library and placed -in Zopyrus’ hands a missive, bearing upon its exterior -the stamp of Hiero, tyrant of Syracuse.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_168">168</div> -<p>“Do you know,” cried the young man with delight, -“this letter is from Aeschylus! Will you not seat -yourself and hear it?”</p> -<p>“Not now,” replied Pasicles, “I came only to deliver -the letter into your hands and to tell you that -the writing of an ode for the recent victor of the -Nemean games, takes me immediately to Argolis and -I can not possibly be back until the day of yours and -Eumetis’ marriage.”</p> -<p>“Oh,” cried Zopyrus with unconcealed dismay, -“can you not come the day before, as I wish to put the -date one day ahead.”</p> -<p>Pasicles attributed Zopyrus’ disappointment to -impatience for the approaching marriage to take place, -and laying a fatherly hand on his shoulder smiled as -he said: “One day is short compared to eternity, my -boy, and I shall have to hasten back to get here on the -third night of the full moon. Farewell and give my -regards to my brother poet when you write.”</p> -<p>“One day!” thought Zopyrus, “yes, it is short -compared to eternity, but sometimes one day will determine -how we spend eternity!”</p> -<p>He fingered absent-mindedly the parchment which -Pasicles had brought him, then broke the seal and read:</p> -<p>“To Zopyrus at the house of the poet Pasicles in -Athens, greetings from Aeschylus at the court of Hiero -at Syracuse:</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_169">169</div> -<p>“You have been in my thoughts much of the time -since I left our fair land. I have wondered how you -fared at the Mysteries and if in the joys and sorrows -of Ceres and Persephone, you recognized life’s pleasures -and tragedies. Happy is he who has seen these -things and then goes beneath the earth, for he knows -the end of life and its God-given beginning. Remember, -my son, that death is no ill for mortals, but rather a -good. Ceres, Persephone, Ares, Athena, Aphrodite, -Hera, Hermes and all the others are merely personifications -of the various aspects of divine truth and -goodness which are in reality embodied in one supreme -Being of whom every star of heaven, every wave of -ocean, every leaf of the forest, every blade in the -meadow, every rock on the shore, every grain of sand -in the desert, is a manifestation. But I will not bore -you with a rehearsal of my beliefs, for we shall have -glorious opportunities when I return to Greece to discuss -these things at length.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_170">170</div> -<p>“In company with the most noble Pindar whose -lofty and dignified odes have won him considerable -fame, and the venerable poet, Phrynichus and Simonides, -whose poem exalting the battle of Marathon took -first place over mine, and the nephew of Simonides, -Bacchylides and others, I crossed the Isthmus of -Corinth where a merchant vessel awaited us in the gulf. -There was little to break the monotony of our trip -through the gulf of Corinth. We skirted the northern -coast of Achaia, stopping at Patræ<a class="fn" id="fr_6" href="#fn_6">[6]</a> for more food. -At noon of the third day we passed between the islands -of Cephallenia and Zacynthus, and from then on for -many days only the vault of the heavens and the blue -expanse of the Ionian Sea met our gaze. Imagine then -with what delight we first beheld the misty contours -of land! It was not Sicily which lay before us, but the -Southern end of the Italian peninsula. We got no -nearer than to behold it as a long line of purple clouds, -but bore on to the southward until in the glow of a -magnificent sunset, Mt. Ætna like a giant clad in crimson -and gold seemed to guard the glorious panorama -before us. Never, my friend, have I been so impressed -with the grandeur of nature, and so it was with my -friends! We stood in awe together and watched the -volcano grow gradually larger and more distinct till -we could discern the little homes clustered about its -sloping base, each with its patchwork of vegetable gardens -about it. Above these, groves of olive trees, their -grotesque trunks entwined with grape-vines, flourished -to add their supply of olives, oil and wine to the rich -exports of this island. Lifting our eyes still higher -we beheld another zone of vegetation, as beautiful in -its way as the lower ones. This wooded belt was -densely covered with evergreen pines, birchwoods, -oaks, red beeches and chestnuts, and was a veritable -forest primeval. As the forest ascended the hillside -it grew thinner and more stunted in appearance till -only low shrubs marked its upper boundary, beyond -which was barren rock, and then as if Ætna hoped to -leave a favorable lasting impression, its snow-crowned -summit stood out in dazzling relief against the roseate -sky which marked a dying day.</p> -<p>“This was truly a wonderful first impression of -Sicily, but it was with no less degree of delight that -we passed around the little island of Ortygia the next -day, and saw for the first time the gleaming white -buildings and green parkways of Syracuse. Pindar -called it the fairest of mortal cities.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_171">171</div> -<p>“We were warmly welcomed by Hiero, whose chief -avocation is the patronizing of the arts of which music, -sculpture and painting are as highly favored as poetry. -He spares no effort to make us feel that we are at -liberty to discuss pro and con any subject that may -arise. So we often sit warm evenings in the garden -of the palace about the silvery-sprayed fountain and -listen or give voice to various opinions.</p> -<p>“It has been our pleasure to visit the temple of -Arethusa on the island of Ortygia, where it is said the -nymph for whose worship the fane was erected, was -changed to a spring to escape the unwelcome attentions -of the river-god Alpheus who had pursued her -as she fled underground from Sicily.</p> -<p>“The city of Himera demanded some of our interest -and attention since it was the recent scene of -conflict and bloodshed. Hiero tells me that the -Carthaginians under the leadership of Hamilcar were -routed by the stratagem of Gelon, brother of Hiero and -tyrant of Syracuse before him, on the same day that -the battle of Salamis was fought. You were no doubt -so interested in the affairs of Greece that the fate of -her colonies was of minor importance. This was true -in my case, but I have since learned that Terillus, governor -of Himera, had been expelled by Theron, despot -of Agrigentum, a flourishing city on the west coast. -In a spirit of revenge, Terillus summoned the Phoenicians -to attack Himera, but Gelon, hearing that the -Carthaginians had been assured of aid by a certain -traitorous Greek, sent a body of his own men to the -Carthaginians as if they were the promised help. This -band of Greeks turned on the Phoenicians and held -them at bay till others rushed in and the city was saved. -In this conflict Hamilcar was killed.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_172">172</div> -<p>“To the south lies a city that I love; Gela, named -for the brave Gelon. The fields of grain and the groves -by which it is surrounded were presumably the original -haunts of Ceres and Persephone. It is here that I wish -my earthly body to be laid at rest when the spirit -has fled.</p> -<p>“What of affairs at Athens? We hear that the -shrine of Apollo at Delos is the center of the new confederacy. -I predict that Cimon will come to be a -great representative of Hellenic unity and he will -accomplish much through this Delian League. All this -will be in opposition to Themistocles’ opinions, but -Themistocles has had his day and must step aside for -those who are younger in years and newer in ideas. -I sincerely hope there is no truth in the rumor that -Themistocles may be ostracized. Say a good word for -him, Zopyrus, even if your views differ from his.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_173">173</div> -<p>“Of one thing more I wish to speak before I conclude -this letter, and that is of my son, Euphorion, at -Eleusis. You remember I told you I lost a son at -Thermopylæ, but I did not tell you of my other son -two years his brother’s junior. It would please me -greatly to have you call and see him. I have told him -of you. You will have much in common, for the lad -shows the same love of poetry and philosophy that I -do, and has vowed from babyhood that he will follow -his father’s profession. I know you would enjoy such -a visit to Eleusis especially since your initiation into -the Mysteries.</p> -<p>“Remember me to the noble Pasicles and his -family. The length of our sojourn in Sicily has not -been decided, and I shall probably write you again -before I leave. If you find time I shall be interested -in hearing from you in regard to yourself and also -affairs of state. May the blessing of the One rest -upon you.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_174">174</div> -<h2 id="c23"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXIII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Festivities At Naxos.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Now measuring forth with Attic grace</p> -<p class="t0">(Like figures round a sculptured vase)</p> -<p class="t0">The accent of some mythic song,</p> -<p class="t0">Now hurled, a Baccic group along.”</p> -<p class="lr">Aubrey de Vere.</p> -</div> -<p>The sun was scarcely an hour above the horizon -when seven skiffs in festive regalia left the harbor -of Piræus southward bound. Six of them were -filled with youths and maidens bedecked with flowers. -Across the serene blue where scarcely a ripple was perceptible, -the voices of the merry-makers floated, returning -in echoes from the temples of marble, gleaming -white on the naked promontories. The seventh boat -was laden with goats intended as sacrificial offerings -to the god Dionysus at his temple on the island of -Naxos.