THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES GIFT yj ^ ^} f-: \^^" THE SON OF A STAE VOL. I. PRIN'TED BY tiPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STKEET SQUARE LOKDON THE SON OF A STAE A ROMANCE OF THE SECOND CENTURY /V'/// ///r • '-//////r'/ LONDON LONGMANS, GEEEN, AND CO, AND NEW YORK : 15 EAST m^^ STREET 1888 All rights reserved THE SON OF A STAR A ROMANCE OF THE SECOND CENTURY BY BENJAMIN WARD EICHARDSON IN THREE VOLUMES VOL. I. ' Ficta voluptatis caiisd sit proxiina veris' — Hor. LONDON LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. AND NEW YORK : 15 EAST 16'h STREET 1888 All rights reserved FK v./ 1 TO MY WIFE MARY J. RICHAEDSON I DEDICATE WITH ALL MY HEART THIS BOOK 'THE SON OF A STAR London 25 Manchester Square Midsummer Day 1888 558154 RESERVE B. W. R. CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME. CHAPTER I. AN OPENING VISION II. VIVAT FIDELIS .... III. MAN AND BEAST .... IV. AVE C^SAR ! . . . . V. A MIRACLE VI. A LIVING TORCH VII. MIRTH AND MYSTERY VIII. LAID LOW WITH WINE IX. INTERPOSITION .... X. IN THE CAP OP LIBERTY . XI. FROM BRITAIN TO JOPPA XII. A LEGEND OP PARADISE XIII. THE LEARNED CHILD XIV. THE SHEPHERD AND THE PRINCESS XV. SCHOLARS AHEAD .... XVI. IN HAPPY FLIGHT I'AGK 1 12 34 50 60 70 84 99 130 145 171 182 192 198 245 257 THE SON OF A STAE. CHAPTER I. AN OPENING VISION. Come, my reader, come, and for a few short hours dream with me. We shall not waste time in a dream, since dreams, however in- tense, are, usually, the fleeting passages of our idle hours. For all that we may, perchance, realise much that partakes of action, make many new acquaintances, and learn the de- tails of many curious histories, places, and persons. With such prospects in view I ask you now, with book ni hand, to lay aside for the brief time all ordinary cares and pleasures to dream with me, and withal to trust me as I lead you along from stage to stage. A novel, in order to VOL. I. B ^ 2 THE SOX OF A STAR bear the truth of its name, must be novel, and I promise tliat this shall open up a vision of history new to a large majority and yet resting on old realities, strangest of strange in the past life of iininortal races. Yes, a history ! but dillering from common history just as, a dream, founded on the reading of a real page of modern matter of fact, might leave the in- delinite thought ' Did I dream it or hear it ? ' FROM A BATTLEMENT. A mighty encampment in Western Britain stands near the spot where our vision is first revealed. It is the temporary home of armed legions, who bend to the will of one man as trees bend to the wind, gently, so gently they are barely seen to move ; stately, so stately, as if tliev were bowinuj their heads to a c^od of JO o war ; furiously, so furiously that lightning and thunder, and hail and hurricane are combined in a storm of destruction and death, clearing all Ijefore them ! On the battlement of a tower built ages after these legions were no more, we see, in our vision, at the first ghmpse, the lines of the AN OPENING VISION 3 encampment of these men so well laid out and so faithfully preserved, that all its parts are easily filled up as the mind permits itself to indulge in the effort. The encampment is a square of eight hundred yards on each side : a square with earthworks for its ramparts, about fifteen feet high on the inner side, and sloping so easily that a man could run from the level to the top at a breath. The ramparts are pierced by four openings or portals, one commanding each quarter of the heavens. The openings are simply cut out of the earth ; there is neither brick nor stone connected with them. Each is closed, when required to be closed, by a gate of massive wood, supported on huge columns of wood or piles backed up by earth and spanned over by a strong narrow bridge also of wood, along which a solitary sentinel silently paces, resting at intervals on his spear, as if the spear with its shining point aloft were a staff, held or fixed in its place like a standard. As he rests he takes a survey of the outer scene that lies beneath him in tiers of external earthworks cut like giant's steps one below another, and ending B 2 4 TEE SON OF A STAR at last in a deep incline which, in a descent of five hundred feet, terminates gently in the rugged plain from which the fortress takes its rise. Beneath the sentinels on the bridges span- ninjz the gates we see other sentinels on the terraces wliich surround the encampment. These form a watchful circuit, every man true to his beat as the path of a sun. As they meet each other on relieving guard they exchange a password which our ear, preter- naturally acute, is permitted to catch. The password is ' Fidelis ' of ' Csesarea.' At this moment, for some reason, the en- campment is almost void of men. Men on sentinel duty are there, but few other. Along the main streets of the camp the sentinels, one on each side, pass and repass in their measured beats. Alonii' the cross streets others do the same, all of them on foot, but round the prse- torium and chief officers' quarters, and, every- where in the officers' part of the camp, the sentries are mounted on horses noble as them- selves. On the top of the ramparts, all round, soldiers of a superior order hold the watch. These are men of rather advanced years. They AN OPENING VISION 5 have served their time, but have chosen to stay on, and they bear in their hands the javehn. They are the glory of the army ; they fill every post of solemn trust. They follow the com- mander of the camp whoever he may be, and on occasions of great ceremony surround him. They wear as their armour a headpiece of bright, almost white, metal, a shield of the same metal on their left arm, and a plate of it on their breast. Intent as these various grades of guar- dians of the camp are on their duty, they are quick to listen, quick to hear ; and, as we detect, they often pause to catch any sound that may