Uk wm^ :^M %-^JM THE GLADIATORS: A TALE OF ROME AND JUDAEA. G. J. WHYTE MELVILLE, AUTHOR OF IiliiHY <;RAND.' 'THE INTERPRETER,' ' HOLMBY HOUSE,' 'THE QUEEN'S MARIES, ETC. NEW EDITION. LONDON: LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO. 'SAAC FOOT LIBRARY •BaHanione -press DALLANTYNE, HANSON AND C< EDINBURGH AND LONDON G-S UNIVERSITY OF CALIFOE SANT, CONTENTS EROS. CHAT. PACK 1. THE IVORY GATE - 1 n. THE MARBLE PORCH t> ni. HERMES 13 IT. APHRODITE 18 v. ' ROME ' . 25 VI. THE WORSHIP OF ISIS . 33 VII. TRUTH . 42 vi n. THE JEW 50 IX. THE ROMAN 56 X. A TRIBUNE OF THE LEGIONS 66 XI. STOLEN WATERS 75 XII. 'myrrhina' 79 XIII. NOLENS— VOLENS 87 XIV. C^SAR . 91 XV. RED FALERNIAN 99 XVI. THE TRAINING-SCHOOL . 107 XVII. A VEILED HEART . 114 Kvni. WINGED WORDS . 123 XIX. THE ARENA . 131 XX. THE TRIDENT AND THE NET . 141 ANTEROS. I. THE LISTENING SLAVE . 149 II. ; ATTACK AND DEFENCE ' 157 III. ' FURENS QUID FCEMINA ' 164 IV. THE LOVING CUP 17 1 V. SURGIT AMARI . 177 VI. ' DEAD LEAVES' . 183 VII. ' HABET ! ' 192 JUL TOO LATR 197 VI CONTESTS. Chai\ IX. THE LORE X. FROM SCYLLA TO CHARYBDIS XI. THE RULES OF THE FAMILY XII. A MASTER OF FENCE XIII. THE ESQUILINE XIV. THE CHURCn XV. REDIVIVUS XVI. ' MORITDRI ' XVII. THE GERMAN GUARD XVIII. THE BUSINESS OF CESAR XIX. AT BAY . XX. THE FAIR HAVEM M I R A. I. ' A HOUSE DIVIDED AGAINST ITS ELF* II. THE LION OF JUDAH in. THE WISDOM OF THE SERPENT IV. THE MASTERS OF THE WORLD V. GLAD TIDINGS VI. WINE ON THE LEES VII. THE ATTAINDER rai. THE SANHEDRIM IX. THE PAVED HALL X. A ZEALOT OF THE ZEALOTS XI. THE DOOMED CITY XII. DESOLATION XIII. THE LEGION OF THE LOST XIV. FAITH . XV. FANATICISM XVI. DAWN .... XVII. THE FIRST STONE XVIII. THE COST OF CONQUEST . XIX. THE GATHERING OF THE EAGLES XX. THE VICTORY THE GLADIATORS. EROS. CHAPTER I. THE IVORY GATE. AHK and stern, in their weird beauty, lower the sad brows oi the Queen of Hell. Dear to her are the pomp and power, the shadowy vastness, and the terrible splendour of the nether world. Dear to her the pride of her unbending consort; and doubly dear the wide imperial sway, that rules the immortal destinies of souls. But dearer far than these — dearer than ^lashing crown and fiery sceptre, and throne of blazing gold — are the memories that glimmer bright as sunbeams athwart those vistas of gloomy grandeur, and seem to fan her weary spirit like a fresh breeze from the realms of upper earth. She has not for- ge tten, she never can forget, the dewy flowers, the blooming fragrance of lavish Sicily, nor the sparkling sea, and the summer haze, and the golden harvests that wave and whisper in the garden and granary of the world. Then a sad smile steals over the haughty face ; the stem beauty softens in the gleam, and, for a while, the daughter of Ceres is a laughing girl once more. So the Ivory Gate swings back, and gentle doves come forth on snowy wings, flying upwards through the gloom, to bear balm and consolation to the weary and the wounded and the lost. Now this was the dream the birds of Peace brought with them, to soothe the broken spirit of a sleeping slave. ****** The old boar has turned to bay at last. Long and severe has been the chase ; through many an echoing woodland, doAvn many a sunny glade, by copse and dingle, rock and cave, through B 2 EROS. splashing stream, and deep, dank, quivering morass, the large rough hounds have tracked him, unerring and pitiless, till they have set him up here, against the trunk of the old oak-tree, and he has turned — a true British denizen of the waste — to sell his life dearly, and fight unconquered to the last. His small eye glows like a burning ccal ; the stiff bristles are up along his huge black body, flecked with white froth that he churns and throws about him, as he offers those curved and ripping tusks, now to one, now to another of his crowding, bay- ing, leaping foes. ' Have at him ! Good dogs ! ' shouts the hunter, running in with a short, broad-bladed boar-spear in his hand. Breathless is he, and wearied with the long miles of tangled forests he has traversed ; but his heart is glad within him, and his blood tinglep with a strange wild thrill of triumph known only to the votaries of the chase. Gelert is down, torn and mangled from flank to dewlap; Luath has the wild swine by the throat; and a foot of gleaming steel, driven home by a young, powerful arm, has entered behind the neck and pierces downwards to the very brisket. The shaft of the spear snaps short across, as the thick unwieldy body turns slowly over, and the boar shivers out his life on the smooth sward, soft and green as velvet, that exists nowhere but in Britain. The dream changes. The boar has disappeared, ami the wood- land gives place to a fair and smiling plain. Vast herds of Bhaggy red cattle are browsing contentedly, with their wide- horned heads to the breeze ; flocks of sheep dot the green undula- ting pastures, that stretch away towards the sea. A gull turns its white wing against the clear blue sky ; there is a hum of insects in the air, mingled with the barking of dogs, the lowing of kine, the laughter of women, and other sounds of peace, abundance, and content. A child is playing round its mother's knee — a child with frank bold brow and golden curls, and large blue fearless eyes, sturdy of limb, quick of gesture, fond, imperious, and wilful. The mother, a tall woman, with a beautiful but mournful face, is gazing steadfastly at the sea, and seems uncon- scious of her boy's caresses, who is fondling and kissing the white hand he holds in both his own. Her large shapely figure is draped in snowy robes that trail upon the ground, and massive ornaments of gold encircle arms and ankles. At intervals she looks fondly down upon the child ; but ever her face resumes its wistful expression, as she fixes her eyes again upon the sea. THE IVORY GATE. 3 There is nothing of actual sorrow in that steadfast gaze — still les? of impatience, or anger, or discontent. Memory is the prevailing sentiment portrayed — memory, tender, absorbing, irresistible, without a ray of hope, but without a shadow of self-reproach. There is a statue of Mnemosyne at one of the entrances to the Forum that carries on its marble brow the same crushing weight of thought ; that wears on its delicate features, graven into the saddest of beauty by the Athenian's chisel, just such a weary and despondent look. Where can the British child have seen those tasteful spoils of Greece that deck her Imperial Mis- tress ? And yet he thinks of that statue as he looks up in his mother's face. But the fair tall woman shivers and draws her robe closer about her, and taking the child in her arms, nestles his head against her bosom and covers him over with her draperies, for the wind blows moist and chill, the summer air is white with driving mist, huge shapeless forms loom through the haze, and the busy sounds of life and laughter have subsided into the still- ness of a vast and dreary plain. The child and its mother have disappeared, but a tall, strong youth, just entering upon manhood, with the same blue eyes and fearless brow, is present in their stead. He is armed for the first time with the weapons of a warrior. He has seen blows struck in anger now, and fronted the Legions as they advanced, and waged his fearless unskilful valour against the courage, and the tactics, and the discipline of Rome. So he is invested with sword, and helm, and target, and takes his place, not without boyish pride, amongst the young warriors who encircle the hallowed spot where the Druids celebrate their solemn and mysterious rites. The mist comes thicker still, driving over the plain in waves of vapour, that impart a ghostly air of motion to the stones that tower erect around the mystic circle. Grey, moss-grown, and unhewn, hand of man seems never to have desecrated those mighty blocks of granite, standing there, changeless and awful, like types of eternity. Dim and indistinct are they as the worship they guard. Hard and stern as the pitiless faith of sacrifice, vengeance, and oblation, inculcated at their base. A wild low chant comes wailing on the breeze, and through the gathering mist a long line of white-robed priests winds slowly into the circle. Stern and gloomy are they of aspect, lofty of stature, and large of limb, with long grey beards and tresses waving in the wind. Each wears a crown of oak-leaves round his head ; 4 EROS. each grasps a wand covered with ivy in his hand. The youth cannot resist an exclamation of surprise. There is desecration in his thought, there is profanity in his words. Louder and louder swells the chant. Closer and closer still contracts the circle. The white rolied priests are hemming him in to the veiy centre of the mystic ring, and sec ! the sacrificial knife is already bared and whetted, and nourished in the air by a long brawny arm. The young warrior strives to fly. Horror ! his feet refuse to stir, his hands cleave powerless to his sides. lie seems turning to stone. A vague fear paralyses him that he too will become one of those granite masses to stand there motionless during eternity. His heart stops beating within him, and the transformation seems about to be completed, when lo ! a Avarlike peal of trumpets breaks the spell, ami he shakes his spear aloft and leaps gladly from the earth, exulting in the sense of life and motion once more. Again the dream chances. Frenzied priest and Druidical stone have vanished like the mist that encircled them. It is a beautiful balmy night in June. The woods are black and silver in the moonlight. Not a breath of air stirs the topmost twigs of the lofty elm cut clear and distinct against the sky. Not a ripple blurs the surface of the lake, spread out and gleaming like a sheet of polished steel. The bittern calls at intervals from the adjacent marsh, and the nightingale carols in the copse. All is peaceful and beautiful, and suggestive of enjoyment or repose. Yet here, lying close amongst the foxglove and the fern, long lines of white- robed warriors are waiting but the signal for assault. And yonder, where the earth- work rises dark and level against the sky, paces to and fro a high-crested sentinel, watching over the safety of the Eagles, with the calm and ceaseless vigilance of that discipline which has made the legionaries masters of the woi'ld. Once more the trumpets peal ; the only sound to be heard in that array of tents, drawn up with such order and precision, behind the works, except the footfall of the Eoman guard, firm and regular, as it relieves the previous watch. In a short space that duty will be performed ; and then, if ever, must the attack be made with any probability of success. Youth is impatient of delay — the young warrior's pulse beats audibly, and he feels the edge of his blade and the point of his short-handled javelin, with an intensity of longing that is absolutely painful. At length the word is passed from rank to rank. Like the crest of a sea-wave breaking, into foam, rises that wavering line of white, rolling its length out in the moonlight, as man ?fter man springs erect at tho THE IVORY GATE. 5 touch of his comrade ; and then a roar of voices, a rush of feet, and the wave dashes up and breaks against the steady solid resistance of the embankment. But discipline is not to be caught tlms napping. Ere the echo of their trumpets has died out among the distant hills, the legion- aries stand to their arms throughout the camp. Already the rampart gleams and bristles with shield and helmet, javelin, sword, and spear. Already the Eagle is awake and defiant ; un- ruffled, indeed, in plumage, but with beak and talons bare and whetted for defence. The tall centurions marshal their men in line even and regular, as though about to defile by the throne of Caesar, rather than to repel the attack of a wild barbarian foe. The tribunes, with their golden crests, take up their appointed posts in the four corners of the camp ; while the Praetor himself gives his orders calm and unmoved from the centre. Over the roar of the swarming Britons, sounds the clear trumpet-note pealing out its directions, concise and intelligible as a living voice, and heard by the combatants far and wide, in- spiring courage and confidence, and order in the confusion. Brandishing their long SAvords, the white clad-warriors of Britain rush tumnltuously to the attack. Already, they have filled the ditch and scaled the earthwork ; but once and again they recoil from the steady front and rigid discipline of the invader, while the short stabbing sword of the Roman soldier, covered as he is by his ample shield, does fearful execution at close quarters. But still fresh assailants pour in, and the camp is carried and overrun. The young warrior rushes exulting to and fro, and the enemy falls in heaps before him. Such moments are worth whole years of peaceful life. He has reached the Prrctorium. He is close beneath the Eagles, and he leaps wildly at them to bring them off in triumph as trophies of his victory. But a grim centurion strikes him to the earth. Wounded, faint, and bleeding, he is carried away by his comrades, the shaft of the Roman standard in his hand. They bear him to a war-chariot, they lash the wild galloping steeds, the roll of the wheels thunders in his ears as they dash tumultuously across the plain, and then * * * * the gentle mission is fulfilled, the doves fly down again to Proserpine, and the young, joyous, triumphant warrior of Britain wakes up a Roman slave. 8 EROS. CHAPTER II THE MARBLE PORCH. It was the sound of a chariot, truly enough, that roused the dreamer from his slumbers ; but how different the scene on which his drowsy eyes unclosed, from that which fancy had conjured up in the shadowy realms of sleep ! A beautiful portico, supported on slender columns of smooth white marble, protected him from the rays of the morning sun, already pouring down with the intensity of Italian heat. Garlands of leaves and dowers, cool and fresh in their contrast with the snowy surface of these dainty pillars, were wreathed around their stems, and twined amongst the delicate carving of their Corin- thian capitals. Large stone vases, urn-shaped and massive, stood in long array at stated intervals, bearing the orange-tree, the myrtle, and other dark-green ilowering shrubs, which formed a fair perspective of retirement and repose. Shapely statues tilled niches in the wall, or stood out more prominently in the vacant spaces of the colonnade. Here cowered a marble Venus, in the shamefaced consciousness of unequalled beauty; there stood forth a bright Apollo, exulting in the perfection of godlike symmetry and grace. Rome could not linger the chisel like her instructress Greece, the mother of the Arts, but the hand that firmly grasps the sword need never want for anything skill pro- duces, or genius creates, or gold can buy ; so it is no marvel that the masterpieces and treasures of the nations she subdued found their way to the Imperial City, mistress of the world. Even where the sleeper lay reclined upon a couch of curiously-carved wood from the forests that clothe Mount Hymettus, an owl so beautifully chiselled that its very breast-plumage seemed to ruffle in the breeze, looked down upon him from a niche where it had been placed at a cost that might have bought a dozen such human chattels as himself; for it had been brought from Athens as the most successful effort of a sculptor, who had devoted it to the honour of Minerva in his zeal. Refinement, luxury, nay profu- sion, reigned paramount even here outside the sumptuous dwell- ing of a Roman lady ; and the very ground in her porch over which she was borne, for she seldom touched it with her feet, was fresh swept and sanded as often as it had been disturbed by the tread of her litter-bearers, or the wheels of her chariot. Many a time was this ceremony performed in the twenty-four THE MARBLE TORCH. / hours; for Valeria was a woman of noble rank, great possessions, and the highest fashion. Not a vanity of her sex, not a folly was there of her class, in which she scrupled to indulge ; and then, as now, ladies were prone to rush into extremes, and frivolity, when it took the garb of a female, assumed preposterous dimen- sions, and a thirst for amusement, incompatible with reason or self-control. There is always a certain hush, and, as it were, a pompous still- ness, about the houses of the great, even long after inferior mortals are astir in pursuit of their pleasure or their business. To-day was A'aleria's birthday, and as such was didy observed by the hanging of garlands on the pillars of her porch ; but after the completion of this graceful ceremony, silence seemed to have sunk once more upon the household, and the slave whose dream we have recorded, coming into her gates with an offering from his lord, and finding no domestics in the way, had sat him down to wait in the grateful shade, and, overcome with heat, might have slept on till noon had he not been roused by the grinding chariot-wheels, which mingled so confusedly with his dream. It was no plebeian vehicle that now rolled into the colonnade, driven at a furious pace, and stopping so abruptly as to create considerable confusion and insubordination amongst the noble animals that drew it. The car, mounted on two wheels, was con- structed of a highly-polished wood, cut from the wild fig-tree, elaborately inlaid with ivory and gold ; the very spokes and felloes of the wheels were carved in patterns of vine-leaves and flowers, whilst the extremities of the pole, the axle, and the yoke, were wrought into exquisite representations of the wolf's head, an animal, from historical reasons, ever dear to the fancy of the Roman. There was but one person besides the driver in the carriage, and so light a draught might indeed command any rate of speed, when whirled along by four such horses as now plunged and reared and bit each other's crests in the portico of Valeria's mansion. These were of a milky white, with dark muzzles, and a bluish tinge under the coat, denoting its soft texture, and the Eastern origin of the animals. Somewhat thick of neck and shoulders, with semicircular jowl, it was the broad and tapering head, the small quivering ear, the wide red nostril, that demon- strated the purity of their blood, and argued extraordinary powers of speed and endurance ; while their short, round backs, prominent muscles, flat legs, and dainty feet, promised an amount of strength and activity only to be attained by the production of perfect symmetry. S EROS. These beautiful animals were harnessed four abreast — the inner pair somewhat in the fashion of our modern curricle, being yoked to the pole, of which the very fastening-pins were steel overlaid with gold, whilst the outer horses, drawing only from a trace attached respectively on the inner side of each to the axle of the chariot, were free to wheel their quarters outwards in every direction, and kick to their heart's content — a liberty of which, in the present instance, they seemed well dis- posed to avail themselves. The slave started to his feet as the nearest horse winced and swerved aside from his unexpected figure, snorting the while in mingled wantonness and fear. The axle grazed his tunic while it passed, and the driver, irritated at his horses' unsteadiness, or perhaps in the mere insolence of a great man's favourite, struck at him heavily with his whip as he went by. The Briton's blood boiled at the indignity ; but his sinewy arm was up like lightning to parry the blow, and as the lash curled round his wrist he drew the weapon quickly fiom the driver's hand, and would have returned the insult with interest, had he not been deterred from his purpose by the youthful effeminate appearance of the aggressor. ' I cannot strike a girl ! ' exclaimed the slave, contemptuously, throwing the whip at the same time into the floor of the chariot, where it lit at the feet of the other occupant, a sumptuously- dressed nobleman, who enjoyed the discomfiture of his charioteer, with the loud frank glee of a master jeering a dependant. ' "Well said, my hero ! ' laughed the patrician, adding in good- humoured, though haughty, tones, ' Not that I would give much for the chance of man or woman in a grasp like yours. By Jupiter ! you've got the arms and shoulders of Antarus ! Who owns you, my good fellow ? and what do you here ? ' ' Nay, I woidd strike him again to some purpose if I were on the ground with him,' interrupted the charioteer, a handsome, petulant youth of some sixteen summers, whose long flowing curls and rich scarlet mantle denoted a pampered and favourite slave. ' Gently, Scipio ! So-ho, Jugurtha ! The horses will fret for an hour now they have been scared by his ugly face.' ' Better let him alone, Automedon ! ' observed his master, again shaking his sides at the obvious discomfiture portrayed on the flushed face of his favourite. ' Through your life keep clear of a man when he shuts his mouth like that, as you would of an ox with a wisp of hay on his horn. You silly boy I why he would swallow such a slender frame as yours at a gulp : and TIIE MARBLE PORCn. 