</p> -<p>Ephialtes and Persephone, accompanied by Agne, -whom Persephone has insisted upon taking as chaperone, -were seated in the foremost vessel. Persephone -sat at the prow gazing out across the waters. Her -tunic and skirt were of pale blue trimmed with golden -brocade of an intricate pattern. Her brown-gold hair -lay in waves over her temples which were encircled by -a plain gold band from which hung a chaplet of -sapphires, lying on her forehead.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_175">175</div> -<p>To Ephialtes she had never appeared more beautiful. -He thought of the evening that they had glided -in this manner off Salamis. He intended to ask her -the same question, hoping she had long since forgotten -the request she had made of him. He turned frequently -with ill-concealed annoyance toward Agne who -sat at Persephone’s left. Ephialtes felt that now as -in the Mystery drama they were Hades, Ceres and -Persephone; that Ceres strove to keep her daughter -under her protection, and like Hades he desired to -snatch her from the maternal arms and keep her for his -own. He did not know that Agne’s advice had been -favorable to his suit. Had he been acquainted with -this fact he might have been more tolerant of the older -woman.</p> -<p>As the afternoon wore on, a light breeze stirred -the waters into wavelets which gently lapped the shores -of various islands of the Cyclades which they passed; -islands filled with sanctuaries and fanes of white -marble which gleamed ghost-like in the gathering dusk. -At length the moon loomed colossal beyond the island -of Paros, throwing up contours into misty and spectral -relief, and softening all things with its touch of silver.</p> -<p>The festive boats passed Paros, with its temple to -Poseidon, the occupants gazing ahead in eager anticipation -till the rocky promontories of Naxos arose -darkly from the pathway of phosphorescence, then with -one impulse from every throat burst the hymn to -Dionysus. Nearer and nearer came the celebrants, -loftier grew the cliffs of the island and louder echoed -the pæan until at last the boats drew up one by one -in a sheltered cove.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_176">176</div> -<p>Dense foliage grew close to the steep pathway, the -ascent of which was facilitated by steps cut in the soil -or formed naturally by the exposed roots of trees. -Through the branches the newcomers could see the -lights, twinkling as people passed to and fro—then the -white columns and the pleasing proportions of the -temple came into view.</p> -<p>Persephone, Ephialtes and Agne were the first -arrivals of the first boat, and made their way unhindered -to the temple which they entered, mingling -with the delirious throng whose acclamations rang -through the great hall. It seemed to the arrivals from -Athens that every inhabitant of Naxos was here celebrating.</p> -<p>A great gong silenced the sound of talking and -laughter after all the Athenians had arrived. A curtain -at the end of the <i>cella</i> dropped revealing the image -of the god of wine and revelry and immediately a -hymn of praise was sung following which the sacrifice -of a goat was consummated at the feet of the idol.</p> -<p>Night was turned into day, wine flowed freely and -many a youth’s spirits rose in proportion to the amount -of wine he imbibed. To all this revelry Persephone and -Agne were horrified witnesses. They had heard that -Dionysus was worshipped with much rejoicing, especially -at his temple at Naxos, but they had not had -occasion to realize to what depths his worshippers -sometimes fell. The two women looked furtively about -seeking some way in which they might escape unobserved -to the boats where for a few drachmas a -couple of rowers would take them back to the mainland. -They crouched near a pillar watching with increasing -terror, wine-filled creatures who caroused around them. -Many a youth lounged upon a couch or the flower-strewn -floor, his head in some fair one’s lap.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_177">177</div> -<p>Ephialtes made his way with unsteady step to -where the two women cowered. The Greek blood which -ran in his veins preserved his grace even in drunkenness. -Laughingly he held toward each a goblet of -sparkling wine which they declined. In provocation -he accidentally spilled the contents of the cup proffered -to Persephone. For an instant he stood dismayed -watching the blood-like liquid as it flowed over the -marble floor, then with frenzied determination, he -forced between the lips of Agne the wine contained in -the other goblet, after which he stood swaying unsteadily -with folded arms, a sinister smile curling his -handsome lips. Persephone determined to flee but she -did not want to leave Agne at the mercies of the -drunken brutes around them.</p> -<p>“Come, come, Agne,” she whispered wildly, “You -and I never dreamed what would be the nature of this -celebration—oh, Agne!”</p> -<p>The older woman made an attempt to answer and -even to rise to her feet, but in vain! In another instant -she sank in a pitiful heap, apparently lifeless. Persephone’s -temples throbbed with angry passion as she -turned toward Ephialtes.</p> -<p>“There was a narcotic in that wine! I am glad -mine was spilled.”</p> -<p>“There was no drug in yours, Persephone. I did -not bring you here to put you to sleep. It is a living -maiden I want!” cried the young Greek passionately.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_178">178</div> -<p>He lurched toward her to take her in his arms, -but she eluded his grasp and he found himself embracing -the fluted pillar near which she had sat. A chance -observer roared with laughter, and calling to his companions -cried, “A king of revelers here, my friends. -What say you to crowning him as Bacchus? Down with -the god of stone and up with one of flesh and blood!”</p> -<p>So saying he and his male companions ran to the -throne where the stone Dionysus sat. With unnatural -strength due to the freeness of their imbibing, they -tore the god from his throne and forced the half reluctant -Ephialtes upon it. The wreath of grape leaves -which had adorned the head of Dionysus, was rudely -snatched from it and placed upon the young man’s -curls.</p> -<p>After Ephialtes was ceremoniously enthroned, -someone cried out, “where is Ariadne? Bacchus must -have his Ariadne! Where did she go? Bring her -back!”</p> -<p>This appeal was answered by a rapturous shout, -and several youths started in pursuit, returning -shortly, dragging Persephone with them.</p> -<p>“Bacchus shows good taste,” cried one. “She is -surely a rival of the maiden whom Theseus deserted on -these very shores!”</p> -<p>“Up with her,” cried another, “she must occupy -the throne with him. She shall be his queen.”</p> -<p>“That she shall!” cried Ephialtes, his courage returning -as he beheld the beautiful frightened face of -the girl whom he loved.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_179">179</div> -<p>He stooped from the throne and lifted in his arms -the form of the now unconscious girl. Across her -marble-white forehead strands of loosened hair -streamed. The soft blue light from the circlet of -sapphires which lay on her cold brow, contrasted -strangely with the ruddy brilliance of a ruby clasp -which adorned the hair of Ephialtes above his passion-flushed -countenance. He received a goblet of wine -which had been proffered to him and put it to the lips -of the fainting maiden. The draught brought her back -to consciousness, and she gazed dazedly about, then -suddenly the horror of her situation came upon her. -With an agonized cry she rose to flee but was seized -roughly by Ephialtes who, impassioned, leaned over -her, covering her face and throat with burning kisses.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_180">180</div> -<h2 id="c24"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXIV.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">Dionysus and Ariadne.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“... Far in the east</p> -<p class="t0">The Aegean twinkles, and its thousand isles</p> -<p class="t0">Hover in mist, and round the dun horizon</p> -<p class="t0">Are many floating visions, clouds, or peaks,</p> -<p class="t0">Tinted with rose!”</p> -<p class="lr">James Gates Percival.</p> -</div> -<p>The second day of the full moon arrived. All -necessary preparations had been made for the -marriage ceremony of Eumetis and Zopyrus -which would take place on the following day.</p> -<p>Corinna approached her mother as the latter stood -near the altar of Zeus, in conversation with the prospective -bride and bridegroom.</p> -<p>“Mother,” said the girl. “I have just learned that -my dear friend Gorgo is ill and wishes me to go immediately -and spend the night with her. I will be back -for the wedding tomorrow.”</p> -<p>Cleodice’s eyes shone with maternal approval as -she surveyed the eager, youthful face so like her own.</p> -<p>“What will Polygnotus say?” asked Eumetis.</p> -<p>“Oh he will recover from the effects of one evening -spent outside of my presence,” replied her sister -indifferently.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_181">181</div> -<p>Zopyrus stood silently by. He had been grievously -disappointed and shocked at Corinna’s duplicity, and -had hoped that before the fateful day arrived she would -repent of her former decision and abandon the proposed -trip to Naxos with the stranger. However her -present conversation with Cleodice assured him that -she hung tenaciously to her original purpose.</p> -<p>“By all means spend the night with your sick -friend, Corinna,” said a voice from the entryway, and -turning the four beheld the young artist who had -heard the conversation unobserved by the others.</p> -<p>Zopyrus greeted Polygnotus heartily. He thought -at first to apprise him secretly of Corinna’s proposed -trip to Naxos, but upon second thought he decided that -there might be a better way of preventing the girl from -committing such a folly without grieving her lover. -The deep sincere eyes of the artist rested a moment in -loving regard upon the face of Corinna who flushed -deeply, turning demurely away. Her mother and sister -each placed an arm lovingly about her, and the -three women left the atrium.