proceed from the south-western side of their encampment, beyond a little wood of pine-trees which skirts that spot and descends over the lower ramparts into the plain. Our tower of observation, from which we get our look into the encampment, is itself built on a rising ground to the west of the camp. Once on its site stood a temple, dedicated to Apollo, traces of which yet remain beneath the present foundations, and even before then it had been a ruder temple of some previous 6 THE SON OF A STAR deity. Lost to both these, its first gods, it was next transformed into a minster where saintly devotees sang the early and the late celebrations with tlie rising of the morn and the closing of the night. And now for three centuries it has been a simple parish church standing alone in its glory, dear to its children who worship in it the God of their fathers and bury their dead under its shadows ; dear, very dear to the archasologist, as belonging to four great epochs of human faith, worship, architecture, and race. From the eastern wall of the battlement of this holy place we have looked, in our vision, into the encampment lying so grandly before us, and now we will move across to the western wall to discover what is giving rise below to the clamours to which the sentries listen as they tread their rounds. But as we pass from the eastern wall of the tower to the western, we catch sight in the distance, on the northern side, beyond a stretch of beautiful country, of a steep white road dividing a long and dense w^ood. This were a picture in itself even if it were one of still life, still as death. It is not still, for as we take the scene into AN OrENINO VISION 7 our mind we take also the fact that descend- ing that hard white road there is a cavalcade in splendid marching order. As a bird would fly the cavalcade seems almost close upon us, although it is really some six or seven miles distant ; for the road descends and after- wards winds amongst the trees of the valley below. We discern that the members of the caval- cade are a mixture of horse and foot soldiers, the footmen in the centre marching nearly in a square, the horsemen before and behind in a longer and narrower line. The square of footmen appears to enclose some great trea- sure, as if it were moving with a citadel within it ; but every part passes down the incline with an order and steadiness which is almost painful in its rigid regularity. T]ie metal caps of the soldiers, their breastplates and the heads of their spears are dazzhng from the brilliancy with which they reflect the rays of the sun ; and so, like a train of silver, they descend into the depth that conceals them from our sight. This diversion of our senses over, we turn now to take in the new view we were seekina-. S THE SON OF A STAR and nearly at our feet discover a gigantic aiiipliitheatre crowded with spectators and marvellous to behold. The amphitheatre is an enclosed space without ramparts, but laid out in some manner like the interior of the encampment. It is obloncr in form, in which it differs from the (!amp, and on the low walls of it within are cut out tiers of seats raised one above another and grass covered. In the centre, on the long side nearest to the camp, is a platform or da'is rounded in front so as to face the theatre and retreating backwards into a roadway which extends westward until it leads into the western gate of the encampment. The dais is large enough to seat a hundred persons, and from the back of it rises the standard of the Eoman eagle. Upon it are placed the seats of honour for the commander of the forces and his attendant officers. On the opposite side, and precisely facing the dais, is another wide opening, a grand gateway through which, pro- bably, they who may be about to take part in the performances, contests, or speeches, may make their entrances and exits. Beyond that open gateway is the country, bounded in front AN OPENING VISION 9 hj a low range of hills and farther back by mountams richly blue in colour and ending in one lofty peak which seems to crown the whole and shut off further view. The place which lies immediately beneath us is the grand circus of the Eoman Legions of Britain. A circus which every Eoman soldier has heard of, and which many thousands liave seen. A circus second only to that which Julius Caesar built on Eoman soil itself. It is half a mile in circumference, and will seat many thousand spectators. In detail the circus of Britain resembles and yet differs from that of Eome. In it there is a path round which horses ridden by men as well as horses attached to chariots can race. In it the racers, combatants, or performers enter from the chief gateway opposite the dais, and, marching across the arena by a path laid out for them, proceed to a smaller arena or ring immediately in front of the dais, in which they carry out their minor combats or games under the immediate eye of the presid- ing genius of the fete ; or from which they file out into the large arena, when horsemen, swordsmen, runners or wrestlers are to 10 THE SON OF A STAR exhibit tlieir mimic war or savao;e skill on a grander scale. The balconies of the circus are filled with spectators, a mighty concourse of mixed peoples wild with excitement if sounds may be accepted as evidence of expectation. Some great event is surely about to take place, for observe the standards of the eagle are beinir raised above the balconies at fixed points ; the centurions are placing their men near each standard ; and the trumpets are giving forth a deafening voice. Let us descend from our distant height and find a place somewhere on the balconies. Take care ! that small ladder leading from the door of the battlement to the beam below which carries the bells is not too firm ; the beam is not too broad, and the next ladder leading down to the belfry might be stronger and steadier. It is well not to look down but to keep the eyes turned