9 nubody but a fool ever strikes at a man unless he knows he can reach him, ay, and punish him too, without hurting his own knuckles in return ! But what do you here, good fellow ? ' he repeated, addressing himself once more to the slave, who stood erect, scanning his questioner with a fearless, though respectful eye. ' My master is your friend,' was the outspoken answer. ' You supped with him only the night before last. But a man need not be in the household of Licinius, nor have spent his best years at Eome, to know the face of Julius Placidus, the Tribune.' A smile of gratified vanity stole over the patrician's countenance while he listened ; a smile that had the effect of imparting to its lineaments an expression at once mocking, crafty, and malicious. In repose, and such was its usual condition, the face was almost handsome, perfect in its regularity, and of a fixed, sedate com- posure which bordered on vacuity, but when disturbed, as it sometimes, though rarely, was, by a passing emotion, the smile that passed over it like a lurid gleam, became truly diabolical. The slave was right. Amongst all the notorious personages who crowded and jostled each other in the streets of Eome at that stormy period, none was better known, none more courted, flattered, honoured, hated, and mistrusted, than the occupant of the gilded chariot. It was no time for men to wear their hearts in their hands — it was no time to make an additional enemy, or to lose a possible friend. Since the death of Tiberius, emperor had succeeded emperor with alarming rapidity. Nero had indeed died by his own hand, to avoid the just retribution of unex- ampled vices and crimes ; but the poisoned mushroom had car- ried off his predecessor, and the old man who succeeded him fell by the weapons of the very guards he had enlisted to protect his grey head from violence. Since then another suicide had indued Vitellius with the purple ; but the throne of the Caesars was fast becoming synonymous with a scaffold, and the sword of Damocles quivered more menacingly, and on a slenderer hair than ever, over the diadem. When great political convulsions agitate a State, already seeth- ing with general vice and luxury, the moral scum seems, by a law of nature, to float invariably to the surface — the characters most destitute of principle, the readiest to obey the instincts of self- aggrandisement and expediency, achieve a kind of spurious fame, a doubtful and temporary success. Under the rule of Nero, perhaps, there was but one path to Court favour, and that lay in 10 EROS. the disgraceful attempt to vie with this Emperor's brutalities and crimes. The palace of Caesar was then indeed a sink of foul iniquity and utter degradation. The sycophant who could most readily reduce himself to the level of a beast in gross sensuality, while he boasted a demon's refinement of cruelty, and morbid depravity of heart, became the first favourite for the time with his imperial master. To be fat, slothful, weak, gluttonous, and effeminate, while the brow was crowned with roses, and the brain was drenched with wine, and the hands were steeped in blood — this it was to be a friend and counsellor of Ca:sar. Men waited and wondered in stupefied awe when they marked the monster reeling from a debauch to some fresh least of horrors, some ingenious exhibition of the complicated tortures that may be inflicted on a human being, some devilish experiment of all the body can bear, ere the soul takes wing from its ghastly, mutilated tenement, and this not on one, but a thousand victims. Tiny waited and wondered what the gods were about,' that Divine vengeance should slumber through such provocations as these. But retribution overtook him at last. The heart which a slaughtered mother's spectre could not soften, which remorse for a pregnanl wile's fate, kicked to death by her brutal lord, failed to wring, quailed at the approach of a few exasperated soldiers; and the tyrant who had so often smiled to see blood flow like water in the amphitheatre, died by his own baud — died as he had lived, a coward and a murderer to the last. Since then, the Court was a sphere in which any bold un- scrupulous man might be pretty sure of attaining success. The present emperor was a goodhumoured glutton, one whose faculties, originally vigorous, had been warped and deadened by excess, just as his body had become bloated, his eye dimmed, his strength palsied, and his courage destroyed by the same course. The scheming statesman, the pliant courtier, the successful soldier had but one passion now, one only object for the exercise of his energies, both of mind and body — to eat enormously, to drink to excess, to study every art by which fresh appetite could be stimulated when gorged to repletion — and then — to eat and drink again. With such a patron, any man who united to a tendency for the pleasures of the table, a strong brain, a cool head, and an aptitude for business, might be sure of considerable influence. The Emperor thoroughly appreciated one who would take trouble off his hands, while at the same time he encouraged his master, by precept and example, in his swinish propensities. It was no TIIE MARBLE PORCH. 11 siiglit service to Vitelline to rise from a debauch and give thos€ necessary orders in an unforeseen emergency which Caesar's sodden brain was powerless to originate or to understand. Ere Placidua had been a month about the Court, he had in- sinuated himself thoroughly into the good graces of the Emperor. This man's had been a strange and stirring history. Born of patrician rank, he had used his family influence to advance him in the military service, and already, whilst still in the flower of youth, had attained the grade of Tribune in Vespasian's army, then occupying Judasa under that distinguished general. Although no man yielded so willingly, or gave himself up so entirely to the indolent enjoyments of Asiatic life, Placidus possessed many of the qualities which are esteemed essential to the character of a soldier. Personal bravery, or we should rather say, insensibility to danger, was one of his peculiar advantages. Perhaps this is a quality inseparable from such an organisation as his, in which, while the system seems to contain a wealth of energy and vitality, the nerves are extremely callous to irritation, and completely under control. The Tribune never came out in more favourable colours than when every one about him was in a state of alarm and confusion. On one occasion, at the siege of Jotapata, where the Jews were defending themselves with the desperate energy of their race, Placidus won golden opinions from Vespasian by the cool dexterity with which he saved from destruction a whole company of soldiers and their centurion, under the very eye of hia general. A maniple, or, in the military language of to-day, a wing of the cohort led by Placidus was advancing to the attack, and the first centurion, with the company under his command, was already beneath the wall, bristling as it was with defenders, who hurled down on their assailants darts, javelins, huge stones, every de- scription of weapon or missile, including molten lead and boiling oil. Under cover of a moveable pent-house, which protected them, the head of the column had advanced their battering-ram to the very Avail, and were swinging the huge engine back, by the ropes and pulleys which governed it, for an increased impulse of destruction, when the Jews, who had been watching their opportunity, succeeded in balancing an enormous mass of granite immediately above the pent-house and the materials o* offence, animate and inanimate, which it contained. A Jewish warrior clad in shining armour had taken a lever in his hand, and was in the act of applying that instrument to the impending tottering mass ; in another instant it must have crashed down 1 2 EROS. upon their heads, and buried the whole band beneath its weight. At his appointed station by the Eagle, the Tribune was watching the movements of his men with his usual air of sleepy, indolent approval. And even in this critical moment his eye never bright- ened, his colour never deepened a shade. The voice was calm, low, and perfectly modulated in which he bade the trumpeter at his right hand sound the recall; nor, though its business-like rapidity could scarce have been exceeded by the most practised archer, was the movement the least hurried with which he snatched the bow from a dead Parthian auxiliary at his feet and fitted an arrow to its string. In the twinkling of an eye, while the granite vibrated on the very parapet, that arrow was quiver- ing between the joints of the warrior's harness who held the lever, and he had fallen with his head over the wall in the throes of death. Before another of the defenders coidd take his place the assaulting party had retired, bringing along with them, in their cool and rigid discipline, the battering-ram and wooden covering which protected it, while the Tribune quietly observed, as he replaced the bow into the fallen Parthian's hand, 'A com- pany saved is a hundred men gained. A dead barbarian is exactly worth my tallest centurion, and the smartest troop I have in the maniple ! ' Vespasian was not the man to forget such an instance of cool promptitude, and Julius Placidus was marked out for promotion from that day forth. But with its courage, the Tribune possessed the cunning of the tiger, not without something also of that fierce animal's outward beauty, and much of its watchful, pitiless, and untiring nature. A brave soldier should have considered it a degradation, under any circumstances, to play a double part; but with Placidus every step was esteemed honourable so long as it was on the ascent. The successfid winner had no scruple in deceiving all about him at Rome, by the eagerness with which he assumed the character of a mere man of pleasure, while he lost no opportunity the while of ingratiating himself with the many desperate spirita who were to be found in the imperial city, ready and willing to assist in any enterprise which should tend to anarchy and con- fusion. While he rushed into every extravagance and pleasure of that luxurious Court — while he vied with Caesar himself in his pro- fusion, and surpassed him in his orgies — he suffered no symptoms to escape him of a higher ambition than that of excellence in trifling — of deeper projects than those which affected the wine-cup, the pageant, and the passing follies of the hour. Yet all the while, THE M.VRBLE PORCH. 13 within that dainty reveller's brain, schemes were forming and thoughts burning that should have withered the very roses on hii brow. It might have been the strain of Greek blood which filtered through his veins, that tempered his Roman courage and endur- ance with the pliancy essential to conspiracy and intrigue — a strain that was apparent in his sculptured regularity of features, and general symmetry of form. His character has already been compared to the tiger's, and his movements had all the pliant ease and stealthy freedom of that graceful animal. His stature was little above the average of his countrymen, but his frame was cast in that mould of exact proportion which promises the ex- treme of strength combined with agility and endurance. Had he been caught like Milo, he would have writhed himself out of the trap, with the sinuous persistency of a snake. There was something snake-like, too, in his small glittering eye, and the clear smoothness of his skin. With all its brightness no woman worthy of the name but would have winced with womanly instincts of aversion and repugnance from his glance. With all its beauty no child would have looked up frankly and confidingly in his face. Men turned, indeed, to scan him ap- provingly as he passed ; but the brave OAvned no sympathy with that smooth set brow, that crafty and malicious smile, while the timid or the superstitious shudderedand shrank away, averting their own gaze from what they felt to be the influence of the evil eye. And yet, in his snowy tunic bleached to dazzling white, in hia collar of linked gold, his jewelled belt, his embroidered sandals, and the ample folds of his deep violet mantle, nearly approaching purple, Julius Placidus was no unworthy representative of his time and his order, no mean specimen of the wealth, and foppery, and extravagance of Rome. Such was the man who now stood up in his gilded chariot at Valeria's door, masking with his usual expression of carele.s3 in dolence, the real impatience he felt for tidings of its mistress. CHAPTER III. HERMES. It was customary with the more refined aristocracy of" Rome, during the first century of the Empire, to pay great respect to 14 EROS. Mercury, the god of invention and intrigue. Not that the qualities generally attributed to that power were calculated to inspire admiration or esteem, but simply because lie had acquired a fortuitous popularity at a period when the graceful Pantheism of the nation was regulated by general opinion, and when a went in and out of fashion like a dn At Valeria's porch, in common with many other great h< stood an exquisite statue of the god, representing him as ,-t youth, of athletic and symmetrical proportions, poised on a winged foot in the act of running, with the broad-leaf hat on his head, and the snake-turned rod in his hand. The countenance of the statue was expressive of intellect and vivacity, while the form wa.« wrought into the highest ideal of activity and strength. It wa* placed on a square pedestal of marble immediately opposite the dcor ; and behind this pedestal, the slave retired in some confu- sion when a train of maidens appeared from within, to answer the summons of Julius Plaeidus in Ids cha The Tribune did not think it necessary to alight, hut pro- ducing from the bosom of his tunic a jewelled casl ! nne hand on the shoulder of Automedon, while' with the other he proffered his gift to a damsel who seemed the chief among her fellows, and whose manners partook hugely of the flippancy of the waiting-maid. ' Commend me to your mistress,' said Plaeidus, at the same time throwing a gold chain round her neck on her own account, and bending carelessly down to take a receipt for the same, in the shape of a caress; ' bid her every good omen from the most faithful of her servants, and ask her at what hour I may hope to be received on this her birthday, which the triile you carry to her from me will prove I have not forgotten.' The waiting-maid tried hard to raise a blush, but with ail her efforts the rich Southern colour would not deepen on her cheek ; so she thought better of it, and looked him full in the face with her bold black eyes, while she replied : ' You have forgotten surely, my lord, that this is the feast of Isis, and no lady that is a lady, at least here in Rome, can have leisure to-day for any- thing but the sacred mysteries of the goddess.' Plaeidus laughed outright ; and it was strange how his laugh scared those who watched it. Automedon fairly turned pale, and even the waiting-maid seemed disconcerted for a moment. ' I have heard of these mysteries,' said he, 'my pretty Myrrhina, and who has not ? The Roman ladies keep them Somewhat jealously to themselves : aad by all accounts it is well IIERMES. 1 5 for our sex that they do so. Nevertheless there are yet some hours of sunlight to pass before the chaste rites of Egypt can possibly begin. Will not Valeria see me in the interval ?" A very quick ear might have detected the least possible tremor in the Tribune's voice as he spoke the last sentence ; it was not lost upon Myrrhina, for she showed all the white teeth in her large well-formed mouth, while she enumerated with immense volubility those different pursuits which filled up the day of a fashionable Roman lady. ' Impossible ! ' burst out the damsel. ' She has not a moment to spare from now till sunset. There's her dinner,* and her fencing- lesson, and her bath, and her dressing, and the sculptor coming for her hand, and the painter for her face, and the new Greek sandals to be fitted to her feet. Then she has sent for Philogemon, the augur, to cast her horoscope, and for Galanthis, who is cleverer than ever Locusta was, and has twice the practice, to prepare a philtre. Maybe it is for you, my lord, 1 added the girl roguishly. ' I hear the ladies are all using them just now.' The evil smile crossed the Tribune's face once more; perhaps he too had been indebted to the potions of Galanthis, for purposes of love or hate, and he did not care to be reminded of them. ' Nay,' said he meaningly, ' there is no need for that. Valeria can do more with one glance of her bright eyes, than all the potions and poisons of Galanthis put together. Say. Myrrhina — you are in my interest — does she look more favour- ably of late ? ' ' How can I tell, my lord ? ' answered the girl, with an arch expression of amusement and defiance in her face. ' My mistress is but a woman after all, and they say women are more easily mastered by the strong hand, than lured by the honey lip. She is not to be won by a smooth tongue and a beardless face, I know, for I heard her say so to Paris myself, in the very spot where we are now standing. Juno ! but the player slunk away somewhat crest-fallen, I can tell you, when she called him " a mere girl in her brother's clothes " at the best. No ; the man who wins my mistress will be a man all over, I'll answer for it ! So far, she is like the rest of us for that matter.' And Myrrhina sighed, thinking, it may be, of some sunburnt youth the while, whose rough but not unwelcome wooing had assailed her in her early girlhood, ere she came to Rome ; far away yonder amongst the blushing vines, in the bright Campanian hills. * Th? dinner or prandium of Rome, was the first meal in the day. 16 EROS. 