</p> -<p>When they were gone Polygnotus turned enthusiastically -to Zopyrus and said: “I have good news! -Cimon has just been made commander of the fleet, and -is contemplating visiting Sparta with Alcmæon in behalf -of the alleged confederacy.”</p> -<p>“Your news is pleasing to my ear, and I rejoice -with you and Cimon—but,” Zopyrus glanced about -and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Will you not -speak well to Cimon of Themistocles and ask him to do -his utmost to put down this charge of Medism against -the statesman?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_182">182</div> -<p>“I will do what I can,” replied Polygnotus. -“Cimon is more a warrior than a statesman. His -methods are direct and bold, often sadly lacking in -diplomacy. He believes that when a man has served -his purpose in life and is no longer useful to the community -in which he dwells and may even become a -detriment to those whom he once served, he should be -cast aside as one would shed a worn garment when its -season of beauty and service is past. Cimon and -others like him also believe that when maturity of age -is passed and the power of decision begins to wane, the -very burden of long experience perplexes the mind and -engenders doubt and fear instead of confidence. Will -you come with me this evening to the home of Cimon -to congratulate him upon his success and to speak a -good word for Themistocles? But I had forgotten—tomorrow -you will wed, and possibly you have arrangements -to make in regard to the ceremonies. -Corinna and I are to follow your example before long, -but Cleodice does not wish to lose two daughters at -once, and Eumetis is the older.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_183">183</div> -<p>“I am delighted to hear that your marriage will -take place soon. I must be going now as I have a duty -to fulfill,” said Zopyrus as he turned to go.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="gs">* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<p>Not long after this conversation a chance observer -might have seen a young man of aristocratic bearing, -crisp blond curls and noble face, walking with elastic -strides toward Piræus. He was clad in the short dress -of a laborer, called an <i>exomis</i>, and upon his head was -a narrow-brimmed, close-fitting cap. As he neared the -harbor he proceeded cautiously, desirous of observing -all that was taking place without being seen. To his -consternation he saw that three boats with their occupants -had already been launched upon the sea. Vexed -with himself for having arrived so late he scanned the -people who remained upon the shore waiting to be -assigned to other boats. It was almost unbelievable -but it was true! The sun unmistakably revealed a head -of auburn hair and close to it the bullet-head and thick -florid neck of a young man. Zopyrus, for it was he -who clad in the woolen <i>exomis</i> instead of his customary -linen <i>chiton</i>, watched the two closely, pulled the brim -of his cap well over his eyes and approached the waiting -youths and maidens. Several he recognized as the -sons and daughters of prominent Athenians. Another -filled boat was leaving, the rowers diligently plying the -oars. It was apparent that Corinna and the heavy-set -youth would be of the number to fill the next boat. -Disguising his walk, Zopyrus made his way quickly to -the waiting skiff and approached one of the oarsmen.</p> -<p>“Ten drachmas for you if you will let me take -your place at the oars,” he said in a low tone.</p> -<p>The fellow looked amazed, prepared to turn his -back upon Zopyrus, then suddenly thought better of -the offer. He put forth his hand and when to his surprise -the coins fell into his upturned palm, he sprang -free of his seat and ran to the shore leaving his place -at the oars free to the generous stranger.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_184">184</div> -<p>Zopyrus took the vacant place and had not long -to wait before the young people filled the waiting boat. -In unison with his fellow oarsmen, Zopyrus assailed the -task briskly, and soon the graceful little skiff was well -out into the harbor. The first boat was a mere speck -near the horizon to the south as the one in which -Corinna was a passenger, emerged from the entrance -of the harbor. Zopyrus was grateful for the opportunity -for strenuous physical exercise. It took his -mind off of his own sorrow. He realized presently that -he was listening unconsciously to the conversation of -two men.</p> -<p>“What did you say were the names of the seven -boats that left for Naxos?” asked one.</p> -<p>“They are named for seven goddesses or nymphs,” -replied the other, “Doris, Leucothea, Metis, Aegle, -Amphitrite, Doto and Persephone. This one is the -‘Persephone.’”</p> -<p>Zopyrus let his oars drift when he heard the last -statement. Was the vision or name of Persephone to -haunt him throughout life? When he was on land the -leaves on the trees seemed to whisper “Persephone,” -and now on the water, the boat in which he sat bore -her name, and the ripples that washed its sides murmured -the beloved accents.</p> -<p>The afternoon wore on, the sun’s rays became -more slanting and the boats glided across the water -like silent spirits. At length night descended upon the -water—but no, it was growing brighter. Where but -a few moments before the hills of distant Paros had -slept on the edge of the darkness, now curve on curve -was silhouetted against the silvery light of the moon, -and the ripple of the oars on the water made a sheet -of phosphorescence in its shadowy depths.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_185">185</div> -<p>When Paros was passed, from across the water -there floated on the gentle breeze the Dionysian hymn, -sung by the occupants of the four preceding boats. -Those in the “Persephone” joined in the chant, and -Zopyrus heard Corinna’s pure, soft tones mingling -strangely with the harsh notes of her companion.</p> -<p>As the prow touched the bank Zopyrus sprang -from his seat eager to set foot on land, but he was -checked by the glances of indignant remonstrance cast -upon him not only by his fellow oarsmen, but by the -others as well. He turned his face quickly into the -shadow fearing to be recognized by some of the youths -and maidens of Athens, but his fears proved groundless. -After the boat had been emptied of the Bacchanalians, -Zopyrus quietly stepped ashore, sauntering -leisurely till beyond the range of vision of the oarsmen, -who if they intended observing the rites of Bacchus, -preferred to bide their time. Once out of their sight -and hearing, Zopyrus quickened his pace, keeping well -protected by the bushes and tree-trunks that lined the -path, till he paused in awe as there appeared in a clearing -to the left before him, the white Ionic columns and -chaste lines of the Temple to Dionysus. Alas that its -spotless purity was defiled by the wild orgies within! -Its portals were thronged with gay devotees, and the -sound of laughter and singing blended with the tones -of flute and barbiton.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_186">186</div> -<p>By now, indifferent to his plebeian dress, Zopyrus -traversed the moon-lit sward to the temple and mingled -with the light-hearted revelers. Groups of celebrants -raised their voices in jubilant song, but here and there -detached couples, their faces stamped with passion and -lust, made horrible the scene. Now and then a <i>hetera</i> -with appealing glance passed close to where Zopyrus -stood like a statue, too horrified too move. The muscles -of his mouth were drawn and his face was haggard. -He suffered complete inertia till the sight of a girl who -reminded him of Corinna aroused him from his -lethargic state and he set out to find her before it was -too late, for he knew that she had been ignorant of the -nature of the revelries.</p> -<p>He pressed on down the length of the <i>cella</i>, scrutinizing -the face of every maiden, but he did not see -Corinna. As he neared the throne of Dionysus, the -sound of triumphant acclamations, poured from the -throats of a hundred devotees and Bacchantes who -stood about the throne, fell upon his ears. He pushed -his way nearer to the front, receiving many rebuffs and -scornful glances because of his mean attire.</p> -<p>“What is the excitement?” he asked of a young -man.</p> -<p>“You can see for yourself,” was the surly reply. -“Dionysus has turned to flesh and blood and shares -the throne with Ariadne!”</p> -<p>Zopyrus forced his way onward till he could see -the throne. He stood a moment as if petrified, then -with a few swift strides he was alone before the royal -seat, gazing with death-white countenance at Dionysus -and Ariadne.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_187">187</div> -<h2 id="c25"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXV.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">A Revelation.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Bacchus, Bacchus! on the panther</p> -<p class="t0">He swoons,—bound with his own vines!</p> -<p class="t0">And his Mænads slowly saunter,</p> -<p class="t0">Head aside, among the pines,</p> -<p class="t0">While they murmur dreamingly,—</p> -<p class="t0">‘Evohe—ah—evohe—!</p> -<p class="t5">Ah, Pan is dead.”</p> -<p class="lr">Elizabeth Barrett Browning.</p> -</div> -<p>Zopyrus stood with arms folded, his noble head, -perfect stature and dignified bearing appearing -most incongruous with the <i>exomis</i> he wore. -From across his folded arms he looked straight at the -mortal Dionysus, till the latter, feeling his impelling -gaze, looked up and flushed guiltily, though the man -who surveyed him so coldly was to him a total stranger. -Zopyrus walked to the throne, thrust the false Dionysus -rudely aside, seized the amazed Persephone in his arms -and tried to force his way through the crowd with her, -but the indignant remonstrances of the crowd made -futile his efforts.