towards the inside of the tapering spire. All right, we are in the belfry and the steps to the chancel are wind- mg steps of stone, much worn but solid as rocks. Never mind the darkness, it will last AN OPENING VISION ll but a moment ! We have reached the hght, and are through the low archway into the open air ! IN THE CONCOURSE. Come with me ! Nothing save a field, which we will quickly cross, lies between us and the amphitheatre. Let us glide across, skirting the path leading from the camp to the dais, but bearing a little to the right that we may find a place in the balcony on the left of the seats of honour. The magnates from the camp have preceded us, and are in their places by the time we have gained our position, which fortunately commands a splendid view of the whole scene and specially of the General, who is seated like an Emperor in the chair of state, and who is for the moment the Emperor of western Eoman Britain. We can now look round at leisure. We are privileged ! To the whole assembly before us we are unseen spirits, though they are not such to us. We dream, and they are the world in which, during the time of our vision, we ar<& cast. 12 TUE SON OF A STAR CHAPTER II. VIVAT FIDELIS! By our side, as we survey the wonderful scene, are two men of quality whose conversation, as we are forced to hear it, tells us that they are newly arrived from Rome. Everything is as new to them as it is to us, if we may judge by their words. They are commenting on the differences of the Circus Britannicus and the Circus IMaximus of Caesar. ' Why is the spina,' meaning the low wall which ran nearly the whole length of the Roman circus, ' why, my Fabius, is the spina left out in this place ? ' ' Nay, I know not,' answers the companion of the questioner, ' nor why there is no meta,' referring to the raised pillar at each end of the spina which indicates the starting and fmishing points of the Roman course. They are interrupted at this moment by VI VAT FIDELIS ! 13 a new arrival, who hastily climbs the balcony from the arena to greet them as strangers in Britain but as old comrades in Rome. ' By the gods it is Tinnius Eufus,' they both exclaim ere they proceed to salute their friend in the usual way with the kiss. The person in question carries in his face the height of good humour. He is of ruddy complexion, and his beard and hair partake of the same bright glow. He is rather stout for his years, and his cheeks are roundly fat and full as well as ruddy. After the saluta- tions they ask him the questions they have asked themselves. ' You wish to know, my Fabius, you wish to know, my Yibullius,whythis circus, finished by the hands of these legions here is not in the Eoman style. I will tell you. We found it, as we found the camp, ready for use. In ages to come the people will give us the credit of building hundreds of Eoman camps and cir- cuses in Britain, whereas we seized them all, planned and made by these island savages. This camp and amphitheatre we found in the best condition after we had wrested them from the people for whom, wishing to pacify them 14 THE SON OF A STAR a^ much as possible, we have let the circus remaiu with the fewest possible changes. Here tlie natives still run their horses and chariots and men, in contests round the broad course. There, in the centre, where the earth rises they once filled wicker cages with their victims taken in war, and in honour of a sort of Apollo of their own burnt the wretches alive. In the fore, in front of our old schoolmate Julius Severus, who, as you see, has risen to the highest post here, is their lesser arena surrounded by a pit, in which they make their very cocks, armed on the claws with metal spurs, fight till, like other fools of heroes, they die immortal. Oh ! by Mars, these ancient men of Britain knew how to play as well as fight. If in the days of Cassar they had had Severus there to lead them, it is more likely they would have taken Eome than we their island.' ' Happy for us some good things have crept in,' responded Fabius. ' The calx (the chalk line) is there in order ; the General sits in the tribune ; the podium holds the officers ; the noble horsemen have their proper places in the rear ; the masters of the cere- monies are at their posts ; and the Mappa (the VrVAT FIDELIS ! 15 officer who throws down the white signal to start each contest) is all alive. But where are the judges? ' ' Severus himself is sole judge in Britain.' 'It is just,' replied Fabius, with the slight reverence which the cultured Eoman offers whenever the Emperor or his representative is named. ' It is just, but I like not the presence of those half- clad viragos in the popularia ' (the seats where the public find places). ' In Rome the women of position alone are permitted in the presence of the Emperor, and they near to or around his person, or by the side of the senate.' ' You do not understand these native women, my Eoman child,' responds the red beard, ' or you would speak of them in dif- ferent terms. They are not women, they are demons. When Claudius made his way into the east of the island, a woman who led the people against him fought like a hundred demons, and still her name is known and wor- shipped far and wide. Ten women out of twenty are named after her. My own Boadicea bears her name, and our daughter the same.' ' Eheu ! ' falters out VibuUius. ' Eheu ! our 16 • THE SON OF A STAR Tinnius lias married a demon wlio lieaps fire on his head. No wonder he should look so fierce.' Here tlie conversation of the friends is stopped by the ring of the clarions, the rising of the vast multitude from their seats, and a general cry of the Eoman people present : — * The gods ! the gods ! the gods ! ' At the cry Severus himself rises reverently from his throne, and now, for the first time, we distinctly perceive two separate and hostile races in occupation of the Circus Britannicus. It may be that the difierence of dress and of costume distinguishes the races, for every Eoman carries some sign of the conquering Eoman soldier, while every native carries some sign of the subdued savage ; it may be that the difference of build of body distinguishes them, for the Eoman, close-built, sturdy-limbed, broad-faced, and round-headed, contrasts strongly with the tall, hthe, long-limbed body, and high, pointed, long head of the Briton, But the grand distinction is in the expression of the face of the two orders who make up the multitude, a distinction terribly declared when the clarions ring the order for the procession of the gods. VIVAT FIDELIS! 