'Say you so?' observed the Trit une, obviously flattered by the implied compliment; for he wis proud in his secret h< i his bodily strength. ' Nay, (here was a fellow standing here when I drove up, who would make an easy conquest of you, Myrrhina, if, like your Sabine grandams, you must be borne off to be wed, on your lover's shoulders. By the body of Hercul a ! he would tuck you up under his ana as easily as you cany tli.it casket, which you seem so afraid to Let out of your hand. Ay, there he is ! lurking behind Hermes. Stand forth, my good fellow ! What ! you are not afraid of Automedon, are yon the crack of that young reprobate's whi While he spoke, the slave stepped forward from his lurking- place behind the statue, whore the quick eye of Placidus had detected him, and presented to Myrrhina with a respectful gesture the offering of his lord to her mistress — a filigree basket of fr silver, filled with a few choice fruits and flowers — ' From Caius Licinius, greeting,' said he, ' in honour of Valeria's natal day. The flowers are scarce yet dry from the spray that brawling Anio flings upon its banks; the fruits were glowing in .yesterday's sun, on the brightest slopes of Tibur. My master offers the freshest and fairest of his fruits and flowers to hia kinswoman, who is fresher and fairer than them all.' He delivered his message, which he had obviously learned by rote, in sufficiently pure and fluent Latin, scarcely tinged with the accent of a barbarian, and bowing low as he placed the basket in Myrrh ina's hand, drew himself up to his noble height, and looked proudly, almost defiantly, at the Tribune. The girl started and turned pale — it seemed as if the statue of Hermes had descended from its pedestal to do her homage. He stood there, that glorious specimen of manhood, in his majestic strength and symmetry, in the glow of his youth, and health, and beauty, like an impersonation of the god. Myrrhina, in common with many of her sex, was easily fascinated by external advantages, and she laughed nervously, while she accepted with shaking hands the handsome slave's offering to his master's kins- woman. ' Will you not enter ? ' said she, the colour mantling once more, and this time without an effort, in her burning cheeks. ' It is not the custom to depart from Valeria's house without breaking bread and drinking Avine.' But the slave excused himself, abruptly, almost rudely, losing, be- sure, by his refusal, none of the ground he had already gained in Myrrhina's good graces. It chafed him to remain even at the porch. The atmosphere of luxury that pervaded it, seemed HEHMKS. 17 to weigh upon his senses, and oppress his breath. Moreover, the insult he had sustained from Automedon, yet rankled in his heart. How he wished the boy-charioteer was nearer his match in size and strength ! lie would have hurled him from the chariot where he stood, turning his curls so insolently round his dainty fingers — hurled him to earth beyond his horses' heads, and taught him the strength of a Briton's arm and the squeeze of a Briton's gripe. ' Ay ! and his master after him ! ' thought the slave, for already he experienced towards Placidus that unaccountable instinct of aversion which seems to warn men of a future foe, and which, to give him his due, the Tribune was not unused to awaken in a brave and honest breast. Placidus, however, scanned him once more, as he strode away, with the critical gaze of a judge of human animals. It was this man's peculiarity to look on all he met as possible tools, that might come into use for vai - ious purposes at a future and in- definite time. If he observed more than usual courage in a soldier, superior acuteness in a freedman, nay, even uncommon beauty in a woman, he bethought himself that although he might have no immediate use for these qualities, occasions often arose on which he could turn them to his profit, and he noted, and made sure of, their amount accordingly. In the present instance, although somewhat surprised that he had never before re- marked the slave's stalwart proportions in the household of Licinius, whose affection for the Briton had excused him from all menial offices, and consequent contact with visitors, he determined not to lose sight of one so formed by nature to excel in the gymnasium or the amphitheatre, while there crept into his heart a cruel cold-blooded feeling of satisfaction at the possibility of witnessing so muscular and shapely a figure in the contortions of a mortal struggle, or the throes of a painful death. Besides, there was envy, too, at the bottom — envy in the proud patrician's breast, leaning so negligently on the cushions of his gilded chariot, with all his advantages of rank, reputation, wealth, and influence — envy of the noble bearing, the personal comeliness, and the free manly step of the slave. ' Had he struck thee, Automedon,' said his master, unable to resist taunting the petted youth who held the reins ; ' had he but laid a finger on thee, thou hadst never spoken again, and I had been rid of the noisiest and most useless of my household. Gently with that outside horse; dost see how he chafes upon the rein ? Gently, boy, I say ! and drive me back into the Foi-um.' Ah lie settled himself among the cushions and rolled swiftly C 1 8 EROS. away, Myrrhina came forth into the porch once more. She seemed, however, scarcely to notice the departing chariot, but loi kid dreamily about her, and then re-entered the house with a shake of the head, a smile, and something that was almost a sigh. CHAPTER IV. APHRODITK. A negro boy, the ugliest of his kind, and probably all the more prized for that reason, was shifting uneasily from knee to knee, in an attitude of constraint that showed how long and tiresome he felt his office, and how wearied he was of Valeria's own apart- ment. Such a child, for the urchin seemed of the tendered might be initiated without impropriety into the mysteries of a lady's toilet ; and, indeed, the office it was his duty to under- take, formed the most indispensable part of the whole performance. With a skill and steadiness beyond his years, though with a rueful face, he was propping up an enormous mirror, in which his mistress might contemplate the whole galaxy of her charms — a mirror formed of one broad plate of silver, burnished to the brightness and lucidity of glass, set in an oval frame of richly chased gold, wrought into fantastic patterns and studded with emeralds, rubies, and other precious stones. Not a speck was to be discerned on the polish of its dazzling surface ; and, indeed, the time of one maiden was devoted to the task alone of pre- serving it from the lightest breath that might dim its brightness, and cloud the reflection of the stately form that now sat before it, undergoing, at the hands of her attendants, the pleasing tortures of an elaborate toilet. The reflection was that of a large handsome woman in the very prime and noon-tide of her beauty — a woman whose every movement and gesture bespoke physical organisation of a vigo- rous nature and perfect health. While the strong white neck gave grace and dignity to her carriage — while the deep bosom and! somewhat massive shoulders partook more of Juno's majestic frame than Hebe's pliant youth — while the full sweep and outline of her figure denoted maturity and completeness in every part — the long round limbs, the shapely hands and feet, might have belonged to Diana, so perfect was their symmetry; the warm APHflODIT& 1 9 flush that tinned them, the voluptuous ease of her attitude, the gentle languor of her whole bearing, would have done no dis- credit to the goddess, hanging over the mountain-tops in the golden summer nights to look clown upon Endymion, and bathe her sleeping favourite in floods of light and love. Too fastidious a critic might have objected to "Valeria's form that it expressed more of physical strength than is compatible with perfect womanly beauty, that the muscles were developed over- much, and the whole frame, despite its flowing outlines, partook somewhat of a man's organisation, and a man's redundant strength. The same fault might have been found in a less degree with her countenance. There was a little too much resolution in the small aquiline nose, something of manly audacity and energy in the large well-formed mouth, with its broad white teeth that the fullest and reddest of lips could not conceal — a shade of masculine sternness on the low wide brow, smooth and white, but somewhat prominent, and scarcely softened by the arch of the marked eyebrows, or the dai-k sweep of the lashes that fringed the long laughing eyes. And yet it was a face that a man, and still more a boy, could hardly have looked on without misgivings that he might too soon learn to long for its glances, its smiles, its approval, and its love. There was such a glow of health on the soft transparent skin, Buck a freshness and vitality in the colour of those blooming cheeks, such a sparkle in the grey eyes, that flashed so meaningly when she smiled, that gleamed so clear and bright and cold when the features resumed their natural expression, grave, scornful, almost stern in their repose ; and then such womanly softness in the masses of rich nut-brown hair that showered down neck and shoulders, to form a framework for this lovely, dangerous, and too alluring picture. Even the little negro, wearied as he was, peeped at intervals from the back of the mirror he up- held, fawning like a clog for some sign of approval from his haughty, careless mistress. At length she bade him keep still, with a half-scornful smile at his antics ; and the sharp white teeth gleamed from ear to ear of the dusky little face, as it grinned with pleasure, while the boy settled himself once more in an attitude of patience and steady submission. Nor was Valeria's apartment unworthy of the noble beatity who devoted it to the mysterious rites of dress and decoration. Everything that luxury could imagine for bodily ease, everything that science had as yet discovered for the preservation or the production of feminine attractions, was there to be found in its 20 EROJ«. handsomest and costliest form. In one recess, shrouded by trans- parent curtains of the softest pink, -was the bath that could bo heated at will to any temperature, and the marble steps of which that shapely form was accustomed to descend twice and thrice a day. In another stood the ivory couch with its quilted crimson silks and ornamented pillars of solid gold, in which Valeria slept, and dreamed such dreams as hover round the rest of those whoso life is luxury, and whose business is a ceaseless career of pleasure. On a table of cedar-wood, fashioned like a palm-leaf opening out from a pedestal that terminated in a single claw of grotesque shape, stood her silver night-lamp, exhaling odours of perfumed oil, and near it lay the waxen tablets, on which she made her memorandums, or composed her love-letters, and from which, as from an unfinished task, the sharp-pointed steel pencil had rolled away upon the shining lioor. Through the whole court — for court it might be called, with its many entrances and recesses, it* cool and shady nooks, its lofty ceiling and its tesselated pavement — choice vases, jewelled cups, burnished chalices, and exquisite little statues, were scattered in systematic irregularity and graceful profusion. Even the very water in the bath fioAved through the mouth of a marble Cupid ; and two more winged urchins wrought in bronze, supported a stand on which was set a formidable array of perfumes, essences, cosmetics, and such material for offensive and defensive warfare. The walls, too, of this seductive arsenal, were delicately tinted of a light rose-colour, that should throw the most becoming shade over its inmates, relieved at intervals by oval wreaths wrought out in bas-relief, enclosing diverse mythological subjects, in which the figure of Venus, goddess of love and laughter, pre- dominated. Bound the cornices stretched a frieze representing, also in relief, the fabulous contests of the Amazons with every description of monster, amongst which the most conspicuous foe was the well-known gryphon, or griffin, an abnormal quadruped, with the head and neck of a bird of prey. It was curious to trace in the female warriors thus delineated, something of the imperious beauty, the vigorous symmetry, and the dauntless bearing that distinguished Valeria herself, though their energetic and spirited attitudes afforded, at the same time, a marked contrast to the pleasing languor that seemed to pervade every movement o ( that luxurious lady reclining before her mirror, and submitting indolently to the attentions of her maid- servants. These were five m number, and constituted the principal slaves APHRODIT& 21 of her household ; the most important among them seemed to be a tall matronly woman, considerably older than her comrades, who filled the responsible office of housekeeper in the establish- ment — a dignity which did not, however, exempt her from insult, and even blows, when she failed to satisfy the caprices of a somewhat exacting mistress ; the others, comely laughing girls, with the sparkling eyes and white teeth of their countrywomen, seemed principally occupied with the various matters that consti- tuted their lady's toilet — a daily penance, in which, notwith- standing the rigour of its discipline, and the severities that were sure to follow the most trifling act of negligence, they took an in- explicable and essentially feminine delight. Of these it was obvious that Myrrhina was the first in place as in favour. She it was who brought her mistress the warm towels for her bath ; who was ready with her slippers when she emerged ; who handed every article of clothing as it was re- quired ; whose taste was invariably consulted, and whose decision was considered final, on such important points as the position of a jewel, the studied negligence of a curl, or the exact adjustment of a fold. This girl possessed, with an Italian exterior, the pliant cunning and plausible fluency of the Greek. Born a slave on one of Valeria's estates in the country, she had been reared a mere pea sant, on a simple country diet, and amidst healthful country occu- pations, till a freak of her mistress brought her to Rome. With a woman's versatility — with a woman's quickness in adapting her- self to a strange phase of life and a total change of circumstances — the country girl had not been a year in her new situation, ere she became the acutest and cleverest waiting-maid in the capital, with what benefit to her own morals and character, it is needless to inquire. Who so quick as Myrrhina to prepare the unguents, the perfumes, or the cosmetics that repaired the injuries of climate, and effaced the marks of dissipation ? Who so delicate a sempstress ; who had such taste in colours ; who could convey a note or a message with half such precision, simplicity, and tact 1 In short, who was ever so ready, in an emergency, with brush, crisping-iron, needle, hand, eye, or tongue ? Intrigue was her native element. To lie on her mistress's behalf, seemed as natural as on her own. He who would advance in Valeria'^ good-will, must begin by bribing her maid ; and many a Roman gallant had ere this discovered that even that royal road to success was as tedious as it was costly, and might lead eventually to discomfiture and disgrace. 22 Eitos. Aa she took the pouncet-box from one of the girls, and pro- ceeded to sprinkle gold-dust in Valeria's hair, Myrrhina' s eye was caught by the gift of Placidus, lying neglected ;it her feet, the casket open, the jewels scattered ou the floor. Such as ii, was, the waiting-maid owned a conscience, It warned her that she had not as yet worked out the value of the costly chain thrown Found her neck by the Tribune. Showering the gold-dust liberally about her lady's head, Myrrhina felt her way cautiously to the delicate theme. ' There's a new fashion coming in for headgear when the weather gets cooler,' said she. 'It's truth I tell you. madam, for I heard it direct from Selina, who was told by the Empi first tirewoman, though even Caesar himself cannot think Qa looks well, with that yellow mop stuck all over her head. 15ut it's to be the fashion, nevertheless, and right sorry I am to hear it; nor am I the only one for that matter.' ' "Why so ?' asked Valeria, languidly ; ' is it more troublesome than the present ?' Myrrhina had done with the gold-dust now, and, holding the comb in her mouth, was throwing a rich brown curl across her wrist, while she laid a plat carefully beneath it. Notwithstanding the impediment between her lips, however, she was able to reply with great volubility. ' The trouble counts for nothing, madam, when a lady has got such hair as yours. It's a pleasure to run your hands through it, let alone dressing and crisping it, and plaiting it up into a crown that's lit for a queen. But this new fashion will make us all alike, whether we're as bald as old Lyce, or wear our curls down to our ankles, like Necera. Still, to hide such hair as yows ; — as my lord said, only this morning — ' ■ What lord ? this morning ! ' interrupted Valeria, a dawn of interest waking on her handsome features ; ' not Licinius, my noble kinsman ? His approval is indeed worth having.' ' Better worth than his gifts,' answered Myrrhina, pertly ; pointing to the filigree basket which occupied a place of honour on the toilet-table. ' Such a birthday present I never saw 1 A few late roses and a bunch or two of figs to the richest lady in Koine ! To be sure, he sent a messenger with them, who might have come direct from Jove, and the properest man I ever set eyes on.' And Myrrhina moved to one side, that her lady might not observe the blush that rose, even to her shameless brow, as she recalled the impression made on her by the handsome slave. APHROMT& 23 Valeria liked W hear of proper men ; she woke up a little out of her languor, and flung the hair back from her face. ' Go on,' said she, as Myrrhina hesitated, half eager and half loth to pursue the pleasing topic. But the waiting-maid felt the chain round her neck, and acknowledged in her heart the equivalent it demanded. ' It was the Tribune, madam,' said she, ■ who spoke about your hair — Julius Placid us, who values every curl you wear, more than a whole mine of gold. Ah ! there's not a lord in liome has such a taste in dress. Only to see him this morning, with his violet mantle and his jewels sparkling in the sun, with the handsomest chariot and the four whitest horses in the town. Well 1 if I was a lady, and wooed by such a man as that — ' 1 Man call you him ?' interrupted her mistress, with a scornful smile. ' Nay, when these curled, perfumed, close-shaven things are called men, 'tis time for us women to bestir ourselves, lest strength and courage die out in Rome altogether. And you, too, Myrrhina, who know Licinius and Hippias, and saw with your own eyes two hundred gladiators in the Circus only yesterday, you ought to be a better judge. Man, forsooth ! Why you will be calling smooth-faced Paris a man next ! ' Here maid and mistress burst out laughing, for thereby hung a tale of which Valeria was not a little proud. This Paris, a young Egyptian, of beautiful but effeminate appearance, had lately come to Italy to figure with no small success on the Roman stage. His delicate features, his symmetrical shape, and the girlish graces of his pantomimic gestures, had made sad havoc in the hearts of the Roman ladies, at all