</p> -<p>“Down with him for violating the privileges of the -god!” cried one.</p> -<p>This outburst was followed with vociferous cries -of, “Take Ariadne from him!” “Throw him out!” -“Beat him!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_188">188</div> -<p>By this time Ephialtes had recovered his composure. -The appearance of the stranger had inexplicably -discomposed him and the attack had roused -his ire, but now conscious of his costly garb in contrast -to his assailant’s attire, he stood before the -throne and in imperious tones demanded the return of -Ariadne, as he called her.</p> -<p>Zopyrus released the girl from his embrace and -asked: “Do you wish to return to Pluto?”</p> -<p>For answer she stepped closely to Zopyrus’ side -and clung tenaciously to his arm. He gazed long into -the depths of eyes that matched the blue of her gown -and the sapphires upon her brow. The color mounted -to her temples, and as she bowed her head he noticed -that the rosy flush likewise suffused her neck and -shoulders which were partially visible through the -golden strands of loosened hair.</p> -<p>Ephialtes was infuriated by Persephone’s refusal -to return to him, and was nonplussed as to what method -he had best employ to obtain the maiden, when there -flashed through his mind the words of a sentence: “On -the day that you deliver to Greece the traitor of -Thermopylæ, I will become your wife.”</p> -<p>Straightening himself to his full height Ephialtes -commanded the attention of the audience.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_189">189</div> -<p>“I am about to make a revelation that will return -Ariadne to me, I believe,” he said smiling with -arrogant confidence. “The man to whom Ariadne -clings and is no doubt one of our oarsmen, is no other -than he who betrayed your country to the Persians before -the battle of Thermopylæ. Greece has long sought -him fellow countrymen, and yonder he stands, defiling -with his touch the maiden who plays the part of Persephone -at the Mysteries of Eleusis. What will you do -with him?”</p> -<p>“Kill him!” came the cry from hundreds of -throats, and with one accord the angry mob rushed -toward Zopyrus.</p> -<p>“Just one moment please,” said Ephialtes. “I -will wait for Ariadne, or Persephone of Eleusis, to -join me on the throne.”</p> -<p>He paused impressively, but Persephone did not -move.</p> -<p>“What,” he cried in indignation, “Did you not -promise to become my bride when Thermopylæ’s -traitor would be revealed by me?”</p> -<p>Persephone walked slowly toward Ephialtes who -stretched forth eager arms to receive her, but she -stopped a few paces before him and on her face was -an inscrutable smile.</p> -<p>“Not so fast, Ephialtes. I want the proof. You -dare not make such a statement without sufficient evidence -against him.”</p> -<p>Ephialtes was confused. He had not had enough -time to make up false testimony, but he knew that his -future happiness depended now upon how successfully -he placed the blame of his guilt upon the innocent man -before him.</p> -<p>“Hear me,” he said, “and I will tell you the circumstances.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_190">190</div> -<p>“Your testimony can avail naught, for my protector -here is a native Persian who knows nothing of -the mountain passes of Greece,” said Persephone in -a voice that rang clearly as a bell through the great -hall. A death-like stillness pervaded the <i>cella</i>; nought -was heard but the sharp intake of Ephialtes’ breath, -then from his lips there burst in stentorian tones: “If -this be true, a Persian in our midst is as deserving of -death as a traitor! Friends will you allow him even -so much as to touch the Persephone of the Mysteries?”</p> -<p>At this Persephone became alarmed and feared -lest in her ardent desire to defend her protector, she -had only made matters worse. Zopyrus, seeing her -agitated countenance, smiled reassuringly and raised -his arm to command general attention. A few rabid -revelers rushed forward to do violence to his person -but were checked by a voice in the throng: “Hear him! -No man should be condemned without being permitted -to say a word in his own behalf.”</p> -<p>The furious denunciations of the intolerant ones -subsided, and Zopyrus turned and walked slowly toward -Ephialtes who gradually retreated before the -compelling gaze of his antagonist, till he reached the -throne upon which he sat, quite unconscious of what -he did. Zopyrus’ demeanor changed instantly. He -bowed low before the amazed man upon the throne and -said with impressive solemnity:</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_191">191</div> -<p>“O Xerxes, King of the Medes and Persians and -would-be conqueror of the world, I come to you with -an important message. For two days your soldiers -have been defeated by the Greeks at the entrance of -the pass of Thermopylæ. The Greeks are so inferior -in number that right now is the time to strike, but not -in the method heretofore employed. The Greeks are -well trained, and if they are to be conquered, it must -be by the greater forces of the enemy. Listen, O -Xerxes! If you would succeed in overwhelming the -enemy, you must attack from behind, but this you can -not do since you are not acquainted with this wild, impassable -country. I am a native Malian and well acquainted -with this locality. If you will make it worth -my while, I will show you a mountain pass that will -lead you to the rear of Leonidas’ army unobserved.”</p> -<p>During the Persian’s recital, Ephialtes’ behavior -had undergone many mutations. From startled curiosity -to fearful apprehension, thence to genuine fright -and finally to abject terror, his demeanor had rapidly -changed. By the time the Persian had ceased speaking, -the Greek’s face was as livid as a corpse.</p> -<p>Zopyrus sprang to the side of the doomed man -and clutching him by either shoulder cried, “Speak, -traitor of Thermopylæ. What have you to say for -yourself?”</p> -<p>For answer Ephialtes drew from the folds of his -robe a ruby handled dagger which he raised for a -death-dealing thrust at Zopyrus, but the latter, free -from the influence of wine, was the quicker, and caught -his enemy’s arm in its lightning-like descent, thus -warding off the blow that might have been fatal.</p> -<p>A muttering that grew to a rumble and then to a -mighty roar that shook the very pillars of the temple -was heard, and with one impulse an angry mob rushed -toward the dais. Above the din and confusion a voice -screamed: “Death to the traitor who opened the gateway -to Greece! Upon his head and no other rests the -loss of our homes and the deaths of our fathers and -brothers.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_192">192</div> -<p>Zopyrus drew the half fainting form of Persephone -to his side and with one strong arm gave her bodily -support and with the other forced a passage through -the enraged crowd down the length of the <i>cella</i>. At -the door they turned and looked back toward the throne -which was completely hidden from their sight by the -oscillating wave of humanity which hovered about it -and its ill-fated occupant.</p> -<p>Shuddering with horror they rushed out into the -darkness. The cool breeze from across the water revived -their benumbed senses. As they sped along the -pathway which led to the shore, the drunken figure of -a man emerged from a clump of bushes to their left. -Zopyrus would have ordinarily paid no heed, as the -man was in type a duplicate of hundreds of others -within the temple, but something familiar in the drunkard’s -appearance caused him to pause and take a second -look, and in doing so he recognized beyond the -question of a doubt the coarse companion of Corinna. -His conscience smote him as he remembered that although -he had come to Naxos for the very purpose of -serving as Corinna’s protector, he had abandoned her -to whatever fate might befall when he had seen Persephone -in distress.</p> -<p>He seized Persephone’s hand and said hastily: -“Come with me. We must find Corinna.”</p> -<p>“Do you mean Corinna the daughter of the poet -Pasicles?” asked Persephone.</p> -<p>“The same,” he replied, “Do you know her?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_193">193</div> -<p>The girl nodded. The young man continued talking -as they hurried on in the direction whence the -rough man had appeared. “She came to Naxos in the -company of that brutish-looking man we met and I -intended to protect her, but you know the result! When -I saw you, you were in dire need of help and I could -no more have left you to suffer at the hands of that -traitor than I did that day on the Acropolis when the -Persian, Artabazus would have harmed you.”</p> -<p>He turned half timidly to her, ashamed of his -adoration for her whom he now had no right to desire; -for the image of a pure and noble maiden stood between -them.</p> -<p>“Tell me how you knew Ephialtes to be the man -who betrayed Greece at Thermopylæ,” she asked.</p> -<p>Zopyrus related in detail the episode of his eavesdropping -in the tent of Xerxes, and Persephone was -about to tell why Ephialtes had been so eager to accuse -someone of being the traitor at Thermopylæ, when a -white form, partially concealed by undergrowth a few -paces before them, attracted their attention simultaneously.</p> -<p>Zopyrus sprang ahead and dropped to his knees -beside the prone figure of a girl which he discovered -lay in the stillness of death. Something cold seemed -to grip his heart and everything about him seemed to -melt into a whirling cloud! With a faint cry of anguish -he lost consciousness just as Persephone ran up to him. -She bent over him and looked into the lifeless face of -the girl.</p> -<p>It was Corinna, the daughter of Pasicles!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_194">194</div> -<h2 id="c26"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXVI.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Home of Aeschylus.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Gone, and the light gone with her,</p> -<p class="t0">And left me in shadow here!”