17 In one sense the procession is of living interest to both sets of spectators, for it heralds some great sights or contests which they are to behold, and which will stir their blood up to fever point. But to the Eoman the procession is a solemn religious rite, whilst to the Briton it is a solemn mockery forced on him until it pierces him to the soul. The difference is as Hght to darkness. The Briton has for ages worshipped the sun, the moon, and the stars ; his great god is one god who from earliest times has given himself to mankind as fire : who shows him- self as the sun, and who is succeeded, when he withdraws his glorious face of gold, either by his child of silver the moon, or by night, the black demon of darkness and symbol of eter- nal death. To him, therefore, the worship of these sticks and stones, called gods, carried in their dumb and silly guises in chariots or on the shoulders of men, to which dumb things men bend their heads or prostrate their bodies, is idle show and play. The expression of the people tells their story of behef. The Eoman reverently worships. The Briton^ forced by the sword, performs the worsliip VOL. I. c 18 THE SON OF A STAR with an expression of hate, disgust, contempt, revenge, which no sword, however keen, can touch. The faces of the subdued but not conquered people tell the everlasting story, that the mind of man is never, never vanquished. The faces declare as distinctly as the tongues could have told that the rulers of Britain with all their might have still a deadly enemy on their hands, an enemy they have for a moment coerced but have not finally suppressed : an enemy that will die but will never remain enslaved. ' The accursed gods,' murmurs a native chief to his wife, in their native tongue. ' Accursed ! ' hisses the woman between her teeth, like the sound of a serpent ; ' I would we could burn them with their followers in the cages w^iich once stood where the beasts now fight.' ' Silence ! ' calls out a Roman centurion, as with his vitis or rod of the vine, which a centurion always carries, he inflicts a deep mark first across the bare shoulders of the man and then of the woman ; ' silence ! and pay homage to the immortal gods ! ' VIVAT FIDELIS! 19 A groan, a curse, and a stiff-necked bend of the head as the images pass are the answers to this demonstrative command. A suppressed cry from an almost adjoining seat calls attention to two figures so different to all the rest of the vast assembly and wit- nesses of the passing drama that they must surely belong to another and an unknown land. A man and a child. But for the intense anxiety to see what is to be exhibited in the arena, these two strangers would of themselves be centres of greatest attraction and wonder. They are neither Eoman, British, Cymric, Gallic, nor Jewish ; but wanderers who might have alio:hted from the skies. The man is tall of stature, his counte- nance gentle as it is wise, his hair dark, his eyes blue. He is dressed in a garb itself sufficiently picturesque and novel to arrest the attention of the crowd near to him. Around his body is a closely fitting jacket or jerkin, with lappets artistically cut at the breast and throat so as to show a fold or roll which loosely encircles his neck. His lower limbs c 2 20 THE SON OF A STAU are enclosed in loose trousers wliicli reach just below the knee and are gathered up with a silken girdle. The legs are clothed in long socks which extend to the knees, and are held in place beneath the trousers by the girdle of silk. The feet are hidden in shoes made of leather or hide, laced in front with golden cords and soled with some solid substance re- sembling the bark of a tree, the point of the shoe long and sharp. The jacket or body dress is supplemented by a mantle of emerald green, whicli, flowing over the under garments of almost yellow tint, gives a richness and chasteness of colour that is itself a picture. Finally, a head-dress consisting of a loose cap made of a substance like dark velvet, but of coarser texture, completes a costume as sin- gular as it is convenient and graceful. The companion of this strange being, ob- viously, both from look and from manner, his daugliter, is, perhaps, more remarkable than himself. She may be sixteen years of age, but she retains all the innocence and beauty of the child. Eer eye?, like those of her parent, are blue ; her hair is a rich auburn, falling in precious curls wliich, wafted from YIVAT FIDELIS ! 