times too susceptible to histrionic charms. He lost nothing, either, of public attention, by bearing the name of Nero's ill-fated favourite, and embarked at once, unhesitatingly, on the same brilliant and dangerous career. But although it was the fashion to be in love with Paris, Valeria alone never yielded to the mode, but treated him with all the placid indifference she felt for attractions that found no favour in her sight. Stung by such neglect, the petted actor paid devoted court to the woman who despised him, and succeeded, after much importunity, in prevailing on her to accord him an interview in her own house. Of this he had the bad taste to make no small boast in anticipa- tion; and Myrrhina, who found out most things, lost no time in informing her mistress that her condescension was already as much misrepresented as it was misplaced. The two laid their plans accordingly ; and when Paris, attired in the utmost splen- dour, arrived panting to the promised interview, he found himself 24 EROS. seized by some half-dozen hideous old negresses. who smothered him with caresses, stripped him from head to foot, forced him into the bath, and persisted in treating him as if lie were a delicate young lady, but with a quiet violence the while, that it was useless to resist. The same swarthy tirewomen then dressed him in female garments; and despite of threats, struggles, out- cries, and entreaties, placed him in Valeria's litter, and so carried him home to his own door. The ready wit of the play-actor put upon his metamorphosis the construction least favourable to the character of its origi- nator ; but he vowed a summary vengeance, we may be sure, nevertheless. ' I think Paris knows what you think of him only too well,' resumed Myrrhina ; ' not but that he has a fair face of his own, and a lovely shape for dancing, though, to be sure, Placidus is a finer figure of a man. Oh ! if you could have seen him this morning, madam, when he lay back so graceful in his chariot, and chid that pert lad of his for striking with his whip at the tall slave, who to be sure vanished like a flash of lightning, you would have said there wasn't such another patrician in the whole city of Home ! ' 'Enough of Placidus !' interrupted her mistress, impatiently ; ' the subject wearies me. What of this tall slave, Myrrhina, who seems to have attracted your attention ? Did he look like one of the barbarians my kinsman Licinius cries up so mightily ? Is he handsome enough to step with my Liburnians, think you, under the day-litter?' The waiting-maid's eyes sparkled as she thought how pleasant it would be to have him in the same household as herself; and any little restraint she might have experienced in running over the personal advantages that had captivated her fancy disappeared before this agreeable prospect. ' Handsome enough, madam ! ' she exclaimed, removing the comb from her mouth, dropping her lady's hair, and flourishing her hands with true Italian emphasis and rapidity, — ' handsome enough ! why he would make the Liburnians look like bald- headed vultures beside a golden eagle ! Barbarian, like enough, he may be, Cimbrian, Frisian, Ansi-barian, or what not. for I caught the foreign accent tripping on his tongue, and we have few men in Pome of stature ecpial to his. A neck like a tower of marble ; arms and shoulders like the statue of Hercules yonder in the vestibule : a face, ay twice as ^autiful as Pericles ROME. 25 oa your medallion, with the golden curls clustering round a forehead as white as milk ; and eyes — ' Here Myrrhina stopped, a little at a loss for a simile, and a good deal out of breath besides. ' Go on,' said Valeria, who had been listening in an attitude of languid attention, her eyes half closed, her lips parted, and the colour deepening on her cheek. ' What were his eyes like, Myrrhina ? ' ' Well, they were like the blue sky of Campania in the vintage; they were like the stones round the boss of your state-mantle ; they were like the sea at noonday from the long walls of Ostia. And yet they flashed into sparks of fire when he looked at poor little Automedon. I wonder the boy wasn't frightened ! I am sure I should have been ; only nothing frightens those impudent young charioteers.' ' Was he my kinsman's slave ; are you sure, Myrrhina ? ' said her mistress, in an accent of studied unconcern, and never moving a finger from her listless and comfortable attitude. 'No doubt of it, madam,' replied the waiting-maid; and would probably have continued to enlarge on the congenial subject, had she not been interrupted by the entrance of one of the damsels who had been summoned from the apartment, and returned to announce that Hippias, the retired gladiator, was in waiting — ' Would Valeria take her fencing-lesson ? ' But Valeria declined at once, and sat on before her mirroi\ without even raising her eyes to the tempting picture it dis- played. Whatever was the subject of her thoughts, it must have been very engrossing, she seemed so loth to be disturbed. CHAPTER V. ' ROME.' Meanwhile the British slave, unconscious that he was already the object of Valeria's interest and Myrrhina's admiration, was threading his way through the crowded streets that adjoined the Forum, enjoying that vague sense of amusement with which a man surveys a scene of bustle and confusion that does not affect his immediate concerns. Thanks to the favour of his master, his time was nearly at his own disposal, and he had ample leisure to observe the busiest 26 EROR. Bcene in the known world, and to compare it, perhaps, with the peace and simplicity of those early days, which seemed now like the memories of a dream, so completely had they passed away. The business of the Forum was over : the markets were dis- gorging their mingled stream of purveyors, purchasers, and idle lookers-on. The whole population of Rome was hurrying home to dinner, and a motley crowd it was. The citizens tl the Plebeians, properly so calli d, scaicely formed one half of the swarming assemblage. Slaves innunieiable hurried to and fro, to speed the business or the pleasure of their lords; slai every colour and of every nation, from the Scandinavian giant, with blue eyes and waving yellow locks, to the sturdy Ethiopian, thick-lipped, and woolly-haired, the swarthy child of Africa, whose inheritance has been servitude from the earliest ages until now. Many a Roman born was there, too, amongst the servile crowd, aping the appearance and manner of a citizen, hut who shrank from a master's frown at home, and who, despite the acquirement of wealth, and even the attainment of power, must die a bondsman as he had lived. Not the least characteristic feature of the state of society under the Empire was the troop of freedmen that everywhere accom- panied the person, and swelled the retinue of each powerful patrician. These manumitted slaves were usually bound by the ties of interest as much as gratitude to the former master, who had now become their patron. Dependent on him in many cases for their daily food, doled out to them in rations at his door, they were necessarily little emancipated from his authority by their lately acquired freedom. While the relation of patron and client was productive of crying evils in the Imperial City, while the former threw the shield of his powerful protection over the crimes of the latter, and the client in return became the willing pander to his patron's vices, it was the freedman who, more than all others, rendered himself a willing tool to his patrician employer, who yielded unhesitatingly time, affections, probity, and honour itself, to the caprices of his lord. They swarmed about the Forum now, running hither and thither with the obse- quious haste of the parasite, bent on errands which in too many cases would scarce have borne the light of day. Besides these, a vast number of foreigners, wearing the costumes of their different countries, hindered the course of traffic as they stood gaping, stupefied by the confusing scene on which they gazed. The Gaul, with his short, close-fit ting garment ; the 'BOME.' 27 Parthian, with his conical sheepskin cap ; the Mede, with his loose silken trousers ; the Jew, barefoot and robed in black ; the stately Spaniard, the fawning Egyptian, and amongst them all, winding hi-j Avay wherever the crowd was closest, with perfect ease and self-possession, the smooth and supple Greek. When g ime great man passed through the midst, borne aloft in his litter, or leaning on the shoulder of a favourite slave, and freed- men and clients made a passage for him with threat, and push, and blow, the latter would invariably miss the Greek to light on the pate of a humble mechanic, or the shoulders of a sturdy barbarian, while the descendant of Leonidas or Alcibiades would reply in whining sing-song tones to the verbal abuse, with some biting retort, which was sure to turn the laughter of the crowd on the aggressor. If Home had once overrun and conquered the dominions of her elder sister in civilisation, the invasion seemed now to be all the other way. With the turn of the tide had come such an overflow of Greek manners, Greek customs, Greek raorals, and Greek artifice, that the Imperial City was already losing its natural characteristics ; and the very language was so interlarded with the vocabulary of the conquered, that it was fast becoming less Latin than Greek. The Roman ladies, especially, delighted in those euphonious syllables, which clothed Athenian eloquence in such melodious rhythm; and their choicest terms of endearment in the language of love, were invariably whispered in Greek. That supple nation, too, adapting itself to the degradation of slavery and the indulgence of ease, as it had risen in nobler times to the exigencies of liberty and the efforts demanded by war, had usurped the greater portion of art, science, and even power, in Rome. The most talented jointers and sculptors were Greeks. The most enterprising contractors and engineers were Greeks. Rhetoric and elocution could only be learned in a Greek school, and mathematics, unless studied with Greek letters, must be esteemed confused and useless; the fashionable invalid who objected to consult a Greek physician deserved to die ; and there was but one astrologer in Rome who could cast a patrician horo- scope. Of course he was a Greek. In the lower walks of criminal industry ; in the many iniquitous professions called into existence by the luxury of a great city, the Greeks drove a thriving and almost an exclusive trade. Whoever was in most repute, as an evil counsellor, a low buffoon, a money-lender, pimp, pander, or parasite, whatever might be his otl'e qualifica- tions, was sure to be a Greek. 28 EROS. And many a scrutinising glance was cast by professors of tl ifi successful nation at the Briton's manly form as he strode through the crowd, making his way quietly but surely from sheer weight and strength. They followed him with covetous eyes, as they s] eculated on the various purposes to which so much good manhood might be applied. They appraised him, so to speak, and took an inventory of his thews and sinews, his limbs, his stature, and his good looks ; but they refrained from accosting him with importu • nate questions or insolent proposals, for there was a bold confident air about him, that bespoke the stout heart and the ready hand. The stamp of freedom had not yet faded from his brow, and he looked like one who was accustomed to take his own part in a crowd. Suddenly a stoppage in the traffic arrested the moving stream, which swelled in continually to a struggling, eager, vociferating mass. A dray, containing huge blocks of marble, and drawn by several files of oxen, had become entangled with the chariot of a passing patrician, and another great man's litter being checked by the obstruction, much confusion and bad language was the result. Amused with the turmoil, and in no hurry to get home, the British slave stood looking over the heads of the populace at the irritated and gesticulating antagonists, when a smart blow on the shoulder caused him to wheel suddenly round, prepared to return the injury with interest. At the same instant a powerful hand dragged him back by the tunic, and a grasp was laid on him, from which he could not shake himself free, while a rough good- humoured voice whispered in his ear: 1 Softly, lad, softly ! Keep hands off Caesar's lictors an' thou be'st not mad in good earnest. These gentry give more than they take, I can promise thee ! ' The speaker was a broad powerful man of middle size, with the chest of a Hercules ; he held the Briton firmly pinioned in his arms while he spoke, and it was well that he did so, for the lictors were indeed forcing a passage for the Emperor himself, who was proceeding on foot, and as far as was practicable incog., to inspect the fish-market. Vitellius shuffled along with the lagging step of an infirm and bloated old man. His face was pale and flabby, his eye dim, though sparkling at intervals with some little remnant of the ready wit and pliant humour that had made him the favourite of three emperors ere he himself attained the purple. Supported by two freedmen, preceded and followed only by a file of lictors, and attended by three or four slaves, Caasar was taking his short • POME. 29 Talk in hopes of acquiring some little appetite for dinner : what locality so favourable for the furtherance of this object as the fish- market, where the imperial glutton could feast his eyes, if nothing else, on the choicest dainties of the deep ? He was so seldom seen abroad in Rome, that the Briton could not forbear following him with his glance, while his new friend, relaxing his hold with great caution, whispered once more in his ear : '. Ay, look well at him, man, and give Jove thanks thou art not an emperor. There's a shape for the purple ! There's a head to carry a diadem ! Well, well, for all he's so white and flabby now, like a Lucrine turbot, he could drive a chariot once, and hold his own at sword and buckler with the best of them. They say he can drink as well as ever still. Not that he was a match for Nero in his best days, even at that game. Ay, ay, they may talk as they will : we've never had an emperor like him before nor since. Wine, women, shows, sacrifices, wild-beast fights; — a legion of men all engaged in the circus at once ! Such a friend as he was to our trade.' ' And that trade ? ' inquired the Briton good-humouredly enough, now his hands were free : ' I think I can guess it without asking too many questions.' ' No need to guess,' replied the other. ' I'm not ashamed of my trade, nor of my name neither. Maybe you have heard of Hirpinus, the gladiator ? Tuscan born, free Roman citizen, and willing to match himself with any man of his weight, on foot or on horseback, blindfold or half-armed, in or out of a war-chariot, with two swords, sword and buckler, or sword or spear. Any weapon, and every weapon, always excepting the net and the noose. Those I can't bear talking about — to my mind they are not fair fighting. But what need I tell you all about it ? ' he added, running his eye over the slave's powerful frame. ' I must surely have seen you before. You look as if you belonged to the family * yourself ! ' The slave smiled, not insensible to the compliment. ' 'Tis a manlier way of getting bread than most of the employ- ments I see practised in Rome,' was his reply, though he spoke more to himself than his companion. ' A man might die a worse death than in the amphitheatre,' he added, meditatively. ' A worse death ! ' echoed Hirpinus. ' He could scarce die a better ! Think of the rows of heads one upon another piled up like apples to the very awnings. Think of the patricians and * A technical term for a school of gladiators trained by the saiuu master. 30 w>s. re wagering their collars and bracelets, and their sesteices in millions, on the strength of your arm, and the point of your blade. Think of your own vigoxir and manhood, trained till you feel as strong as an elephant, and as lithe as a panther, with an honest -wooden buckler on your arm, and two feet of pliant steel in your hand, as you defile by Caesar and bid him " Good- morrow, from those tvho have come here to die ! " Think of the tough bout with your antagonist, foot to foot, hand to hand, eye to eye, feeling his blade with your own (why a swordsman, lad, can fence as well in the dark as the daylight !), foiling his passes, drawing his attack, learning his feints, watching your opportunity ; when you catch it at last, in you dash like a wild cat, and the guard of your sword rings sharp and true against his breast- bone, as he goes over backwards on the sand ! ' 'And if he gets the opportunity first? ' asked the slave, inte- rested in spite of himself at the enthusiasm which carried him irresistibly along with it. ' If your guard is an inch too high, your return a thought too slow ? If you go backwards on the sand, with the hilt at your breast-bone, and the two feet of steel in your bosom ? How does it feel then ? ' ' Faith, lad, you must cross the Styx, to have that question fairly answered,' replied the other. ' I have had no such experi- ence yet. When it comes I shall know how to meet it. But this talking makes a man thirsty, and the sun is hot enough to bake a neffro here. Come with me, lad ! I know a shady nook, where we can pierce a skin of wine, and afterwards play a game at quoits, or have a bout of wrestling, to while away the afternoon.' The slave was nothing loth. Besides the debt of gratitude he owed for preservation from a serious danger, there was something in his new friend's rough, good-humoured, and athletic manhood that -won on the Briton's favour. Hirpinus, with even more than their fierce courage, had less than the usual brutality of his class, and possessed besides a sort of quaint and careless good-humour, by no means rare among the athletes of every time, which found its way at once to the natural sympathies of the slave. They started off accordingly, on the most amicable terms, in search of that refreshment which a few hours' exposure to an Italian sun rendered very desirable ; but the crowd had not yet cleared off, and their progress was necessarily somewhat slow, notwithstand- ing that the throng of passengers gave way readily enough before two such stalwart and athletic forms. Hirpinus thought it incumbent on him to take the Briton, as it were, under his protection, and to point out to him the TiOME. 