</p> -<p class="lr">Tennyson.</p> -</div> -<p>The god Hymen did not have charge of the ceremonies -at the home of Pasicles: the goddess -Mors officiated in his stead! Corinna was laid -away in her eternal rest, and the house and garden that -had often echoed the sound of her gay laughter were -silent! Even the boy Mimnermus, tip-toed about in -awful solitude, gravely impressed by this, his first -experience with death.</p> -<p>Polygnotus was a daily visitor, whose calm dignity -combined with his kindly sympathy, made him an -ever welcome one. For Zopyrus he felt a genuine love -which had but recently developed from his former fellowship -and friendly regard. One an artist, the other -a poet by natural inclination, they understood each -other upon the ground of their common adoration for -all that was beautiful and true and good whether represented -by picture or by word.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_195">195</div> -<p>One day, several weeks after the tragic occurrences -at Naxos, Zopyrus happened to come upon the letter -which his beloved friend, Aeschylus, had written him -from Sicily, and it reminded him of the poet’s request -that he visit his young son at Eleusis, so without further -delay he set out mounted upon a richly caparisoned -steed, lent him for the occasion by Cimon. As he -passed through the Dipylon Gate he became aware for -the first time that heavy storm clouds were rapidly -gathering ahead of him, but having arrived thus far on -his journey, he did not wish to return. The broad road -that always stretched peacefully into the distance a -winding silver band, was now hazy with whirling eddies -of dust; and the usually tranquil branches of the olive -trees on either side were bending and swaying under -the force which Boreas exerted upon them.</p> -<p>The storm with all it fury did not burst upon him -till he had passed the fountain of Kallichoros at which -place he might have secured shelter. With his eyes on -distant Eleusis he pressed on toward his goal gradually -becoming unmindful of his soaking garments, and of the -fact that a numbness was taking possession of his faculties.</p> -<p>Aeschylus had once described his home to Zopyrus -as being the first abode west of the great temple, and -Zopyrus gasped with delight as the classical outlines -of a home typical of the upper-class citizen of Attica -burst upon his sight. A high wall enclosing a garden -space lay between the temple precinct and the home of -the poet. As he entered the gate, a life-sized statue of -the goddess Demeter, bearing in her arm a sheaf of -corn stood at the edge of the garden to his right, and -near by in marble stood the cheerful fun-loving figure -of the faithful Iambe, who sought to alleviate her -mistress’ sorrow. But that which caught his eye and -held it was a fountain in the center of which was a -most artistic composition representing the rape of -Persephone. The faces chiselled in the cold marble -were so like the faces of Ephialtes and Persephone that -Zopyrus stood spellbound, unmindful of the fact that -a slave was approaching him and bidding him enter, -saying that his horse would be placed at once in the -stable.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_196">196</div> -<p>Zopyrus approached the door and found himself -gazing into the half curious, half laughing face of a lad -of sixteen, who said while he gripped Zopyrus’ arm -heartily: “I know who you are, for father told me you -were coming. But pray why did you choose such a -day as this in which to pay a call?”</p> -<p>“I take it that you are Euphorion, the son of my -most esteemed friend. I did not expect the storm to -break so soon, or I should not have undertaken the -trip.”</p> -<p>Euphorion surveyed his guest’s wet garments with -disfavor.</p> -<p>“You must get into dry clothes,” he said. “You -are shuddering now with the cold. Lycambes,” he -called to a servant, “take this man to my father’s -room and give him dry clothing.”</p> -<p>Zopyrus emerged from the upper chamber dry but -not comfortable, for his head felt as though a fire -burned in his brain, while his hands and feet were -numb. Euphorion had disappeared and in his stead a -young girl in white sat on the edge of the marble basin -of a fountain, industriously engaged in a work of embroidery. -She looked up as Zopyrus entered and the -latter as his eyes rested on her, thought he must be -suffering delirium, for it seemed he beheld Persephone!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_197">197</div> -<p>Zopyrus moistened his lips and he cleared his -throat so that his voice would be audible.</p> -<p>“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he -asked scarcely above a whisper.</p> -<p>The girl laughed coyly and toyed for a moment -with her piece of fancy-work while Zopyrus advanced -toward her a step. Then she raised her blue eyes in -whose depths Zopyrus read the same love-message that -he had at Salamis and at the Mysteries.</p> -<p>“I am exactly who I appear to be,” she said. “I -am Persephone of Eleusis. This is my home and—”</p> -<p>Zopyrus, eyes bright with the unnatural luster of -a fever, echoed her words as she finished: “Aeschylus -is my father.”</p> -<p>She threw back her head and tossed her curls and -before she realized what was about to happen, Zopyrus -held her in his arms, kissing her again and again the -while he murmured: “I love you Persephone, but I am -a Persian and must return to the encampment at -Phalerum. Salamis is saved—listen to the Hymn to -Dionysus! Can you find your way in safety to your -people?—Hear the chant—”</p> -<p>Persephone felt his hold upon her relax, and -though she tried to keep him from falling, he slipped -from her grasp and sank unconscious to the floor.</p> -<p>“Euphorion! Euphorion!” screamed the terrified -girl. “He is ill! Call Lycambes and together you must -carry him to father’s chamber and there make him -comfortable till I can summon a physician.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_198">198</div> -<p>His exposure to the storm, and the shock of finding -Persephone and learning her identity, had proved -too much for Zopyrus in his state of mental depression -and low ebb of vitality due to the Naxian tragedy. For -days he lay upon the couch of Aeschylus alternating -between chills and raging fever. In his delirium he -raved, and his listeners wondered at the names of -Persephone and Eumetis heard interchangeably to fall -from his lips. Pasicles, Cleodice and Eumetis were -frequent visitors till the crisis was past and Zopyrus -was a convalescent.</p> -<p>Upon one occasion a few days before Zopyrus expected -to be able to undertake the journey back to -Athens, he and Persephone were seated in the garden. -The statues of Ceres and Iambe stood in their accustomed -places, but the Hades and Persephone had -disappeared. Zopyrus asked no question for he felt -that Persephone was fully justified in her dislike for -that particular work of art, beautiful though it was.</p> -<p>“Tell me,” he said as they gazed across the ivy-covered -wall to where the sun’s rays illumined the top -of the temple, “is your name really Persephone, or are -you so called because of your part in the Mysteries?”</p> -<p>“My parents named me Persephone, hoping even -at my birth that some day I would play the part of -Persephone in the temple. I have fulfilled their hopes -in that respect.”</p> -<p>“You are adorable in the part, little Persephone, -and some time a real Pluto will come and carry you off -to his realm. If I—that is—sometime—Oh, Persephone, -I have no right to say it, but I adore you, and -if you will consent to marry me, I will arrange other -matters that might interfere.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_199">199</div> -<p>“I believe I know the ‘other matters,’ Zopyrus,” -said the girl, not daring to meet his gaze. “Eumetis -loves you, and there has been some understanding between -you. Go to her—but, oh my dear, my dear, -how can I stand it—yet I have said it. Go and keep -your vows to her. She will make you a good wife.”</p> -<p>“‘A good wife,’” groaned Zopyrus in mental -agony. “I don’t want ‘a good wife.’ I want the -woman whom I love heart and soul!”</p> -<p>He rose and though weak and unsteady of step -he advanced toward her with outstretched arms, but -she evaded his touch.</p> -<p>“Think Zopyrus,” she entreated. “Can you not -recall your advances of love to Eumetis? They were -promises, and must not be broken!”</p> -<p>He stood with head bent upon his breast and hands -clenched till the nails pierced his palms. When he -looked up his passion-distorted features were calm and -his voice was steady.</p> -<p>“You are right. My first duty is the happiness -of the pure girl who lost her sister through my neglect. -And you Persephone,” his voice and features again -showed deep agitation, “do not know that you lost a -brother, not through my neglect, but by my intention. -Your brother fell at Thermopylæ pierced by my sword! -The first time I ever saw you I knew that you were his -sister.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_200">200</div> -<p>“Phales!” cried the poor girl, raising tear-dimmed -eyes to heaven, “my twin brother! Why did your -spirit not warn me that this man who dared think of -me in love was your murderer!”</p> -<p>“Not murderer,” cried Zopyrus in deep anguish. -“Do not say that! I did it in the heat of battle and in -self-defense. I am no murderer and my conscience does -not reproach me for what happened at Thermopylæ. -Listen—Persephone!” But he stood in the garden -alone.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_201">201</div> -<h2 id="c27"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXVII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Allied Fleet Sails.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“And still from morn till eve I’ve scanned</p> -<p class="t0">That weary sea from strand to strand,</p> -<p class="t0">To mark his sail against the spray.</p> -<p class="t0">In vain! In vain! The morning ray</p> -<p class="t0">Shows not his bark ’mid all the seas.”