21 her brow over her shoulders, frame a face of pale and saintly beauty. She is clothed in one long dress of hght yellow colour, gathered in at the waist by a girdle of deeper colour, and reaching to her feet which are clad in sandals. Over her robe she, like her father, wears a light mantle, also of emerald green. As the sound of the first stripe of the centurion catches her ear, she turns to learn the cause, and seeing the cruel vitis descend over the bare shoulders of one of her own sex, her gentle heart gives way, and, with the faint cry already noticed, she nestles closer to the side of her protector, and in a tongue peculiar to themselves implores, ' Father of love, let us go hence ! let us go hence ! ' ' In good time, joy of my soul, but for the moment we must keep still or they may strike us also.' The idea seems so awful to the angelic child that she entwines her arm in his and buries her head in the folds of his mantle. But soon she summons up courage, and rely- ing on that firm arm for support utters not another word. Whilst yet the red marks glow on the backs 22 THE SON OF A STAR of the ofTending natives, and whilst the stern soldier looks on with contemptuous severity, a new scene begijis in wliich Briton and Eoman alike take eager part. The trumpets ring out sharp and shrill, the clarions bray, the cymbals clash from one end to the other of the immense concourse. In time the human voices take up the strain. The voices shout in chorus to the trumpets, in shrieks to the clarions, in laughter to the cymbals. An officer in authority by the side of Julius Severn s, the central figure of the scene, waves aloft a white emblem, the starting-flag ; the musical instruments and voices cease their clamour, and through the ranks, everywhere, the lips of a hundred centurions ring out the words : ' Sit down ! Sit down ! ' Severus himself, who has been standing and eagerly viewing the multitude before him, is the first to obey. He resumes with severe dignity his vice-imperial throne. And now all the throng is silent as the grave. So solid is every figure, every stan- dard, every spear, it is as if the circus , had VIVAT FIDELIS ! 23 been stricken into a vast petrified sepulchre of men, women, and arms. A moment of repose and tlie officer near to Severiis, 'the Mappa,' lowers the white signal to indicate that something is about to be done. Solemnly and with imposing ceremony- there emerges from the gateway of the arena on the extreme right of the throne a chariot, hitherto concealed by a magnificent awning or tent, extending far along the road to the camp from the gateway. The chariot is of golden splendour, and soon to it fifty noble horses are attached in twenty-five pairs, while the same number, also in pairs, follow behind it. By each pair of horses stands a centurion. Across his breast, over his armour, a broad belt carries a long sword on his left side. From his girdle on his right side is suspended a short sword or dagger two spans long. His body armour reaches to his knees, leaving exposed below the powerful limbs and strongly sandalled feet. His left hand rests on the handle of the long sword ; his right grasps the vitis, or rod, which is peculiar to the rank pf a centurion. *24 THE SON OP A STAR A soldier more thoroughly ready for victory or death it were indeed hard to find. The rapidity with which these active men take their places on the left of the pairs of horses they have to govern is in itself a marvel of mechanical life. The horses and men are ready to move at a word. Men and horses form three long lines, each straight as an arrow. Severus nods approval, and ' when Sevenis approves all men may be satisfied.' So runs the saying from lip to lip, respecting the man who takes his name from his nature, Julius the Severe. Not a bridle, not a halter, is fitted to the finely trained horses which draw or follow the chariot ; a light leathern collar chastened with silver encircles their stately necks, and on each side from it a silver cord acting as a trace connects one horse to the other and the leaders to the chariot ; the vitis and the voice of each master are alone sufl^cient to lead these brave and intelligent animals any- where, to sport, to fight, to triumph, to death. The eyes of the horses follow those of their masters, who, bare-headed, move on in one VIVAT FIDELIS! 25 living and unbroken form, one mechanism, one movement, one mind. The savage Briton, still writhing under his punishment, cannot withhold his admiration. ' Oh Throth the everlasting,' he mutters to himself, 'why lettest thou these brazen heads learn to control, by magic, the noblest servant thou hast created for those who serve thee ? ' The chariot so magnificently horsed and tended is strangely occupied. It is a chariot of the true Eoman style, but somewhat larger than those in common use. It is borne on two low wheels, is entered from behind, and is rounded in front in order to afford convenient space for the driver. But this time no driver is needed, and none is there. In the centre of the floor of the chariot, upright as a dart, immovable, his left hand resting on his sword-handle, his right hand holding the vitis, stands another centurion, in each and every respect like one of the leaders of the horses, except that he is more majestic 26 THE SON OF A STAR than any of them, that his head is bare, and that from his left shoulder a sagum, or mili- tary cloak, falls gracefully on his left side. To him this day is the event of his life ; for to his especial honour this festival of gods and men is devoted. And, posed like a pillar of the State, he claims the honour naturally, as an honour rightfully and worthily won. He is not, however, alone in his splendour. At his feet, her back resting against the fore part of the chariot, in the graceful curve of it, there sits a female figure. Is she a child, a girl, a woman? Let it be assumed that she is a woman, but very young. Her rich black hair is trimmed into the shape of a helmet. It is a crest overhanging a brow beneath which the eyes of an eastern face, eyes of darkened fire, sparkle hke gems in a cave. She is clothed in the stola or woman's toga, difiering from the Eoman male toga in that its edfjes are fringed. The stola is of the purest white, the stola of the festival, hke the surplice of a priest, except that a light but flowing girdle somewhat tightens it to her VIVAT FIDELIS ! 