31 different objects of interest, and the important personages, lo be seen at that hour in the streets of the capital, totally irre- spective of the fact, that his pupil was as well instructed on these points as himself. But the gladiator dearly loved a listener, and, truth to tell, was extremely diffuse in his narra- tives when he had got one to his mind. These generally turned on his own physical prowess, and his deadly exploits in the amphitheatre, which he was by no means disposed to underrate. There are some really brave men who are also boasters, and llirpinus was one of them. He was in the midst of a long dissertation on the beauties of an encounter fought out between naked combatants, armed oidy with the sword, and was explaining at great length a certain fatal thrust outside his antagonist's guard, and over his elbow, which he affirmed to be his own invention, and irresistible by any parry yet discovered, when the slave felt his goAvn plucked by a female hand, and turning sharply round was somewhat disconcerted to find himself face to face with Valeria's waiting- maid. ' You are wanted,' said she unceremoniously, and with an imperious gesture. ' You are to come to my lady this instant. Make haste, man ; she cannot brook waiting.' Myrrhina pointed while she spoke to where a closed litter borne aloft by four tall Liburnian slaves, had stopped the traffic, and already become the nucleus of a crowd. A white hand peeped through its curtains, as the slave approached, surprised and somewhat abashed at this unexpected appeal. Hirpinus looked on with grave approval the while. Arriving close beneath the litter, of which the curtain was now open, the slave paused and made a graceful obeisance ; then, draAving him- self up proudly, stood erect before it, looking unconsciously his best, in the pride of his youth and beauty. Valeria's cheek was paler than usual, and her attitude more languid, but her grey eyes sparkled, and a smile played round her mouth as she addressed him. ' Myrrhina tells me that you are the man who brought a basket of flowers to my house this morning from Licinius. Wiry did you not wait to carry back my salutations to my kinsman ? ' The colour mounted to the slave's brow as he thought of Automedon's insolence, but he only replied humbly, ' Had I known it was your wish, lady, I had been standing in your porch till now.' 32 EROS. She marked his rising colour, and attributed it tu the effect of her own dazzling beauty. ' Myrrhina knew you at once in the crowd,' said she, gra- ciously ; ' and indeed yours is a face and figure not easily mistaken in Home. I should recognise you myself anywhere now.' She paused, expecting a suitable reply, but the slave, albeit not insensible to the compliment, only blushed again and was silent. Valeria, meanwhile, whose motives in summoning him to her litter had been in the first instance of simple curiosity to see the stalwart barbarian who had so excited Myrrhina's admiration, and whom that sharp-sighted damsel had recognised in an instant amongst the populace, now found herself pleased and interested by the quiet demeanour and noble bearing of this foreign slave. She had always been susceptible to manly beauty, and here she beheld it in its noblest type. She was rapacious of admiration in all quarters ; and here, she could not but flatter herself she gathered an undoubted tribute to the power of her charms. She owned all a woman's interest in anything that had a spice of mystery or romance, and a woman's unfailing instinct in dis- covering high birth and gentle breeding under every disguise ; and here she found a delightful puzzle in the manner and appearance of her kinsman's messenger, whose position seemed so at variance with his looks. She had never in her lite laid the slightest restraint on her thoughts, and but little on her actions — she had never left a purpose unfulfilled, nor a wish un- gratified — but a strange and new feeling, at which even her courageous nature quailed, seemed springing up in her heart while she gazed with half-closed eyes at the Briton, and hesitated to confess, even to herself, that she had never seen such a man as this in her life before. It was in a softened tone that she again addressed him, moving on her couch to show an ivory shoulder and a rounded arm to the best advantage. ' You are a confidential servant of my kinsman's ? You are attached to his person, and always to be found in his household ? ' she asked, more with a view of detaining him than for any fixed purpose. ' I woidd give my life for Licinius ! ' was the prompt and spirited reply. ' But you are gentle born,' she resumed, with increasing interest ; ' how came you in your present dress, your present THE WORSHIP OF ISiS. 33 station ? Licinius has never mentioned you to me. I Jo not even know your name. What is it ? ' ' Esca,' answered the slave, proudly, and looking the while anything but a slave. ' Esca !' she repeated, dwelling on the syllables, with a slow soft cadence ; ' Esca ! 'Tis none of our Latin names ; but that I might have known already. Who and what are you ? ' There was something of defiance in the melancholy tone with which he answered : ' A prince in my own country, and a chief of ten thousand. A barbarian and a slave in Rome.' She gave him her hand to kiss, with a gesture of pity that was almost a caress, and then, as though ashamed of her own con- descension, bade the Liburnians angrily to ' go on.' Esca looked long and wistfully after the litter as it disappeared ; but Ilirpinus, clapping him on the back with his heavy hand, burst into a hearty laugh while he declared : ' 'Tis a clear case, comrade. " Came, saw, and conquered," as the great soldier said. I have known it a hundred times, but always to men of muscle like thee and me. By Castor and Pollux ! lad, thou art in luck. Ay, ay, 'tis always so. She takes thee for a gladiator, and they'll look at nothing but a gladiator now. Come on, brother ; we'll drink a cup to every letter of her name ! ' CHAPTER VI. THE WORSHIP OF ISIS. Ir was the cool and calming hour of sunset. Esca was strolling quietly homewards after the pursuits of the day. He had emp- tied a wine-skin with Hirpinus ; and, resisting that worthy's entreaties to mark so auspicious a meeting by a debauch, had accompanied him to the gymnasium, where the Briton's magnifi- cent strength and prowess raised him higher than ever in the opinion of the experienced athlete. Untiring as were the trained muscles of the professional, he found himself unable to cope with the barbarian in such exercises as demanded chiefly untaught physical power and length of limb. In running, leaping, and wrestling, Esca was more than a match for the gladiator. In hurling the quoit, and fencing with wooden foils, the lattcr's constant practice D 34 EROS. gave him the advantage, and when he fastened round his wristp and hands the leathern thong or cestus, used for the same purpose as our modern boxing-glove, and proposed a round or two of that manly exercise to conclude with, he little doubted that his own science and experience would afford him an easy victory. The result, however, was far different from his expectations. His antagonist's powers were especially adapted to this particular kind of contest; his length of limb, his quickness of eye, hand, and foot, his youthful elasticity of muscle, and his unfailing Wind, rendered him an invincible combatant, and it Was with something like pique that Ilirpinus was compelled to confess as much to himself. At the end of the first round he was satisfied of his mistake in underrating so formidable an opponent. Ere the second was half through, he had exhausted all the resources of his own skill without gaining the slightest advantage over his antagonist ; and with the conclusion of a third, he flung away the cesfus in well- feigned disgust at the heat of the weather, and proposed one more skin of wine before parting, to drink success to the profes- sion, and speedy employment for the gladiators at the approaching games in the amphitheatre. ' Join us, man ! ' said Hirpinus, dropping something of the patronising air he had before affected. ' Thou wert born to be a swordsman. Hippias would teach thee in a week to hold thine own against the best fencers in Home. I myself will look to thy food, thy training, and thy private practice. Thou wouldst gain thy liberty easily, after a few victories. Think it over, man ! and when thou hast decided, come to the fencing-school yonder, and ask for old Hirpinus. The steel may have a speck of rust on it, but it's tough and true still ; so fare thee well, lad. I count to hear from thee again before long ! ' The gladiator accordingly rolled off with more than his usual assumption of manly independence, attributable to the measure of rough Sabine wine of which he had drunk his full share, whilst the Briton walked quietly away in the direction of his home, enjoying the cool breeze that fanned his brow, and follow- ing out a train of vague and complicated reflections, originating in the advice of his late companion. The crimson glow of a summer evening had faded into the serene beauty of a summer night. Stars were flashing out, one by one, with mellow lustre, not glimmering faintly, as in our northern climate, but hanging like silver lamps, in the infinity of the sky, The busy turmoil of the streets had subsided to a low ME WORSHIP OF ISIS. 35 and drowsy hum ; the few chance passengers who still paced them, went softly and at leisure, as though enjoying the soothing influence of the hour. Even here, in the great city, everything seemed to breathe of peace, and contentment, and repose. Esca walked slowly on, lost in meditation. Suddenly, the clash of cymbals and the sound of voices struck upon his car. A wild and fitful melody, rising and falling with strange thrilling cadence, was borne upon the breeze. Even while he stopped to listen, it swelled into a full harmonious chorus, and he recognised the chant of the worshippers of Isis, returning from the unholy celebration of her rites. Soon the glare of torches heralded its approach, and the tumultuous pro- cession wound round the corner of the street with all the strange grotesque ceremonies of their order. Clashing their cymbals, dashing their torches together till the sparks flew up in showers, tossing their bare arms aloft with frantic gestures, the smooth- faced priests, having girt their linen garments tightly round their loins, were dancing to and fro before the imago of the god- dess with bacchanalian energy. Some were bareheaded, some crowned with garlands of the lotus-leaf, and some wore masks representing the heads of dogs and other animals ; but all, though leaping wildly here and there, danced in the same step, all used the same mysterious gestures of which the meaning was only known to the initiated. The figure of the goddess herself waa borne aloft on the shoulders of two sturdy priests, fat, oily, smooth, and sensual, with the odious look of their kind. It represented a stately woman crowned with the lotus, holding a four-barred lyre in her hand. Gold and silver tinsel was freely scattered over her flowing garments, and jewels of considerable value, the gifts of unusually fervent devotees, might be observed upon her bosom and around her neck and arms. Behind her were carried the different symbols by which her qualities were supposed to be typified; amongst these an image of the sacred cow, wrought in frosted silver with horns and hoofs of gold, showed the most conspicuous, borne aloft as it was by an acolyte in the wildest stage of inebriety, and wavering, with the uncertain movements of its bearer, over the heads of the throng. In the van moved the priests, bloated eunuchs clad in white; behind these came the sacred images carried by younger votaries, who, aspiring to the sacerdotal office, and already prepared for ita functions, devoted themselves assiduously in the meantime to the orgies with which it was their custom to celebrate the worship of their deity. Maddened with wine, bare-iimbed and wifh 36 F.r.os. dishevelled locks, they danced frantically to and fro, darting at intervals from their ranks, and compelling the passengers whom they met to turn behind them, and help to swell the rear of the procession. This was formed of a motley crew. Rich and poor, old and young, the proud patrician and the squalid slave, were mingled together in turbulent confusion ; it was difficult to dis- tinguish those who formed a part of the original pageant from the idlers who had attached themselves to it, and, having caught the contagious excitement, vociferated as loudly, and leaped about as wildly, as the initiated themselves. Amongst these might be seen some of the fairest and proudest faces in Rome. Noble matrons reared in luxury, under the very busts of those illustrious ancestors who had been counsellors of kings, defenders of the commonwealth, senators of the empire, thought it no shame to be seen reeling about the public streets, unveiled and flushed with wine, in the company of the most notorious and profligate of their sex. A multitude of torches shed their glare on the upturned faces of the throng, and on one that looked, with its scornful lips and defiant brow, to have no business there. Amongst the wildest of these revellers, Valeria's haughty head moved on, towering above the companions, with whom she seemed to have nothing in common, save a fierce determination to set modesty and propriety at defiance. Esca caught her glance as she swept by. She blushed crimson, he observed even in the torchlight, and seemed for an instant to shrink behind the portly form of a priest who marched at her side ; but, immediately recovering herself, moved on with a gradually paling cheek, and a haughtier step than before. He had little leisure, however, to observe the scornful beauty, whose charms, to tell the truth, had made no slight impression on his imagination ; for a disturbance at its head, which had now passed him some distance, had stopped the progress of the whole procession, and no small confusion was the result. The torch-bearers were hurrying to the front. The silver cow had fallen and been replaced in an upright position more than once. The goddess herself had nearly shared the same fate. The sacred chant had ceased, and instead a hundred tongues Avere vociferating at once, some in anger, some in expostulation, some in maudlin ribaldry and mirth. ' Let her go ! ' cried one. 'Hold her fast!' shouted another. 'Bring her along with you!' reasoned a drunken acolyte. ' If she be worthy she will conform o the worship of the goddess. If she be unworthy she shall experience the divine wrath of Isis ! ' ' Mind Avhat you are THE WORSHIP OF ISI3. .i. ; about,' interposed a more cautious votary. ' She is a Romxn maiden,' said one. ' She's a barbarian ! ' shrieked another. ' A Mede ! ' 'A Spaniard I ' 'A Persian ! ' 'A Jewess ! A Jewess ! ' In the meantime the unfortunate cause of all this turmoil, a young girl closely veiled and dressed in black, was struggling in the arms of a large unwieldy eunuch, who had seized her as a hawk pounces on a pigeon, and despite her agonised entreaties, for the poor thing was in mortal fear, held her ruthlessly in his grasp. She had been surrounded by the lawless band, ere she was a-\\ure, as she glided quietly round the street corner, on her homeward way, had shrunk up against the wall in the desperate hope that she might remain unobserved or unmolested, and found herself, as was to be expected, an immediate object of insult to the dissolute and licentious crew. Though her dress was torn anq her arms bruised from the unmanly violence to which she was subjected, with true feminine modesty she kept her veil closely drawn round her face, and resisted every effort for its removal, with a firm strength of which those slender wrists seemed hardly capable. As the eunuch grasped her with drunken violence, bending hia huge body and bloated face over the shrinking figure of the girl, she could not suppress one piercing shriek for help, though, even while it left her lips, she felt how futile it must be, and how utterly hopeless was her situation. It was echoed by a hundred voices in tones of mockery and derision. Little did Spado, for such was the eunuch's name, little did Spado think how near was the aid for which his victim called ; how sudden would be the reprisals that should astonish himself with their prompt and complete redress, reminding him of what he had long forgotten, the strength of a man's blow, and the weight of a man's arm. At the first sound of the girl's voice, Esca had forced his way through the crowd to her assistance. In three strides he had come up with her assailant, and laid his heavy grasp on Spado's fat shoulder, while he bade him in low determined accents to release his prey. The eunuch smiled inso- lently, and replied with a brutal jest. Valeria, interested in spite of herself, could not resist an impulse to press forward and see what was going on. Long afterwards she delighted to recall the scene she noAv beheld with far more of exultation and excitement than alarm. It had, indeed, especial attraction for an imagination like hers. Standing out in the red glare of the torches, like the blunso 38 F.KOS. statue of- some demigod starting into life, towered the tall figure of Esca, defiance in his attitude, anger on his brow, and resiatleai strength in the quivering outline of each sculptured limb. Within th of him, the obese, ungraceful shape of Spado, with his broad fat face, expressive chiefly of gluttony and sensual enjoyment, but wearing now an ugly look of malice and appre- hension. Starting back from his odious embrace to the utmost length (if her outstretched arms, the veiled form of the frighl I girl, her head turned from the eunuch, her hands pressed against his chest, every line of her figure denoting the extreme of horror, and aversion, and disgust. Round the three, a shifting mass of grinning faces, and tossing arms, and wild bacchanalian gestures; the whole rendered more grotesque and unnatural by the lurid, flickering light. With an unaccountable fascination Valeria watched for the result. ' Let her go ! ' repeated Esca, in the distinct accents with which a man speaks who is about to strike, tightening at the same time a gripe which went into the enunch's soft flesh like iron. Spado howled in mingled rage and fear, but released the girl nevertheless, who cowered instinctively close to her protector. ' Help ! ' shouted the eunuch, looking round for assistance from his comrades. ' Help ! I say. Will ye see the priest mis- handled and the goddess reviled ? Down with him ! down with him, comrades, and keep him down ! ' There is little doubt that had Esca's head once touched the ground it had never risen again, for the priests were crowding about him with wild yells and savage eyes, and the fierce revelry of a while ago was fast warming into a thirst for blood. Valeria thrust her way into the circle, though she never feared for the Briton — not for an instant. It was getting dangerous, though, to remain any longer amongst this frantic crew. Esca wound one arm round the girl's waist and opposed the other shoulder to the throng. Spado, encouraged by his comrades, struck wildly at the Briton, and made a furious effort to recover his prey. Esca drew himself together like a panther about to spring, then nis long sinewy arm flew out with the force and impulse of a catapult, and the eunuch, reeling backwards, fell heavily to the ground, with a gash upon his cheek like the wound inflicted by a sword. 