</p> -<p class="lr">Thomas Davidson.</p> -</div> -<p>The opportunity for meetings between Cimon and -Ladice had been very rare since the former -wished as far as possible to avoid meeting -Themistocles. The young man had conscientiously endeavored -to rectify the harm that he had done against -the older man, but the populace preferred to believe the -evil charge which was still vigorously promoted by -Leobotes and other newly-won conspirators.</p> -<p>One afternoon Cimon walked briskly into the curio -shop of Aphobus. The little merchant was dusting -with loving care, delicate vases in ivory and bronze of -intricate designs.</p> -<p>“This vase,” he said, picking up a small urn in -terra-cotta with figures and designs painted in black, -“has depicted upon it in minutest detail the story of -the siege of Troy. Here we see Paris presenting -Aphrodite with the apple. There he is carrying away -the beautiful Helen. And here,” he added delightedly, -“is the wooden horse of Ulysses. How very—”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_202">202</div> -<p>“I did not come here to discuss the Trojan war,” -said Cimon abruptly. “I came to find out if there is -any truth to the rumor that Themistocles has disappeared.”</p> -<p>Before Aphobus could reply, the entrance to the -shop was darkened by another figure. Both men upon -looking up perceived it to be Lysimachus, son of Aristides.</p> -<p>“Have you heard the news?” he cried, and upon -receiving negative responses, continued. “Themistocles -has left Greece and it is believed that he has gone -to Persia!”</p> -<p>Cimon could venture no response but he listened -dully to the details as related by the son of Themistocles’ -former rival. But one question kept throbbing -in his brain: “Will she marry me now that Themistocles -has gone?”</p> -<p>He realized presently that Lysimachus was addressing -him personally. “I hear that the allied fleet -leaves tomorrow on its first expedition since the formation -of the Delian Confederacy, with you as its commander -in which capacity you succeed my father.”</p> -<p>“Yes we set sail on the morrow for Thrace to free -from Persian rule the town of Eion on the river -Strymon.”</p> -<p>Aphobus gazed with approbation at the manly -form of Cimon.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_203">203</div> -<p>“I have known you since you were a little boy,” -he said, “and I am proud to see you the first man in -Athens. This expedition is a noble enterprise, but -take care that while you are gone others right here in -the city do not arise to seek your position. I have in -mind a certain youth named Pericles. To be sure he -is not the soldier that you are, but he is a patron of -the arts and is interested in beautifying Athens, as -very little of that has been done since the war.”</p> -<p>“I do not fear Pericles,” answered Cimon. -“Athens is more interested at present in the results of -the recent formation of the Delian League which pertain -more directly to our colonies. After these troubles -are settled there will be time for the future rebuilding -of the city.”</p> -<p>Cimon took his leave of Aphobus and Lysimachus -and had gone but a few steps when he met Leobotes. -He wished to hurry on after a short nod of greeting, -but Leobotes stopped him with the words: “Congratulations, -Cimon, Themistocles has fled and now there is -none before you in Athens.”</p> -<p>“In my opinion Themistocles is fortunate to be -away from the immediate influence of the intrigues of -certain so-called ‘loyal citizens.’ The fate of Ephialtes -should prove a warning to such,” with which words -he walked away from Leobotes who was too much -astonished to reply.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_204">204</div> -<p>At last he had opportunity to think! So the fiery -statesman, Themistocles, was gone, and he, Cimon, had -been instrumental in bringing this about! Well he -knew that he had done his utmost to prevent this toward -the last. He had humbled himself that Themistocles -might not be thought guilty of treason, and -all this was for the purpose of obtaining the girl he -loved. He realized that whether by force of will or -unconsciously he was drawing nearer and nearer to the -home of Themistocles. He paused before the entrance, -ascended the steps and lifted the bronze knocker. -There was no response, so he gently pushed open the -door and entered. All was still. He proceeded -cautiously to the solarium and found it empty, but from -this room the faint sound of voices came to his listening -ear. They proceeded from the garden, so thither he -betook himself. From the top of a short flight of -stone steps which led to the garden, he surveyed the -abundance of plants and shrubbery which he thought -surpassed even those in the garden of Pasicles. He -caught sight of two female figures seated upon a bench -at the farther end of the garden. They were Ladice -and Asia, the youngest daughter of Themistocles. The -girls seemed to be indulging in mutual consolation.</p> -<p>A vague uneasiness that foreboded no good hovered -about Cimon as he approached with the words: “Do I -intrude?”</p> -<p>Ladice shook her head while Asia arose, hastily -excused herself and entered the house.</p> -<p>Cimon took the place that Asia had occupied and -said gently: “Ladice, you can not believe how I regret -what has happened. Believe that I did all within my -power to prevent this ever since our meeting in the -shadow of the Acropolis. I have come to take you with -me, Ladice. I sail in the morning for Thrace.”</p> -<p>“And you will go alone,” she replied drawing -away from him. “Do you think for one moment that -I will be the wife of the man who helped to cause the -ruin of one whose home has sheltered me for many -months? You failed in accomplishing your part of the -agreement; I do not have to abide by mine!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_205">205</div> -<p>Cimon’s face grew pale and his jaw acquired the -peculiar set appearance of indomitability.</p> -<p>“The trouble with me,” he cried, “is that I have -been too gentle, too lenient with you. My patience is -exhausted and I am going to take you by force.”</p> -<p>He caught her and held her close, though she -struggled to free herself from his almost brutal kisses.</p> -<p>“I am going to take you as the men of the mountain -countries take their wives,” he whispered fiercely, -and she felt his hot breath upon her cheek.</p> -<p>Frantically she struggled to gain her freedom, -succeeding at times in striking sharp blows upon his -face, but still he held her in a vise-like grip. Her desperate -struggles merely strengthened his determination -to conquer her, but when she realized the impotence -of her resistance, she resorted to the use of the most -effective weapon a woman can employ. In scathing -tones she reminded him of the dissipations of his youth, -of the disgrace of his father and ended with a direct -accusation of the ostracism of Themistocles, thus denying -any belief in the assurances with which he had -opened conversation with her upon entering the garden. -Suddenly his hold relaxed. He pushed her from him -and arose from the bench and there was a cold glint in -the eyes that a moment before had burned with the -light of desire.</p> -<p>“Very well,” he said, and his tones were clearly -cut and even, “the fair Agariste to whom my attentions -are not unwelcome will accompany me to Thrace.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_206">206</div> -<p>He turned and left her, a pitiful drooping figure. -Her posture remained the same for some moments -after he had gone, and so preoccupied was she that she -did not hear Asia re-enter the garden and seat herself -beside her.</p> -<p>“My poor dear girl, that man is a brute,” remarked -Asia indignantly. “At any rate you can rejoice -that he will molest you no more. I could not help -hearing some of the things he said, and I hope he and -his Agariste will meet no delays in getting away from -Athens. Why do you not laugh at your good fortune, -foolish girl? One would think from your crestfallen -appearance that you loved the man!”</p> -<p>Ladice looked up and smiled faintly through her -tears as she said, “Asia, I believe I do!”</p> -<p>“You do love him! that beast that makes three-headed -Cerberus look like a lamb!” cried Asia. -“Ladice, you must be crazy! Grief over my poor -father and the excitement of the past hour have unbalanced -your mind. Come let me get you to bed, -though there is yet another hour before set of sun.”</p> -<p>“No Asia, I could not rest,” said the grief-stricken -girl. “Please leave me. The garden is so beautiful -and I wish to be alone with my thoughts.”</p> -<p>Asia left her reluctantly making her promise to -retire early.</p> -<p>Once more alone Ladice marvelled at the change -that had come over her. From a cold, indifferent girl -she had changed into a passionate, loving woman. The -love must have come when she lay helpless in his arms, -she reasoned, but it was not a vital thing till he spoke -the words that stung her pride. How different was this -love from that which she had felt for the Persian, -Masistius! That had been like a clear and steady light; -this was a fire that leaped wildly while it consumed. -At times she smiled at the memory of his kisses, then -clenched her hands as she thought of the unknown -Agariste.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_207">207</div> -<p>Darkness fell but she took no food, and worn out -with weeping she dropped into a dreamless sleep. She -awoke with a sense of depression. It was dawn and -birds were twittering in their nests about her. It was -apparent from the silence that the household was still -wrapped in slumber. Gathering her shawl more closely -about her she made her way cautiously through the -house to the street. Along narrow lanes she threaded -her way with unnatural rapidity. She ran between -mud-colored walls that rose on either side, punctuated -with doors out of which stared disheveled women. Piles -of rotting garbage lay in her path and she was forced -to dodge now this way, now that, to avoid the slinking -forms of dogs that were seeking food among the piles -of refuse. As she neared the vicinity of the harbor she -met men and women who looked at her curiously. Then -she realized what an aspect she presented; wild-eyed -and with unkempt hair, but she cared naught for her -appearance. She was obsessed with one idea; to present -herself a willing companion to Cimon on his -journey.