27 body. Her feet are clad in white slippers, which complete her attire. In her right hand this companion of the mighty centurion bears a mystical emblem dedicated to Apollo. This banner she holds aloft by a white wand. It is round hke the sun, and on its face, on each side, bears the radiant image of that luminary in rays of gold on a surface of red. In its centre are three letters, in the Greek character, the sacred symbol, meaning that the god has an existence or being, and that all the children of men, and all created beings, are animated by his light and his life. As the last pair of horses are attached to the chariot, and as the cortege begins to move in procession round the course, the deeply suppressed silence bursts forth into tumult. Three times round the course the cortege slowly passes, and eacli time with increasing excitement. In the stir it is hard to view calmly the hero of the hour or his companion, but by patient waiting they are revealed. He is a soldier of soldiers. He stands hke a rock in a rajyinc^ sea of life, unmoved and unmoveable, and his manner is followed by his 28 THE SON OF A STAR companion with equal serenity. The cold piercing glance of Severus touches neither of them, nor the scream of the virago, nor the gestures of the three Roman friends who discuss the sight. ' He bears himself,' observes Vibullius, ' as if he were going into battle.' 'Nay,' suggests the classical Fabius, 'he goes as if he were about to meet the Council of Minds in the Heavens of the illustrious dead.' ' Or,' put in the much married Tinnius, ' as if he were about to face his wife.' If these were tests of merit, and if he con- cerning whom they were spoken were bent on proving them as such, he did indeed win all the praise he earned. ' A fig for the Council of Minds and the native Tinua of Tinnius ; a fig for the man in the chariot and all his fame; the woman, the woman for me ! ' ejaculated Vibullius. 'She is worth twenty of the man, she is a centurion of a woman and one in a thousand. But who, my hen-pecked, rubicund Tinnius, who, by Venus and the mother of the gods, is she ? ' The excited Tinnius is too intent at the. VIVAT FIDELIS! 29 moment to answer this eager and natural question, and before it can be repeated a new event has occurred which seizes the attention of all who are near at hand and, in some degree, of the spectators generally, including the keen-eyed Severn s. As the chariot passes for the third time the place where the stranger man and his child are seated the bearer of the sacred em- blem in the chariot turns, by accident, her face towards them. It is the merest accident, the merest glance, a glance on strangers of strangers to her! What is there in a glance ? We bring a loadstone near to a particle of steel, a sus- pended needle : the point of the needle may fly to the magnet ; ah no ! it flies from it. Why ? The puzzle is but partially solved, so is the puzzle of a glance. The glance may be love ; ah, no ! it may be hate. It may be trust, or courage ; ah no ! it may be distrust or awe ; it may be surprise or wonder. In this case, as the dark eyes of the woman in the chariot receive, through the distance, 30 THE SON OF A STAR the glances from the blue eyes of those strangers they excite in her a double impression. The eyes of the angelic child excite wonder, intense and startling ! While the eyes of the protector of the child excite awe ; for the first time in all her life, awe ; awe, sudden and incomprehensible. The emblem of Apollo falls on the knees of its bearer. ' Apollo goes down in the noontide of his glory,' observes Fabius, ' 'tis a bad omen.' And, such is the influence of the omen on the minds of the Eoman people, that there is not a Roman there, from the camp servant to the vice- imperial Severus, who does not feel the vibration, with one exception. The exception is the centurion of the ch ariot. He, with his eyes fixed in space, heeds not, and, gathering resolution from his iron will, the bearer of the emblem, raising her hand to put back a wandering lock of hair which has fallen over her brow, lifts up the banner again, in graceful movement, as if the whole had been a mere natural act on her part, an act intended and harmonious with her duty. The skilful diversion is rewarded with a VIYAT FIDELIS ! 31 new burst of applause, which, coming after a pause of silence, is a proof of success. Eome is itself again ! And now once more the inquisitive Vibullius returns to his speculation. Who is this woman of women, and who is this man of men ? Who are they both that they should excite so much admiration ? They are not patricians he knows, why then are they so honoured ? There is vanity, as usual, in the thought which fills Vibullius. ' Here am I,' it says silently, ' I Vibullius, one of the most ancient of the great families of Eome, before whom that Julius Severus is a mere mushroom, and the Emperor himself but a plant of a single season at the best. Here am I, unknown and unhonoured, while these two plebs of plebs, and one of them an eastern mockery, a slave it may be, or a creature of Severus, are treated like gods ! I must know who and what they are.' His curiosity has not long to wait, for ere he can return to the task of questioning the Eed-beard, the chariot stops before the seat of Severus ; the twenty-five pairs of the foremost horses are detached from it and are moved 32 THE SON OF A STAR forward on the course, to stand at some little distance from the cliariot ; and, the slirill blast of the trumpet from the back of the dais is calling the lookers-on once more to silence. Complete order restored, Severus descends from his throne, and stepping forward to the edge of the dais close to which the chariot is drawn, rests his right foot on the edge of the chariot and places, amidst a storm of trumpets, clarions, cymbals, and voices, a chaplet of laurel on the head of the centurion. In a moment all is still, as Severus returns to his seat. At the sign of the commander, the Public Orator, the renowned Saserna, whose voice could shake the camp, stands forth. In his left hand he bears a scroll, in his right hand a spear held firmly like a stafi'. What he has to declare is again heralded by the voice of the trumpet, from which he seems, by some clever art, to attune his own voice as musicians set their lutes to a tuninsr- fork, so that the note of the trumpet and the voice of Saserna hold on the sound into articulate words which all can hear. And so. VJVAT FIDELIS ! 