1 Euge ! ' exclaimed Valeria, in a thrill of admiration and delight. ' Well struck, by Hercules ! Ah ! these barbarians have at least the free use of their limbs. Why the priest went THE WORSHIP OF ISIS. 39 down like a white ox at the Mucian Gate. Is he much hurt, think ye ? Will he rise again ? ' The last sentence was addressed to the throng who now crowded round the prostrate Spado, and was but the result of that pity which is never quite dormant in a woman's breast. The fallen eunuch seemed indeed in no hurry to get upon his lega again. He rolled about in hideous discomfiture, and gave vent to his fuelings in loud and pitiful moans and lamentations. After such an example of the Briton's prowess, none of her other votaries seemed to think it incumbent on them to vindicate the majesty of the goddess by further interference with the maiden and her protector. Supporting and almost carrying her drooping form, Esca hurried her away with swift firm strides, pausing and looking back at intervals, as though loth to leave his work half finished, and by no means unwilling to renew the contest. The last Valeria saw of him was the turn of his nobh? head bending down with a courteous and protecting gesture, to console and reassure his frightened charge. All her womanly instincts revolted at that moment from the odious throng with whom she was involved. She could have found it in her heart to envy that obscure and unknown girl hurrying away ycnder through the darkening streets on the arm of her powerful protector — could have wished herself a peasant or a slave, Avith some one being in the world to look up to, and to love. Valeria's life had been that of a spoiled child from the day she left her cradle — that gilded cradle over which the nurses had repeated their customary Roman blessing with an emphasis that in her case seemed to be prophetic : May monarchs woo thee, darling! to their bed, And roses blossom where thy footsteps tread ! The metaphorical flowers of wealth, prosperity, and admiration, did indeed seem to spring up beneath her feet, and her stately beattty would have done no discredit to an imperial bride ; but it must have been something more than outward pomp and show — something nobler than the purple and the diadem — that could have won its way to Valeria's heart. She was habituated to the beautiful, the costly, the refined, till she had learned to consider such qualities as the mere essentials of life. It seemed to her a simple matter of course that houses should be noble, and chariots luxurious, and horses swift, and men brave. The nil admirari was the maxim of the class in which she lived ; and whilst their standard was thus placed at 40 EROS. the superlative, that which came up to it received no credit for excellence, that which fell short was treated with disapproval and contempt. Valeria's life had been one constant round of pleasure and amusement ; yet she was not happy, not even contented. Day by day she felt the want of some fresh interest, some fresh excitement; and it was this craving probably, more than innate depravity, which drove her, in common with many of her com- panions, into such disgraceful scenes as were enacted at the worship of Juno, Isis, and the other gods and goddesses of mythology. Lovers, it is needless to say, Valeria had won in plenty. Each new face possessed for her but the attraction of its novelty. The favourite of the hour had small cause to plume himself on hia position. For the first week he interested her curiosity, for the second he pleased her fancy, after which, if he was wise, he took his leave gracefully, ere he was bidden to do so with a frankness that admitted of no misconception. Perhaps the only person in the world whom she respected, was her kinsman Licinius; and this, none the less, that she possessed no kind of influence over his feelings or his opinions ; that she well knew he viewed her proceedings often with disapprobation, and entertained for her character a kindly pity not far removed from contempt. Even Julius Placidus, who Avas the most persevering, as he was tho craftiest, of her adorers, had made no impression on her heart. She appreciated his intellect, she was amused with his conversa- tion, she approved of his deep schemes, his lavish extravagance, his unprincipled recklessness ; but she never thought of him for an instant after he was out of her sight, and there was something in the cold-blooded ferocity of his character from which, even in his presence, she unconsciously recoiled. Perhaps she admired the person of Hippias, her fencing-master, a retired gladiator, who combined handsome regularity of features with a certain worn and warlike air, not without its charm, more than that of any man whom she had yet seen, and with all her pride and her cold exterior, Valeria Avas a woman to be captivated by the eye ; but Hippias, from his professional reputation, was the darling of half the matrons in Rome, and it may be that she only followed the examjjle of her friends, with whom, at this period of the Empire, it was considered a proof of the highest fashion, and the best taste, to be in love with a gladiator. Strong in her passions, as in her physical organisation, the former were only bridled by an unbending pride, and an intensity of will more than masculine in its resolution. As under thai THE WORSHIP OB ISIS. 41 smooth skin the muscles of the round white arm were firm and hard like marble, so beneath that fair and tranquil bosom there beat a heart that for good or evil could dare, endure, and defy the worst. Valeria was a woman whom none but a very bold or very ignorant suitor would have taken to his breast ; yet it may be that the right man could have tamed, and made her gentle and patient as the dove. And now something seemed to tell her that the void in her heart was filled at last. Esca's manly beauty had made a strong impression on her senses ; the anomaly of his position had capti- vated her imagination ; there was something very attractive in the mystery that surrounded him ; there was even a wild thrill of pleasure in the shame of loving a slave. Then, when he stood forth, the champion of that poor helpless girl, brave, handsome, and victorious, the charm was complete ; and Valeria's eyes followed him as he disappeared with a longing loving look, that had never glistened in them in her life before. The Briton hurried away with his arm round the drooping figure of his companion, and for a time forbore to speak a word even of encouragement or consolation. At first the reaction of her feelings turned her sick and faint, then a burst of weeping came to her relief; ere long the tears were flowing silently ; and the girl, who indeed showed no lack of courage, had recovered herself sufficiently to look up in her protector's face, and pour out her thanks with a quiet earnestness that showed they came direct from the heart. ' I can trust you,' she said, in a voice of peculiar sweetness, though her Latin, like his own, was touched with a slightly foreign accent. ' I can read a brave man's face — none better. We have not far to go now. You will take me safe home ? ' ' I will guard you to your very door,' said he, in tones of the deepest respect. ' But you need fear nothing now ; the drunken priests and their mysterious deity are far enough off by this time. 'Tis a noble worship, truly, for such a city as this — the mistress of the world ! ' ' False gods ! false gods ! ' replied the girl, very earnestly. ' Oh ! how can men be so blind, so degraded ?' Here she stopped suddenly, and clung closer to her companion's arm, drawing her veil tighter round her face the while. Her quick ear had caught the sound of hurrying footsteps, and she dreaded pursuit. ' 'Tis nothing,' said Esca, encouraging her ; ' the most we have to dread now is some drunken freedman or client reeling home from his patron's supper-table. They are a weakly race, these 42 ETIOS. Roman citizens,' he added, good-humouredly ; ' I think I can promise to stave them off if they come not more than a dozen at a time.' The cheerful tone reassured her no less than the strong arm to which she clung. It was delightful to feel so safe after the fright she had undergone. The footsteps were indeed those of a few dissolute idlers loitering home after a debauch. They hud has- tened forward on espying a female figure ; but there was some- thing in the air of her protector that forbade a near approach, and they shrank to the other side of the way rather than come in contact with so powerful an opponent. The girl felt proud of her escort, and safer every minute. By this time she had guided him into a dark and narrow street, at the end of which the Tiber might be seen gleaming under the starlit sky. She stopped at a mean-looking door, let into a dead-wall, and applying her hand to a secret spring, it opened noiselessly to her touch. Then she turned to face her companion, and said, frankly, ' I have not thanked you half enough. Will you not enter our poor dwelling, and share with us a morsel of food and a cup of wine, ere you depart upon your way ? ' Esca was neither hungry nor thirsty, yet he bowed his head, and followed her into the house. CHAPTER VII. TRUTH. The dwelling in which the Briton now found himself presented a strange contrast of simplicity and splendour, of wealth and frugality, of obscure poverty and costly refinement. The Avail was bare and weather-stained ; but a silver lamp, burning per- fumed oil, was fixed against its surface on a bracket of common deal. Though the stone floor was damp and broken, it was partially covered by a soft thick carpet oi brilliant colours, while shawls from the richest looms of Asia hung over the mutilated wooden seats and the crazy couch, which appeared to be the congenial furniture of the apartment. Esca could not but remark on the same inconsistency throughout all the minor details of the household. A measure of rich wine from the Lebanon was cooling in a pitcher of coarse earthenware, a draught TRUTH. 43 of fair water sparkled in a cup of gold. A bundle of eastern javelins, inlaid with ivory and of beautiful finish and workman- ship, kept guard, as it were, over a plain two-edged sword devoid of ornament, and with a handle frayed and worn as though from constant use, that looked like a weapon born for work not show, some rough soldier's rude but trusty friend. The room of which Esca thus caught a hasty glance as he passed through, opened on an inner apartment, which seemed to have been originally equally bare and dilapidated, but of which the furniture was even more rich and incongruous. It was flooded by a soft warm light, shed from a lamp burning some rare Syrian oil, that was scarcely to be procured for money in Rome. It dazzled Esca's eyes as he followed the girl through the outer apartment into this retreat, and it was a few seconds ere he recovered his sight sufficiently to take note of the objects that surrounded him. A venerable man with bald head and long silvery beard was sitting at the table when they entered, reading from a roll of parchment filled to the veiy margin with characters in the Syriac language, then generally spoken over the whole of Asia Minor, and suliiciently familiar at Rome. So immersed was he in his studies, that he did not seem to notice her arrival, till the girl rushed up to him, and, without unveiling, threw herself into his arms with many expressions of endearment and delight at her own return. The language in which she spoke was unknown to the Briton ; but he gathered from her gestures, and the agitation which again overcame her for an instant, that she was relating her own troubles, and the part he had himself borne in the adven- tures of the night. Presently she turned, and drew him forward, while she said in Latin, with a little sob of agitation between every sentence : ' Behold my preserver — the youth who came in like a lion to save me from those wicked men ! Thank him in my father's name, and yours, and all my kindred and all my tribe. Bid him welcome to the best our house affords. It is not every day a daughter of Judah meets with an arm and a heart like his, when she falls into the grasp of the heathen and the oppressor !' The old man stretched his hand to Esca with cordiality and good-will ; as he did so, the Briton could not but observe how kindly was the smile that mantled over his serene and gentle face. ' My brother will be home ere long,' said he, ' and will himself thank you for preserving his daughter from insult and worse. Meantime Calchas bids you heartily welcome to Eleazar's house. 44 EH03. Mariamne,' he added, turning to the girl, ' prepare us a morsel of food that we may eat. It is not the custom of our nation to send a stranger fasting from the door.' The girl departed on her hospitable mission, and Esca, making light of his prowess, and of the danger incurred, gave his own version of the night's occurrence, to which Calchas listened with grave interest and approval. When he had concluded, the old man pointed to the scroll he had been reading, which now lay rolled up on the table at his hand. 'The time will come,' said he, 'when the words that are written here shall be in the mouths of all men on the surface of the known earth. Then shall there be no more strife, nor oppres- sion, nor suffering, nor sorrow. Then shall men love each other like brothers, and live only in kindliness andgood-will. The day may seem far distant, and the means may seem poor and inade- quate now, \ i t so it is written here, and so will it be at last.' ' You think that Home will extend her dominions farther and farther? That she will conquer all known nations, as she has conquered us ? That she means to be in fact what she proudly Btyles herself, "The Mistress of the World?" In truth, the Eagle's wings are wide and strong. His beak is very sharp, and where his talons have once fastened themselves, they never again let go their hold !' Calchas smiled and shook his head. ' The Dove will prevail against the Eagle, as love.is a stronger power than hate. But it is not of Rome I speak as the future influence that shall establish the great good on earth. The Legions are indeed well-trained, and brave even to the death ; but I know of soldiers in a better service than Caesar's, whose warfare is harder, whose watches are longer, whose adversaries are more numerous, but whose triumph is more certain, and more glorious at the last.' Esca looked as if he understood him not. The Briton's thoughts were wandering back to the tramp of columns and the clash of steel, and the gallant stand made against the invader by the white-robed warriors with their long swords, amongst whom he had been one of the boldest and the best. ' It is hard to strive against Rome,' said he, with a glowing cheek and sparkling eye. ' Yet I cannot but think, if we had never been provoked to an attack, if we had kept steadily on the defensive, if we had moved inland as he approached, harassing and cutting him off whenever we saAV an opportunity, but never suffering him to make one for himself — trusting more to our TRUTH. 46 y. T oods and rivers, and less to our own right hands — we might nave tamed the Eagle and clipped his wings, and beat him back across the sea at last. But what have I to do with such matters now ? ' he added, while his whole countenance fell in bitter humiliation. ' I, a poor barbarian captive, and a slave here in Rome ! ' Calchas studied his lace with a keen scrutinising glance, then he laid his hand on the young man's shoulder, and said, inquir- ingly : ' There is not a grey hair in your clustering locks, nor a wrinkle on your brow, yet you have known sorrow ? ' ' Who has not ? ' replied the other cheerfully, ' and yet I never thought to have come to this.' ' You are a slave, and you would be free ? ' asked Calchas, slowly and impressively. ' I am a slave,' repeated the Briton, ' and I shall be free. But not till death.' ' And after death ? ' proceeded the old man, in the same gentle inquiring tone. 1 After death,' answered the other, ' I shall be free as the elements I have been taught to worship, and into which they tell me I shall be resolved. What need I know or care more than that in death there will be neither pleasure nor pain ? ' ' And is not life with all its changes too sweet to lose on such terms as these ? ' asked the older man. ' Are you center t to believe that, like one walking through a quicksand, the foots-teps you leave are filled up and obliterated behind you as you pass on ? Can you bear to think that yesterday is indeed banished and gone for ever ? That a to-morrow must come of black and endless night ? Death should be really terrible if this is your conviction and your creed ! ' ' Death is never terrible to a brave man,' answered Esca. ' A Briton need not be taught how to die sword in hand.' 1 You think you are brave,' said Calchas, looking wistfully on the other's rising colour and kindling eyes. ' Ah ! you have not seen my comrades die, or you would know that something better than courage is required for the service to which we belong What think ye of weak women, tender shrinking maidens, worn with fatigue, emaciated with hunger, fainting with heat and thirst, brought out to be devoured by beasts, or to suffer long and agonising tortures, yet smiling the while in quiet calm content- ment, as seeing the home to which they are hastening, the triumph but a few short hours off? What think ye of the 46 EROS. captains ander whom I served, who here at Rome, in the face of Caesar and his power, vindicated the honour of their Lord and died without a murmur for His cause? I was with Peter, I teU you, Peter the Galilean, of whom men talk to this day, of whom men shall never cease to talk in after ages, when he opposed to Simon's magic arts his simple faith in the Master whom he served, and I saw the magician hurled like a stricken vulture to the ground. I was present when the fiercest and the wickedest of the Caesars, returning from the expedition to Greece, wherein his buffooneries had earned the contempt even of that subtle nation of flatterers, sentenced him to death upon the cross for that bfe had dared to oppose Nero's vices, and to tell Nero the truth. I heard him petition that he might be crucified with his head downward, as not worthy to suffer in the same posture as his Lord — and I can see him now, the pale face, the noble head, the dark keen eye, the slender sinewy form, and, above all, the self-sustaining confidence, the triumphant daring of the man as he walked fear- lessly to death. I was with Paid, the noble Pharisee, the naturalised Roman citizen, when he, alone amongst a crowd of passengers and a century of soldiers, quailed not to look on the black waves raging round our broken shiji, and bade us all be of good cheer, for that every soul, to the number of two hundred and seventy-five, should come safe to shore. I remember how trustfully Ave looked on that low spare form, that grave and gra- cious face with its kindly eyes, its bushy brows and thick beard sprinkled here and there with grey. It was the soul, we knew, that sustained and strengthened the weakly body of the num. The very barbarians where we landed acknowledged its influence, and would fain have worshipped him for a god. Nero might well fear that quiet, humble, trusting, yet energetic nature ; and where the imperial monster feared, as where he admired, loved, hated, envied, or despised, the sentiment must be quenched in blood.' ' And did he too fall a victim ? ' inquired Esca, whose interest, notwithstanding occasional glances at the door through which Mariamne had gone out, seemed thoroughly awakened by the old man's narrative. ' They might nut crucify him,' answered Calchas, ' for he waa of noble lineage and a Roman citizen born; but they took him from amongst us, and they let him languish in a prisoii, till they released him at last and brought him out to be beheaded. Ay, Rome was a fearful sight that day; the foot was scorched as it trod the ashes of the devastated city, the eye smarted in the lurid TRUTH. 