</p> -<p>On the quay she approached a woman, apparently -of the upper class, who with many others was gazing -steadfastly out at sea, with the words, “When does the -fleet said for Thrace?”</p> -<p>For answer the woman pointed to the distant -horizon where a few indistinct blots were barely discernible.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_208">208</div> -<p>“It sailed before sunrise,” said the woman. “I -came to see it off because the great commander Cimon -honored our family by taking my daughter Agariste -with him as his bride.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_209">209</div> -<h2 id="c28"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXVIII.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">The Hand of Fate.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Before he mounts the hill, I know</p> -<p class="t0">He cometh quickly; from below</p> -<p class="t0">Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow</p> -<p class="t0">Before him, striking on my brow.”</p> -<p class="lr">Tennyson.</p> -</div> -<p>Days lengthened into weeks, and weeks into -months. The fate of Corinna had lost none of -its horror, but time had mollified the poignancy -of the tragedy. Zopyrus still served as secretary to -Pasicles and in his spare moments he wrote a series of -essays entitled, “Memoirs of the Persian Court,” -which he intended to present to the great Aeschylus as -an aid to that poet in his poem the “Persæ” upon which -he was working.</p> -<p>Considering himself to be unworthy because of -his secret passion for the daughter of Aeschylus, he -had for some weeks delayed speaking to Eumetis upon -the subject of marriage, but one bright afternoon in -March when the bird-winds blew across Attica from -the Mediterranean, he asked her to join him in a stroll -to the Acropolis. She gladly consented, and together -they sauntered along the winding street westward toward -the hill which rose in majesty before them, the -pride of every loyal Athenian.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_210">210</div> -<p>“Let us rest on yonder moss-covered ledge,” suggested -Eumetis as they neared the eastern end of the -Acropolis. “Later we can ascend.”</p> -<p>“No, no,” exclaimed Zopyrus hastily, recognizing -the very place where he had seen Corinna and the base -creature who had accompanied her. “Let us to -the Theatre of Dionysus where we sat together and -witnessed ‘The Capture of Miletus.’ It was there you -first—” but he could not conclude the sentence and -walked along by Eumetis’ side, his eyes downcast with -shame that his tongue had faltered just at the moment -when he desired to bring up the subject of their -betrothal.</p> -<p>They entered the eastern gate of the theatre and -before them rose the stone seats, tier upon tier, dazzling -white in the heat of the sun. They were impressed by -the awful silence which here reigned supreme. What -a vast difference between the theatre now and as it -was on that day when thousands of spectators had -thronged its gates and had sat in gala attire upon its -benches! Then it had surged with human life; now -the only living things visible were occasional lizards -darting in and out of crevices.</p> -<p>Zopyrus and Eumetis without a word, but with a -mutual impulse, sought the section of seats at the head -of which stood the statue of Aphrodite. For some -moments they sat in silence with eyes fixed upon the -stage as if before them they saw again enacted the -great play of Phrynichus. But her hand did not touch -his arm as upon that former occasion. There existed -an inexplicable estrangement, and Zopyrus as he -noticed her pensive mood revealed in her pale features, -was smitten with remorse that he had neglected and -undoubtedly wounded her.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_211">211</div> -<p>“Eumetis,” he said softly, “do not think that I -have been willfully neglectful of you. Much has occurred -to turn our minds from our—our—happiness. -Will you now once again set the date for our wedding?”</p> -<p>There was no response from Eumetis. He seized -her hands which lay passively folded in her lap. They -were cold. Her attitude was listless.</p> -<p>“Speak, Eumetis,” the youth implored with growing -alarm. “Have I offended you?”</p> -<p>At his words of entreaty the girl turned her face -toward him and smiled—but not as a maiden would -smile at her lover, but as a mother would gaze upon a -beloved but willful son.</p> -<p>“You have not offended me, Zopyrus, and I sincerely -hope that what I am about to say will not hurt -you. Do you believe, my friend, that I honor you most -highly?”</p> -<p>He nodded affirmatively and she continued, her -thoughtful, sincere eyes resting upon him contemplatively: -“Then I will tell you why I have seemed -strange. I love Polygnotus who returns my affection, -and but for the fear of wounding you, a friend whom -he holds most dear, would wed me now at any time.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_212">212</div> -<p>The stage, the theatre, the Acropolis, and even -the fleecy clouds floating dreamily above, seemed to -whirl about in a colorless eddy. Only the eyes of -Eumetis remained stationary. At one moment they -seemed to be accusing eyes, at another, reproachful, -then pitying, but his last impression of them was that -they portrayed peace and happiness. His conscience -would not permit him to play the heroically sacrificing -lover, nor did he really experience any elation because -of his freedom. He simply clasped her hand and murmured: -“I understand.” She looked at him quickly -with a questioning glance as they rose and turned their -faces homeward.</p> -<p>Before they reached the western limit of the -Agora, the familiar figure of Polygnotus suddenly -turned from a side street and came toward them. -Zopyrus imagined that a fleeting expression of pain -passed over the artist’s kindly face at sight of them.</p> -<p>“Eumetis has something important to say to you,” -said Zopyrus laying a hand on his friend’s shoulder -as the three met. “It is only good news,” he added at -the startled look of inquiry upon Polygnotus’ face.</p> -<p>“Then I shall be glad to hear it, but will you not -join us on our homeward way, Zopyrus?” asked the -artist as Zopyrus turned to leave.</p> -<p>“Not for the present,” Zopyrus replied evasively. -Then moved by a sudden impulse he seized a hand of -Polygnotus and of Eumetis in each of his. He desired -to invoke the blessing of the gods upon this couple -whom he loved so dearly, but so deeply was he affected -that he was unable to speak, and turned his back in -the direction of the theatre, scarcely realizing what he -was doing.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_213">213</div> -<p>Before reaching the Acropolis he turned northward, -pursuing as direct a course as possible along the -winding, closely built streets, till at last the dwellings -became more interspersed with garden-plots, and -finally between two spreading acacias he spied the massive -masonry of the Dipylon Gate. He turned back -for one last look at the Acropolis. There it stood in -its solitary grandeur, its ruined temples resembling a -circlet of irregular pearls. Although this was the fifth -time that he had passed through the great gate and -along the Sacred Way, never until now had he known -that this road led to the girl he loved. Unmindful of -the scorching rays of the sun which beat down upon -him, he pressed on thinking only of the goal. When, -however, he was overtaken by a farmer in a cart who -was returning to his farm near Eleusis after leaving -his produce at the Athenian market, he gladly accepted -an offer to ride.</p> -<p>The sun was approaching the horizon a little to the -left of the travelers, and stretching into the distance -were the fertile fields which the driver designated as -his own.</p> -<p>“Here is where I live, my friend, but I can drive -you on to Eleusis if you wish,” said the farmer.</p> -<p>“I would prefer to walk from here on,” replied -Zopyrus hastily, “but I am truly grateful to you for -driving me this far on my journey.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_214">214</div> -<p>He bade the man a friendly farewell and with eyes -alight with anticipation, set forth to cover the remaining -two miles which lay between him and the abode of -the girl he loved.</p> -<p class="center"><span class="gs">* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<p>In the garden that was divided from the Temple -of Mysteries only by an ivy-covered wall, reclined -Persephone upon a cushion covered seat by the fountain. -She did not sleep, but lay fully conscious, with -her hands upon her bosom as it rose and fell regularly -with her breathing. Her whole frame was wrapped in -languor. But her face was not as expressive of peace -as her body, for an occasional frown puckered her -smooth brow and she opened her eyes with a wistful -expression only to close them again as if to shut out -the reality of her loneliness. Between two cypress trees -the white roof of the temple showed the first rosy -tinge that followed the passing of Phœbus Apollo—Persephone -rose to a sitting posture; a figure in white -had passed the gate and was coming toward her along -the flower-bordered path. With a cry she sprang from -her bench and ran into the outstretched arms of her -lover.</p> -<p>“What of Eumetis?” she asked, attempting to -draw away from the arms that encircled her.