33 in the language first of Eome and then of Britain, he dehvers his message : — ' The army, Eome, and tlie Empero]-, through Juhus Severus, Governor of Sikiria in Britain, confer a crown of honour on Fidehs of Cgesarea, a centurion, who after eight decades of noble service, devoted to the Gods, to Eome, to Csesar, and to Glory, reaches his hundredth year of Life.' ' Vivat Fidelis ! ' VOL. I. 34 THE SOX OF A STAR CHAPTER III. MAN AND BEAST. ' ViVAT FiDELis ! Vivat Fidelis ! ' riiif^s a«?ain and again, and still the centurion of a hundred years is unmoved in his place. But enthu- siasm, Hke all else that is human, must die, and in time this great demonstration passes into silence. The horses before and behind the triumphal chariot are separated in pairs and led away, until one pair alone remains to draw the chariot and those that are in it towards the vestibule from which it first emerged into the public view. As the last sign of the centurion disap- pears Severus and those around him retire for an interval into a tent at the back of the dais over which the Roman standard proudly floats. And now, waiting for the next event, the great assembly reposes. MAN AND BEAST 35 Meantime the armed attendants clear the arena, and prepare for some momentous and thrilhng spectacle. The faces of the masses begin to resume their respective characteristics : the Eoman faces are eager ; the Britannic are savage ; the Jewish — for there is a fair sprinkling of Jewish blood in the audience — solemn and sad. Severus is again in his place, the signal is given and the procession of the gods once more makes its round. * What next have they in store for us ? ' the comrades of Tinnius Eufus ask eagerly and with one voice. ' A battle, a battle ! A battle between wolves, a bear and a boy !' * Say rather between wolves, a fiend of darkness, and an angel of hght,' sighs one who sits near, and hears the question and answer it has evoked. The speaker speaks in the Eoman tongue but with a foreign accent ; and, though his words are clearly understood, they come forth with so much emotion they almost choke hmi on their way. ' Judaicus, a Jew,' whispers Tinnius. ' It D 2 36 THE SON OF A STAR is one of his tribe that is about to compete in the arena.' ' A Jew in Britain ! ' ejaculates VibuUius in an undertone. ' Turn wherever we may and these dogs are to be found. Jews in Britain, indeed I ' ' I tell you,' continues Tinnius, leading his friends a little higher up the balconies, ' there are thousands of them, and here they flock most ; for, after the taking of their holy city, (luring the reign of Vespasian, they wan- dered everywhere, and in tliese Silurian mountains and caves met with a native race which took to tliem so kindly that they have become quite numerous here, and, from the coasts about, have opened trade with the riiocnicians of Tyre and Sidon. It is the policy of Severus, generally, to be at peace with tlie creatures, for they roll in money, and, too ob- stinate for deep friendship, are hard to please.' ' And who is this one of their race who is going to give us a treat of his metal ? ' asks Fabius. ' Can they hght as well as they can barter ? ' ' You shall see. This is one of tliem : a youth whom Fidelis the centurion brought «) — MAX AND BEAST 6 I with him from Ciesarea, a slave whom he had freed some think, but not all ! ' ' I dare say not, thou winking ferret,' breaks in Vibullius ; ' but why should he be called into the arena if he be, as thou suggestest, the centurion's flesh and blood ? What hath he done that he should make sport for wolves and savages ? ' ' He hath passions during which his tongue hath declared his hatred of Rome. He hath refused to ofler incense to Cassar, or even to lay incense on the altar of Ceres when her. richest harvest in Britain, in the memory of man, called for her festival.' ' But there he comes. Judge for your- selves ! ' ' He comes as anything but a slave. By Apollo, he comes like a rising sun ! ' exclaims Fabius, as the youth of whom they speak is led before the august presence of the vice- Emperor. ' A rebelhous Syrian,' murmurs the Eed Beard.' I would I could wring his stiff neck as I liked !' ' A noble child, who fears no hand of man and obeys none but the Holy One of Israel,' 38 THE SON OF A STAR communes the Jewish sympatliiscr who spoke a short time before. ' May the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob be with him, as he promised to our forefathers Abraham and his seed for ever. Amen.' The prayer of this Israehte — ' Aaron of the Altar ' by name amongst his own, ' Porcus ' a pig, amongst the Eoman people — is echoed silently by many of his race who in various disguises are present. He, Aaron, being a freedman, has no oc- casion for disguise ; he is reputed to be so rich that Severus himself is oftentimes his debtor. But even he has to be careful of his words and acts for the sake of his people, whom it is his destiny to govern in silent government. He is their father ; he reads to them in secret the sacred law ; he proves and confirms them in their faith ; he settles tlieir differences ; he marries their young people according to an- cient rite ; he keeps before them the name and word and promise of the Mighty One of Israel, and teaches them, in that holy name, to believe that though they walk through the valley of the shadow of death, he, the Mighty One, is with them ; that his rod and staff shall M^N AND BEAST 39 guide them ; that his kingdom is at hand; and that the Roman power shall have no permanent hold on the children of Zion. And still, wise as the serpent, gentle as the dove, he advises them to pay homage unto Ca3sar, and even lay incense on the pagan altars, lest for their unnecessary obstinacy, they perish by fire, cross, or sword. He