47 Brooke that hung like a pall upon the heavy air and would not pass away. Palaces were crumbling in ruins, the shrivelled spoils of an empire were blackening around, the dead were lying in the choked-up highways half-festering, half-consumed — orphan chil- dren were wandering about starved and shivering, with sallow faces and large shining eyes, or, worse still, playing thoughtlessly, unconscious of their doom. They said the Christians had set fire to the city, and many an innocent victim suffered for this foul and groundless slander. The Christians, forsooth ! oppressed, persecuted, reviled ; whose only desire was to live in brotherhood with all men, whose very creed is peace and good-will on earth. I counted twenty of them, men, women, and children, neighbours with whom I had held kindly fellowship, friends with whom I had broken bread, lying stiff and cold in the Flaminian Way on the morning Paid was led out to die. But there was peace on the dead faces, and the rigid hands were clasjied in prayer ; and though the lacerated emaciated body, the mere shell, was grovel- ling there in the dust, the spirit had gone home to God who made it, to the other world of which } r ou have not so much as heard, yet which you too must some day visit, to remain for ever. Do you understand me? not for ages, but for ever — without end !' 'Where is it?' asked Esca, on whom the idea of a spiritual existence, innate from its very organisation in every intelligent being, did not now dawn for the first time. ' Is it here, or there ? below, or above ? in the stars, or the elements ? I know the world in which I live ; I can see it, can hear it, can feel it ; but that other world, where is it ? ' 'Where is it?' repeated Calchas. 'Where are the dearest wishes of yc'V neart, the noblest thoughts of your mind? Where are y<->ar loves, your hopes, your affections, above all, your memories ? Where is the whole better part of your nature ? your remorse for evil, your aspirations after good, your specula- tions on the future, your convictions of the reality of the past ? Where these are, there is that other world. You cannot see it, you cannot hear it, yet you know that it must be. Is any man's happiness complete ? is any man's misei y when it reaches him so overwhelming as it seemed at a distance? And why is it not? Because something tells him that the present life is but a small segment in the complete circle of a soul's existence. And the circle, you have not lived in Home without learning, is the symbol of infinity.' Esca pondered and was silent. There are convictions which men hold unconsciously, and to which they are so acctistomed 48 EKOS. that their attention can only be directed to them from without, just as they wear their skins and scarcely know it, till the famiiiar covering has been lacerated by injury or disease. At last he looked up with a brightening countenance, and exclaimed, ' In that world, surely, all men will be free ! ' ' All men will be equal,' replied Calchas, ' but no mortal or immortal ever can be free. Suppose a being totally divested of all necessity for effort, all responsibility to his fellows or himself, all participation in the great scheme of which government is the essential condition in its every part, and you suppose one whose own feelings would be an intolerable burden, whose own wishes would be an unendurable torture. Man is made to bear a yoke ; but the Captain whom I serve has told me that " his yoke is easy and his burden is light." How easy and how light, I experience every moment of my life.' ' And yet you said but now that death and degradation were the lot of those who bore arms by your side in the ranks,' observed the Briton, still intently regarding his companion. A ray of triumphant courage and exultation flashed up into the old man's face. For an instant Esca recognised the fierce daring of a nature essentially bold, reckless, and defiant ; but it faded as it came, and was succeeded by an expression of meek, chastened humility, whilst he replied : ' Death welcome and long looked-for ! Degradation that con- fers the highest honours in this world and the next ! — at least to those who are held worthy of the great glory of martyrdom. Oh ! that 1 might be esteemed one of that noble band ! But my work will be laid to my hand, and it is enough for me to be the lowest of the low in the service of my Master.' ' And that master ? Tell me of that master,' exclaimed Esca, whose interest was excited, as his feelings were roused, by con- verse with one who seemed so thoroughly impressed with the truth of what he spoke, who was at once so earnest, so gentle, and so brave. The old man bowed his head with unspeakable reverence, but in his face shone the deep and fervent joy of one who looks back with intense love and gratitude to the great epoch of his existence. ' I saw Him once,' said he, ' on the shore of the Sea of Galilee — I that speak to you now saAV Him with my own eyes — there were little children at His feet. But we will talk of this again, for you are weary and exhausted. Meat and drink are even now prepared for you. It is good to refresh the body if the mind is to be vigorous and discerning. You have done for us to-night TRUTH. 49 the act of a true friend. You will henceforth be always welcome in Eleazar's house.' While he spoke, the girl whom Esca had rescued so oppor- tunely, entered the apartment, bearing in some food on a coarse and common trencher, with a wine-skin, of which she poured the contents into a jewelled cup, and presented it to her preserver with an embarrassed but very graceful gesture, and a soft shy smile. Mariamne had unveiled ; and, if Esca's expectations during their homeward walk had been raised by her gentle feminine manners, and the sweet tones of her voice, they were not now disappointed with what he saw. The dark eyes that looked up so timidly into his own, were full and lustrous as those of a deer. They had, moreover, the mournful pleading expression peculiar to that animal, and, through all their softness and intelligence, be- trayed the watchful anxiety of one whose life is passed in constant vicissitudes, and occasional danger. The girl's face was habitually pale, though the warm blood mantled in her cheek as she drooped beneath Esca's gaze of honest admiration, and her regular features were sharpened, a little more than was natural to them, by daily care and apprehension. This was especially apparent in the delicate aquiline of the nose, and a slight prominency of the cheek-bones. It was a face that in prosperity would have been rich and spark- ling as a jewel, that in adversity preserved its charms from the rare and chastened beauty in which it was modelled. Her dress betrayed the same incongruity that was so remarkable in the furniture of her home. Like her veil it was black, and of a oarse and common material, but where it was looped up, the folds were fastened by one single gem of considerable value ; and two or three links of a heavy gold chain were visible round her white and well-turned neck. .Moving through the room, busied with the arrangements of the meal which she must herself have prepared, Esca could not but observe the pliant grace of her form, enhanced by a certain modest dignity, very different from the vivacious gestures of the Koman maidens to whom he was accustomed, and especially pleasing to the eye of the Briton. Calchas seemed to love the girl as a daughter ; and his kind face grew kinder and gentler still, while he followed her about in her different movements, with eyes of the deepest and fondest affection. Esca could not but observe that the board was laid for three persons, and that by one of the wooden platters stood a drinking- cup of great beauty and value. Mariamne's glance followed his £ BROS. as it rested on the spare place. 'For my lather,' said she, gently, in answer to the inquiry she read on his face. ' ' r than usual to-night, and, 1 fear — I fear; my father is so bold, bo prompt to draw steel when he is angered. To-night he has left his sword at homo; and I know not whether to be most frightened or reassured at his being alone in this wicked town, unarmed.' ' He is in God's hand, my child,' said Calchas, reverently. ' But I should not fear for Eleazar,' he added, with a proud and martial air, ' were he surrounded by a score of such as we see prowling nightly in the streets of Rome, though they were armed to the teeth, and he with only a shepherd's staff to keep his head.' 'Is he, then, so redoubtable a warrior ? ' asked Esca, on whom good manhood seldom failed to produce a favourable impression. Wliile he spoke he looked from one to the other with increasing curiosity and interest. 'You shall judge for yourself,' answered Calchas, ' for it cannot now be long ere he return. Nevertheless, the man who could leap down from the walls of a beleaguered city, as my brother did, naked and unarmed ; who could break the head off a Roman battering-ram by main force, and render that engine us who could reach the wall again with his prize, covered with wounds, having fought his way through a whole maniple of Roman soldiers, and coidd ask but for a draught of water, ere he donned his armour, and took his place once more upon the ram- part, is not likely to fear aught that can befall him from a few idlers in a common street-broil. Nevertheless, as I said before, you shall judge for yourself.' ' And here he is ! ' exclaimed Mariamne, while the outer door shut to, and a man's step was heard advancing through the ad- joining apartment, with a firm and measured footfall. She had been pale enough all night in the eyes of Esca, who was watching her intently ; but he thought now she seemed to turn a shade paler than before. CHAPTER VIII. THE JEW. The man who entered the apartment with the air of one to whom every nook and corner was familiar, must have been fully three- score years of age, yet Ms dark eye still glittered with the fire of TIIE JEW. 51 youth, his thick curling board and hair were but slightly sprinkled with grey, and the muscles of his square powerful frame seemed but to have acquired solidity and consistency with age. His appearance Avas that of a warrior, toughened, and, as it were, forged into iron, by years of strife, hardship, and unremitting toil. If something in the line of his aquiline features resembled Calchas, no two faces could have been more different in their character and expression than those of Eleazar and his brother. The latter was all gentleness, kindliness, and peace ; on the former, fiery passions, deep schemes, continual peril, and con- tention, had set their indelible marks. The one was that of the spectator, who is seated securely on the cliff, and marks the seething waters below with interest, indeed, and sympathy, but with feelings neither of agitation nor alarm ; the other was the strong swimmer, breasting the waves fiercely, and battling with their might, striving for his life inch by inch, and stroke by stroke, conscious of his peril, confident in his strength, and never despairing for an instant of the result. At times, indeed, the influence of opposite feelings, softening the one and kindling the other, would bring out the family likeness clear and apparent upon each ; but in repose no tAvo faces could be more dissimilar, no tAvo types of character more utterly at variance, than those of the Christian and the JeAV. As Eleazar'a Avarlike figure came into the light, Esca could not. but remark Avith what a glance of mistrust his quick eye took in the presence of a stranger, how the strong fingers closed instinctively round the staff he Avas in the act of laying doAvn, and the Avhole f^nn seemed to gather itself in an instant as though ready for the promptest measures of resistance or attack. Such trifling gestures spoke volumes of the character and habits of the man. Nevertheless Calchas rapidly explained to his brother the cause of this addition to their supper-party ; and Mariamne, Avho seemed in considerable awe of her father, busied herself in placing food and wine before him, with even more alacrity than she had shown when serving their guest. The Jew thanked his neAv friend for the kindness he had rendered his daughter, with a feAv brief cordial Avords, as one brave man expresses his gratitude to another, then fell to on the meat and drink provided, with a voracity that argued well for his physical powers, and denoted a strong constitution and a long fast. As he took breath after a deep draught of Avine in which, though he pledged him not, he challenged his guest to join, 5-2 '". Calchas ashed his bt other how lie had sped l'n tin ;i : kept him from home all day. ' 111,' answered the othi hi* thick eye- brows a penetrating glance at the Briton. ' 111 and slowly net so ill hut that something has been gained, a in the direction at which I aim. Yet I have been to-day ir. high ]■ laces, have seen those bio tons and drunharda who are the ministers of Caesar's will, have spoken with that spotted panther, Vespasian's scheming agent forsooth ! who thinks he hath the cunning, as he can doubtless boast of the treachery and the gaudy colours, of the beast of prey. Let him take care ! Weaker hands than mine have ere this strangled a fiercer animal for the worth of his shining skin. Let him beware! Eleazar- is a match, and more than a match, for Juliua Placidus ih*' Tribune ! ' Esca glanc I quickly at the speaker, as his ear caught the familiar name. The look was upon his host. 'You know him?' said he, with a fierce smile that showed ihe Btrong white teeth gleaming through his bushy beard. ' Then you know as cool and well-taught a Boldier as ever buckled on a sword. I wish 1 had a few like him to officer the Sicarii* at home. But you know, also, a man who would not seruple tn slay his own father for the worth of the clasp that fastens his gOAvn. 1 have seen him in the field, and I have seen him in the council. He is bold, skilful, and he can be treacherous in both ! Where met yoix him last ? ' he added, with a searching glance at Esca, while at the same time lie desired Mariamne to fill the si ranger's cup and his own. The latter proceeding engrossed the Briton's whole attention. It was with the utmost carelessness that he replied to the question, by relating his interview, that very morning, with the Tribune at Valeria's door. He scarcely marked how precisely the father noted down the name in his tablets, for the daughter's white arm was reaching over his shoulder, so close that it almost touched hischeek. It was indeed well worth Eleazar's while to obtain information, from whatever source, of any influence that might affect those in authority with whom he was in daily contact at Rome. His position was one Avhich called for courage, tact, skill, and even cunning, to a great extent. Charged by the Supreme Council at Jerusalem, then in the last stage of perplexity and sorely beset by Vespasian and his legions, with a private mission to Vitelline, * ' Sicarii,' or homicides— bands of assassins, regularly organised in Judasa. who made a trade of murder THE JEW. 53 who much mistrusted the successful general, he represented the hopes aud fears, the temporal and political prosperity, nay, the very existence of the Chosen People. Nor to all appearance could a better instrument have been selected for the purpose. Eleazar, though a bigoted and fanatical Jew of the strictest sect, was a man of keen and powerful intellect, whose obstinacy was open to no conviction, whose perseverance was to be deterred by no obstacle. A distinguished and fearless soldier, he possessed the confidence of the large and fighting portion of the nation, who looked on Roman supremacy with abhorrence, and who clung dearly to the notion of earthly dominion, wrested from the heathen with the sword. His rigid observance of its fasts, its duties, and its ceremonials, had gained him the affections of the priesthood, and the more enthusiastic followers of that religion in which outward forms were so strictly enjoined and so faithfully observed; while a certain fierce, defiant, and unbending de- meanour towards all classes of men, had won for him a character of frankness which did him good service in the schemes of intrigue and dissimulation with which he was continually engaged. Yet perhaps the man was honest too, as far as his own convic- tions went. He esteemed all means lawful for the furtherance of a lawful object. He was one of those who deem it the most con- temptible of weakness to shrink from doing evil that good may come. Like Jephthah lie would have sacrificed his daughter unflinchingly in performance of a vow ; nay, had Mariamne r?tood between him and the attainment of his ambition, or even the accomplishment of his revenge, he would have walked ruthlessly over the body of his child. Versed in the traditions of his family and the history of hi° nation, he was steeped to the Lips in that pride of pedigree which was so essential a feature of the Jewish character : he was con- vinced that the eventual destiny of his people was to lord it over the whole earth. He possessed more than his share of that haughty self-sufficiency which bade the Pharisee hold aloof from those of lower pretensions and humbler demeanour than himself; while he had all the fierce courage and energy of the Lion of Judah, so terrible when roused, so difficult to be appeased when victorious. In his secret heart he anticipated the time when Jerusalem should again become a sovereign city, when the Roman eagles should be scared away from Syria, and a hierarchy established once more as the government of the people chosen by Heaven. That he should be a second Judas Maccabams, a chief commander of the armies of the faithful in the new oHer of 54 zros. things, was an ambition naturally enough entertained by the bold and skilful soldier; but, to do Eleazar justice, individual aggran- disement had but little share in his schemes, and pi interest never crossed those visions for the future, on which In* dark and da a so loved to dwell. It was a delicate matter to intrigue with Vitelliua in Rome against thi neral who held supreme authority, al ibly, from the Emperor. It was playing a hazardous eive power and instructions from the Council al dem- and to use or suppress them according to the I .11 political views and future intentions. It was no easy task to held his own against such men as Placidus, in the contest of finesse, subtlety, and double-dealing; yet the Jew entered upon his perilous career with a strenuouH energy, a cool calculating audacity, that was engraved in the very character of the man. Another draught of the rich Lebanon wine served to improve their acquaintance, and Eleazar, with considerable tact, drew from the Briton all the information he could obtain as to the habits and movements of his antagonist the Tribune, while he seemed but to be carrying on the courteous conversation of a host with his guest. Esca's answers, notwithstanding that thoughts and eves wandered frequently towards Mariamne, were frank and open like his disposition. He, too, entertained no very cordial liking for Placidus, and experienced towards the Tribune that uncon- scious antipathy which the honest man bo often feels for the knave. Calchas, meanwhile, had returned to the perusal of his scroll, on which his brother cast occasional glances of unfeigned ci n- tempt, notwithstanding that the reader was the person whom he most loved and respected on earth. Mariamne, moving about the apartment, looked covertly on the fair face and stately form of her preserver, approving much of what she saw ; once their eyes met, and the Jewess blushed to her temples for very shame. So the time passed quickly ; the night stole on, the Lebanon was nearly finished, and Esca rose to bid his entertainers farewell. 