</p> -<p>“Eumetis has found happiness in the love of -Polygnotus. It was inevitable that the artist could be -such a frequent visitor at the home of Pasicles and not -grow to love the sincere, unselfish, pure daughter who -lives there. Oh—Persephone, have I your forgiveness -for the death of your brother?” asked the young man -with growing agitation.</p> -<p>The maiden’s face lit up with a divine radiance as -she said: “My brother Phales clad as I last saw him -with helmet, cuirass and greaves, and carrying his -sword, quiver and shield, appeared to me in a dream -and told me not to hold you guilty of his death. He -praised you highly, Zopyrus—and then he said one -more thing.”</p> -<p>“And what was that?” questioned her lover -eagerly.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_215">215</div> -<p>“He said, ‘There is but one God who controls and -directs the universe.’ That is all he said. I would have -asked him more, but he vanished.”</p> -<p>“Then the prayer to God saved Greece at Salamis, -and incessant prayers to the one God have given me -you, Persephone!”</p> -<p>She raised her lips to his as they stood together -before the statue of Ceres, whose maternal countenance -seemed to smile down benignly upon them despite their -words concerning the Deity.</p> -<p>There was one other witness to that kiss; a man -of middle-age with thick waving hair and beard of -chestnut brown, who came forth from the house and, -unobserved, stood with arms outstretched toward the -two as if pronouncing a benediction.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_216">216</div> -<h2 id="c29"><span class="h2line1">CHAPTER XXIX.</span> -<br /><span class="h2line2">After Twenty Years.</span></h2> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“How terrible is time! his solemn years,</p> -<p class="t0">The tombs of all our hopes and all our fears,</p> -<p class="t0">In silent horror roll! the gorgeous throne,</p> -<p class="t0">The pillared arch, the monumental stone,</p> -<p class="t0">Melt in swift ruin; and of mighty climes,</p> -<p class="t0">Where Fame told tales of virtues and of crimes,</p> -<p class="t0">Where Wisdom taught, and Valor woke to strife,</p> -<p class="t0">And Art’s creations breathed their mimic life,</p> -<p class="t0">And the young poet when the stars shone high</p> -<p class="t0">Drank the deep rapture of the quiet sky,</p> -<p class="t0">Naught now remains but Nature’s placid scene,</p> -<p class="t0">Heaven’s deathless blue and earth’s eternal green.”</p> -<p class="lr">Winthrop Mackworth Præd.</p> -</div> -<p>To Themistocles in Magnesia, greetings -from Zopyrus at Gela in Sicily:—</p> -<p>After a silence of many years I write you -again of affairs of state and even of many personal -things which I know will be of interest to you. I want -to assure you, my friend that I have never doubted -your true loyalty to Athens, and I write you freely -knowing that Greece is dearer to you than Persia. Your -memory is and always will be in the hearts of the -majority, for who can forget the glories of Salamis and -the hero to whom we owe that victory!</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_217">217</div> -<p>Would that you could once more behold Athens—our -Athens—and yet not as she was in the years that -you, my dear friend, walked her streets, stood in her -buzzing mart, or ascended her divine hill. The crystalline -air, the song of the nightingale in the olive groves, -the shaggy peak of Hymettus, the blue of the bay, and -the familiar rose-tinted rock of the Acropolis—these -the Persian has been unable to destroy.</p> -<p>Your once hated rival Aristides is dead. I know -that though bitter enmity once filled your heart, you -will regret to hear that he died so poor that he was -buried at the public expense. After his death Cimon -became undisputed leader, and greatly has Athens been -benefitted by the rule of this brilliant man whom we -knew well as a youth. But alas, for the brevity of -popular favor! But a few years ago he was ostracized -by the most talked of man in all Athens today, Pericles, -son of Xanthippus. On the eve of the battle of Tanagra, -Cimon left his place of banishment and fought -bravely with the Athenians against the Spartans. This -so pleased Pericles that he proposed a measure recalling -Cimon from exile and it was passed by the -assembly. Cimon has succeeded in putting down many -revolts, and you know of his great victory over the Persians -in Asia. From the proceeds from the spoils of -this battle he had planned to build a temple to Athena, -but this work is being carried on by Pericles. It is -plain that Cimon, however sincerely he had the welfare -of his city at heart, was too fond of personal praise -and worship. He failed in his attempt to unite Athens -and Sparta. Pericles stands for the independence of -Athens and for pure democracy.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_218">218</div> -<p>During the Thasian Revolt about ten years ago, -Mimnermus distinguished himself by bravery, but he -confided to us that he did not relish the task of overseeing -the Thacians tear down their walls at the command -of the Athenians, for his brother-in-law, Polygnotus, -was a native of Thasos. Mimnermus is now at -Aegina helping to suppress a similar revolt.</p> -<p>And now I will tell you of Polygnotus. He and -other artists adorned the interior of the Painted Porch -with mural pictures of great beauty representing -scenes from the myths and from recent history. -Polygnotus married Eumetis, the daughter of Pasicles, -and to this union were born three daughters, Corinna, -Cleodice and Neobule. Pasicles resides with his daughter -and her husband, but his wife, Cleodice, whose -health failed rapidly after the death of her daughter, -Corinna, died within a few years after that tragic event.</p> -<p>I know it will interest you to hear of Ladice and -Lysimachus, both of whom spoke of you affectionately -whenever we met while in Athens. Their son, Aristides, -in whom they feel the usual pride common to parents -of an only child, gives promise of exceptional -ability along the lines of his grandfather, and if I may -say so, his foster-grandparent.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_219">219</div> -<p>Yesterday I stood at a newly made grave on the -banks of a river which pours its waters into the African -Sea. In the distance to the north stretched the wheat-bearing -land of Gela. Before I could give my thoughts -wholly to the honored dead, I gazed with pride and -happiness upon the family with which I have been -blessed. My eldest son Phales, stood by my side, stalwart -of body and thoughtful of mind, not unlike his -grandfather, Aeschylus. Persephone, our eldest daughter -is very like her mother was at her age, so it is -needless to mention here the pride I feel in her. My -second son Masistius, at times reminds me of my -father, Artaphernes, but the loving guidance of his -mother has softened the severity that was his grandfather’s. -The youngest child, a daughter, Protomache, -stood upon this occasion with tears in her usually -laughing eyes. She clung tightly to the hand of her -mother whose eyes rested lovingly upon each member -of the little group in turn.</p> -<p>Then in low tones and with head bent in a reverent -attitude, Persephone my dear wife, read this epitaph -which was engraved upon the tomb:</p> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“This tomb the dust of Aeschylus doth hide—</p> -<p class="t0">Euphorion’s son and fruitful Gela’s pride;</p> -<p class="t0">How famed his valor Marathon may tell,</p> -<p class="t0">And long-haired Medes, who knew it all too well.”</p> -</div> -<p>As the last word trembled into a silence that -seemed to permeate Nature all about us, a few lines -that had been composed by Aeschylus on the subject -of death, came to my mind, and I could not but repeat -them upon this occasion:</p> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“Smitten by Him, from towering hopes degraded,</p> -<p class="t2">Mortals lie low and still;</p> -<p class="t0">Tireless and effortless works forth its will</p> -<p class="t2">The arm divine!</p> -<p class="t0">God from His holy seat, in calm of unarmed power,</p> -<p class="t0">Brings forth the deed at its appointed hour!”</p> -</div> -<p class="tbcenter"><span class="sc">The End.</span></p> -<h2 id="c30"><span class="h2line1">FOOTNOTES</span></h2> -<div class="fnblock"><div class="fndef"><a class="fn" id="fn_1" href="#fr_1">[1]</a>This was an older Parthenon which existed before the one erected at the -time of Pericles. -</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn" id="fn_2" href="#fr_2">[2]</a>Market-place. -</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn" id="fn_3" href="#fr_3">[3]</a>Each two guests were furnished with a small three-legged table on which -the food was served already cut up. -</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn" id="fn_4" href="#fr_4">[4]</a>One who mixes the wine and presides at the symposium. -</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn" id="fn_5" href="#fr_5">[5]</a>Better known by his Roman name, Pluto. -</div><div class="fndef"><a class="fn" id="fn_6" href="#fr_6">[6]</a>The modern city of Patras. -</div> -</div> - -<p> </p> -<p> </p> -<hr /> - -<h2>Transcriber’s Note</h2> -<ul> -<li>Silently corrected obvious typographical errors.</li> -<li>Left idiosyncratic use of commas and non-standard spellings and - dialect unchanged.</li> -<li>I don’t think “selfishness” means what the author thinks it does.</li> -</ul> - -<p> </p> -<p> </p> -<hr class="pgx" /> -<p class="pgx">***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PERSEPHONE OF ELEUSIS***</p> -<p class="pgx">******* This file should be named 61449-h.htm or 61449-h.zip *******</p> -<p class="pgx">This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> -<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/6/1/4/4/61449">http://www.gutenberg.org/6/1/4/4/61449</a></p> -<p class="pgx"> -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed.</p> - -<p class="pgx">Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law 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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