is indeed wise, and his people know him as if he were the chief of chief Rabbis in this foreign, distant, isolated land. He pronounces his prayer, for the youth before the dai's, with his eyes bent to the earth ; but the sound of the first clarion makes him raise them and cast them on the type of his race, who so proudly and defiantly stands forth for fate. ' Oh, brave but foolish child !' he mentally laments, ' oh, bold but reckless Simeon of my people ! Why didst thou not bend in body to these tyrants ? Why didst thou not take heed to thy ways, and offend not with thy tongue ? Why didst thou refuse counsel of him whose royal blood is in thy veins ? "Be not righteous overmuch, neither make thyself overwise ! " Why shouldest thou destroy 40 THE SON OF A STAR tliyself ? Why shouldest thou die before thy time ? ' Meanwliile, lie who is thus commented on by Aaron of the Altar and a hundred men of liis race, remains standing in simple majesty. Brouglit out for the sport of a savage multitude, his young life at stake, he of all seems most exalted and commanding. Severus on high, in his viceregal seat, clad in imperial robe, the white toga with purple border, surrounded by his six lictors bearing their fasces or rods, the standard of the Roman empire overshadowing him, and the sword, the spear, and saddle of Roman knighthood at his feet, even he seems to feel the common spell of admiration, as bend- ing down to his nearest attendant he enquires : ' Of what doth this contest consist ? ' ' The youth, a Jew, most noble Severus, who stands before you armed with the short sword which he holds in his left hand, but which he uses with either hand with equal dexterity, is to be turned into the small arena, surrounded by the deep pit, in company with the Numidian bear belonf]jin"' to the cen- turion Milo and six famishing wolves. The bear, armed with a huge club for a weapon, is MAN AND BE. VST 41 to engage the wolves with the Jew, and, if they two despatch the wolves, they are themselves to fio-ht with club and sword till one is killed. The victor is then to be at the disposal of the people.' ' It is a new sport,' observed Severus in a tone and manner implying that this is the first he has heard respecting the combat or the combatants. And still Simeon the Jew stands as a model of masculine beauty and godlike life. He is five feet nine inches in height, and in body and limb of fine prcjportion. He wears on his body a closely fitting leathern jerkin, with a light tunic suspended from it and reaching to the knees. The tunic is held up by a red sash, which fits like a belt and falls negligently in two loose ends or tassels on his left side. His arms, excessively power- ful, but almost white in colour and shaped like those of a woman in respect to symmetry and outline, are entirely free ; his lower Hmbs, equally well formed and strong, are girt only in a light sandal, the thong of which is fanci fully twisted around the ankle and a short distance up the leg. 42 THE SON OF A STAR Ilis head is uncovered, except for its rich raven hair which hangs in clusters at his hack down to his shoulder-blades, and is parted from his forehead over the exact centre of the crown of the head. His face, of striking cast, with pointed chin, aquiline nose, piercing dark eyes, long arched dark eyebrows meeting at the centre, and a broad though retreating forehead, is the perfected image of the percep- tive, ready, fearless, resolute, reckless spirit that animates the whole frame of the man with living fire. On him, thus standing before the Eoman chief, undaunted and bright of countenance, the Eritisli woman, still smarting from the vitis, looks with more of admiration than prudence, a state suddenly checked by the aspect and growl of her jealous lord, who, tolerating from her no admiration that is not expended on his own uncouth self, shows his teeth dangerously. The trumpet proclaims a new arrival and a new step in the coming drama. Along the grand path of the circus, towards the ring facing the dais, Milo the centurion leads, by a light chain, the second combatant, the Numidian bear. MAN AND BEAST 43 The audience, from Severus to the lowest slave, is startled with delight or with wonder. Whether it be really a bear or a man disguised as a bear is the puzzle. The excitement is such that wagers begin to be laid on the point. * I wager a flagon of red wine it is a bear,' exclaims the excited VibuUius. 'See thou its head, its ears, its big eyes, its huge frame ? ' ' I take the wager willingly,' returns the calmer Fabius, ' and to-night we Avill drink it with song and story. I stand by the feet, the hands, the limbs, which, covered with bear hide though they be, are human. Besides, seest thou not the height of the beast ? No bear standeth that height, a head or more above the handsome Jew, who is of good pro- portion ; his walk also is tliat of a man, and mark how he holds that fearful club as if it were a javehn or a spear. A bear would hug the thing close to its body, not push it forth at arms' length like that.' At this moment all the mystery vanishes. By a jerk of his body the NuTnidian bear throws back the head-piece of the animal as if it were a hood, and stands declared a man, with 44 THE SOX OF A STAR a liunian liead and face stained dark as the hairy skin wliich clothes his body. He is indeed a sight of terror. His own hair stands erect ; his large fierce eyes roll in fury from side to side ; his nostrils dilate ; his red lips are curled apart, showing rows of large teeth white as snow and round and regular as tliose of any beast of the field ; his ears, naturally large, he moves at will ; while by an action of the muscle of the head and forehead he possesses the power of drawing down his hair until it seems to touch his eye- brows and then of lifting it back until all the fore part of his head looks actually bald. To the infinite dehght of the spectators before whom he stands, he