'You have done me a rare service,' said Eleazar, feeling in his breast while he spoke, and producing, from under his coarse gar- ment, a jewel of considerable value, 'a service neither thanks nor guerdon can requite; yet, I pray you, keep this trinket in remembrance of the Jew and the Jew's daughter, who come of a people that forgive not an injury, and forget not a benefit. The colour mounted to Esca's forehead, and an expression of pain, almost of anger, came into his lace* while he replied : THE JEW. 5^ 1 1 have done nothing to merit either thanks or reward. It is no such matter to put a fat eunuch on his back, or to defend an unprotected woman in a town like this. Take back your jewel, I pray you. Any other man would have done as much.' ' It is not every man who could have interposed so effectually, replied Eleazar, with a glance of hearty approval at the thews and sinews of his friend, replacing the jewel meanwhile in his vestment, without the least sign of displeasure at its being declined. He would have bestowed it freely, no doubt, but if Esca did not want it, it would serve some other purpose : precious stones and gold would always fetch their value at Rome. 1 At least you will let me give you a safe-conduct home,' he added ; ' the night is far advanced, and I should be loth that you should suffer wrong for your interposition in our behalf Esca burst out laughing now. In the pride of his strength, it seemed so impossible that he should require protection or assist- ance from any one. He squared his large shoulders and drew himself to his full height. ' I should wish no better pastime,' said he, ' than a bout with a dozen of them ! I, too, was brought up a warrior, in a land you have never heard of, many a long mile from Rome ; a land fairer far than this, of green valleys and wooded hills, and noble rivers winding calmly towards the sea ; a land where the oaks are lofty and the flowers are sweet, where the men are strong and the women fair. I have followed the chase afoot from sunrise to sunset through many a summer's clay. I have fronted the invader, sword in hand, ever since my arm was long enough to draw blade from sheath, or I had not been here now. You too are a soldier, I see it in your eye — you can believe that my limbs grow stiff, my spirits droop for lack of martial exercise. In faith, it seems to me that even a vulgar broil in the street makes my blood dance in my veins once more ! ' Mariamne was listening with parted lips and shining eyes. She drank in all he said of his distant home with its woodland scenery, its forest trees, its fragrant flowers, and, above all, its lovely women. She felt so kindly towards this bold young stranger, exiled from kin and country, she attributed her interest to pity and gratitude, nor could she help wondering to find them sentiments so strong. Galchas looked up from his studies. 'Fare thee well I 'said he. ' Take an old man's warning, and strike not unless it be in self-defence. Mark well the turning from the main street to the Tiber, so shalt thou find thy way to our poor home again.' 66 EROS. Esea promised faithfully tc return, and fully intended t: redeem his promise. 'Another cup of wine,' said Eleazar, emptying the leathers bottle into a golden vessel ; ' the sun of Italy cannot ripen such a vintage as this.' But the rich produce of the Lebanon was all too cloying for the healthy palate and the thirst of youth. Esca prayed for ;> draught of fair water, and Mariamne brought him the pitcher and gave him to drink with her own hand. For the second time to-night their eyes met, and although they were instantly averted, the Briton felt that he was drinking from a cup more intoxicating than ail the wine-presses of Syria could produce, — a cup that made him unconscious of the past as of the future, and only too keenly sensible of the present by its joy. He forgot that he was a barbarian, he forgot that he was a slave. He forgot everything but Mariamne and her dark imploring trustful eyes. CHAPTER IX. THE ROMAN. It is time to give some account of Esca's anomalous position in the capital of the world — to explain how the young British noble (for that was indeed the rank he held in his own country) (bund himself a slave in the streets of Rome. In order to do so it is neces.-ary to take a glimpse at the interior of a patrician's house about the hour of supper ; perhaps also to intrude upon the reflections of its owner, as he paces up and down the colonnade in the cool air of sunset, absorbed in his own thoughts, and deep in the memories of the past. His mansion is of stately proportion, and large size, but all its ornaments and accessories are chastened by a severe simplicity of taste. An observer might identify the man by the very nature of the objects that surround him. In his vestibule the columns are of the Ionic order, and their elaborate capitals have been wrought into the utmost degree of finish which that style will allow. In the smaller entrance-hall or lobby, which leads to the principal apartments, and which is guarded by an image of a dog, let into the pavement in mosaic, there are no florid sculptui'ts nor carvings, nor any attempt at decoration beyond the actual beauty of the stone work, and the scrupulous care with which it THE ROMAN. 5< is kept clean. The doors themselves are of bronze, so well burnished as to need no mixture of gold or silver inlaid to enhance its brightness ; whilst in the principal hall itself, the room in which friends are welcomed, clients received, and business transacted, the walls, instead of frescoes and such gaudy ornaments, are simply overlaid with entablatures of white and polished marble. The dome is very lofty, rising majestically towards the circular opening at the top, through which the sky is visible ; and round the fountain or cistern immediately below this are ranged four colossal statues, repre- senting the elements. These, with the busts of a long line of illustrious ancestors, are the only efforts of the sculptor's art throughout the apartment. A large banqueting-hall, somewhat more luxuriously furnished, opens from one side of the central loom, and as much as can be seen of it displays considerable attention to convenience and personal comfort. Frescoes, repre- senting scenes of military life, adorn the walls, and at one end stands a trophy, composed of deadly weapons and defensive armour, arranged so as to form a glittering and conspicuous orna- ment. Large flagons and chalices of burnished gold, some of them adorned with valuable jewels, are ranged upon a side- board ; but it is evident that no guests are expected to-night, for near the couch against the wall has been drawn a small table, laid for one person only, with a clean napkin, and a cup and platter of plain silver thereon. That person is none other than the master of the house, bodily pacing up and down his own colonnade hi Rome, mentally gazing on a fair expanse of wood and vale and shining river, drinking in the cool breezes, the fragrant odours, and the wild luxuriant beauty of distant Britain. Five-and-twenty years ! and yet it seems but yesterday. The brow wrinkles, the hair turns grey, strength wastes, energy fails, the brain gets torpid, and the senses dull, but the heart never grows old. Business, ambition, pleasure, dangers, duties, diffi- culties, and successes have filled that quarter of a century, and passed away like a dream ; but the touch of a hand, the memory of a face, have outlived them all. Caius Lucius Licinius, Roman patrician, General, Prator, Consul, and Procurator of the Empire. is the young commander of a legion once more, with the world before him, and the woman he loves by his side. This is what he sees now, as he has seen it so often in his dreams by night, and his waking visions by day. An old oak-tree, a mossy sward soft and level as velvet, 58 EROS. delicate fern bending and whispering in the summer breeze, fleecy clouds drifting across the blue sky, and ;i gracefu] form, in it« white robes, coming shyly up the glade, with faltering step, and sidelong glance, and timid gesture, to keep her tryst with her Roman lover. She is in hia arms now. The rich brown curls are scattered over his breastplate, and the blue eyes are looking up into his own, liquid with the love-light that thrills to a man'a heart I i in a lifel ime. She is, indeed, no contemptible prize, in the glory of her beauty and the pride of her blooming womanhood. With the rounded form, the noble features, and the dazzling colour of her nation, she possesses the courage and constancy of a high-born race, and a witchery half imperious, half playful, peculiarly her own. There are women who find their way to the core of a man's heart, who pervade it all, and saturate it, so to speak, with their inlluence. Quo semel esl Lmbuta recens, servabit odorem* ta diu The vessel that has once held this rich and rare liquid is ever alter impregnated with its fragrance, and even when it has been Bpilt every drop, and a fresh infusion poured in, the new wine smacks strangely and wildly of the old. She is one of them ; he knows it too well. They should have nothing in common, these two, the British chieftain's daughter and the Roman conqueror. But there \s a truce between the nations; a truce in which the element- of dis- cord are nevertheless smouldering, ready to blaze out afresh at the first opportunity, and they have seen each other accidentally, and been thrown together by circumstances, till curiosity has be- come interest, and interest grown into liking, and liking ripened into love. The British maiden might not be won lightly, and many a tear she wept in secret, and sore she strove against her own heart ; but when it conquered her at last she gave it, as such women will, wholly and unreservedly. She would have lived for him, died for him, followed him to the end of the world. And Licinius worshipped her as a man worships the one woman who is the destiny of bis life. Most men have at some time or other experienced this folly, infatuation, madness, call it what you will. They are not likely to forget it. Possibly — alas ! probably — the bud they then watched opening has never expanded * You may break, you may ruin, the vase if you will ; But the scent of the roses will bang round it still. THE ROMAN. 59 into bloom, at least for them. The worm may Lave destroyed it, or the cold wind cut it to the earth, or another's hand may liave borne it away in triumph to gladden another's breast ; but there is s-j^nefhing in the May mornings that reminds them of the sweet flower still, and they wander round the fairest gardens of earth rather drearily to-day, because of the memory that has never faded, and the blank where she is not. Licinius holds the British maiden to his breast, and they dis- course of their own happiness and revel in the sunny hour, and plan schemes for the future — schemes in which each is to the other all in all, and dream not that when to-day is past for them there will be no to-morrow. The woman, indeed, heaves a gentle sigh at intervals, as though in the midst of her happiness some foreboding warned her of the brooding tempest ; but the man is hopeful, buoyant, and impetuous, playful in his tenderness, and joyous in his own triumphant love. They parted that evening more reluctantly than usual. The} lingered round the oak, they found excuse after excuse for another loving word, another fond caress. When at last they went their several ways, how often Licinius turned to look after the receding form that carried with it all his hope and all his happiness ! Little did he think how, and when, and where, he Would see Guenebra again. Ten years went heavily by. The commander of a legion was the chief of an army now. Licinius had served Rome in Gaul, in Spain, in Syria. Men said he bore a charmed life ; and, indeed, while his counsels showed the forethought, the caution, and the patience of a skilful officer, his personal conduct was remarkable lor a reckless disregard of danger, which would have been esteemed foolhardy in the meanest soldier. It was observed, too, that a deep and abiding melancholy had taken possession of the once light-hearted patrician. He only seemed to brighten up into his former self under the pressure of imminent danger, in the confusion of a repulse, or the excitement of a charge. At other times he was silent, depressed, preoccupied ; never morose, for his kindly heart was open to the griefs of others, and the legion- aries knew that their daring general was the friend of all who were in sorrow or distress. But the men talked him over, too, by their watch-fires ; they marvelled, those honest old cam- paigners, how one who was so ready in the field could be so sparing of the wine-cup ; how the leader who could stoop to fill his helmet from the running stream under a storm of javelins, and drink composedly with a jest and a smile, should be so backward tiO EROS. in the revel, should show such a disinclination to those material pleasures which they esteemed the keenest joys of life. One old centurion, who had followed his fortunes from the Thames to the Euphrates, from the confines of Pannonia to the Pillars of Hercules, averred that he had never seen his chief dis- comfited but once, and that was on the day when he had been accorded a triumph for his services in the streets of Rome. The veteran used to swear he never could forget the dejected look upon those brows, encircled with their laurel garland, nor the weary listlessness of that figure, to which all eves were directed in its gilded chariot ; the object of admiration to the whole city, and, lor that day, scarcely second even to Caesar himself. It was a goodly triumph, no doubt; the spoils were rich, the car was lofty, the people shouted, and the victims fell. But what was glory without Guenebra ? and the hero's eye could not rest in peace on one of all those gazing thousands, tor lack of the loving face framed in its rich brown hair. On the very nighl Licinius and Guenebra parted, a long- meditated rising had broken out among the islanders — conquered, but not subdued. Nothing but the cool courage of its young commander, and the immovable discipline of the legionaries, saved the Roman camp. Ere morning, Guenebra had been forced away by her tribe many miles from the scene of action ; the Britons, too, retired into their strongholds, those natural fastnesses impreg- nable by regular troops. The whole country was once more in a state of open warfare. Prompt and decisive measures were taken; Publius Ostorius, the Roman general, in execution of a manoeuvre by which he preserved his line of operation, de- spatched Licinius and his legion to a different part of the island, and with all his exertions and all his influence, the young officer could never obtain tidings of Guenebra again. It was after this event that the change came over Licinius which was so commented on by the soldiers under his command. Ten years of brilliant and successful services had elapsed when he returned to Britain. Nero had but lately succeeded to the purple, nor had he then degenerated into the monster of iniquity which he afterwards became. Until sapped by his ungovernable passions, the Emperor's administrative abilities were of no mean order ; and he selected Licinius for the important post assigned to him, as being a consummate soldier, and experienced in the country with which he had to deal. The latter accepted the appointment with alacrity ; through all change of time and fortune, he had never forgotten his British love. Under the burning TTTE ROMAN. 61 skies of Syria, by the frozen shores of the Danube, at home 01 abroad, in peace or war, Guenebra's face was ever present to him, fond and trustful as when last they parted under the old oak- tree. He longed but to see it once more. And so he did. Thus: — A partial insurrection had been quelled beyond the Trent. The Roman vanguard had surprised the Britons, and forced them to fly in great confusion, leaving their baggage, their valuables, in some cases even their arms, behind. When Licinius came up with the main body of his forces, he found, indeed, no prisoners taken, for everything animate had fled, but a goodly amount of spoil, over which Roman discipline had placed a strong guard. One of his tribunes approached him with a list of the captured articles ; and when his general had perused it, the officer hesitated as though there was still some further report to make. At last he spoke out : ' There is a hut left standing within the lines of the enemy. I would not order it to be destroyed till I had provided for the burial of a dead body that lies beneath its shelter.' Licinius was counting the arms taken. ' A dead body ! ' said he carelessly ; ' is it an officer of rank ? ' ' 'Tis a woman's corpse,' answered the tribune; 'a fair and stately woman, apparently the wife of some prince or chieftain at the least.' For Guenebra's sake, every woman, much more every British woman, was an object of respect and interest to Licinius. ' Lead on,' said he. ' I will give directions when I have seen it;' and the general followed his officer to the place already indicated. It was but a rude hut made of a few planks and 1 tranches hastily thrown together. It seemed to have been erected at a moment's notice, probably to shelter an inmate in the last stage of dissolution. Through a wide rent in the roof the summer sun streamed in brilliantly, throwing a sheet of light on the dead face below. The prostrate form was swathed in its white robe, the bridal garment of the destroyer. A band of white encircled the head and chin, and the brown hair was parted modestly on the smooth forehead calm and womanly as of old. It was Guenebra's face that lay there so strangely still. Guenebra's face, how like and yet how changed ! As he stooped over it, and looked on the closed eyes beneath their arching brows, the fair and noble features chiselled by the hand of death — the sweet lips wreatheJ 62 EROS. even now with a chastened loving smile — he coxild not but mark that there were lines of thought upon the forehead, streaks of silver in the hair, the result it might be of regrets, and mem and sorrows, and care for him. Then the warm tears gushed up into the soldier's eyes, the pressure on his heart and brain seem relieved. As when the spear is drawn out of a wound and the red stream Bpouts freely forth, the previous agony was succeeded by a dull ho] resignation, that in comparison seemed almost akin to peace. He pressed his lips hard upon the cold dead forehead, and turned away — a man for whom from henceforth there was neither good to covet, nor evil to be feared. And thus it was thathere, on earth, Licinius looked once more upon his love. Fresh victories croAvned his arms in Britain — a fresh triumph awaited his return to Kome ; but still as of old with Lie the glory seemed to count for nothing, the service seemed to be all-in-all. Only, now, the n ger look Lad left his face. He was always calm and unmoved, even in the uncertainty of conflict or the triumph of success. Still kindly in his actions, his outward demeanour was very stern and cold. He kept aloof from the intrigues, as from the pleasures, of the court; butwas eve] ready to serve Rome with his sword, and on many occasions by his coolness and conduct redeemed the errors and incapacity ov his colleagues or predecessors. Fortune smiled upon the man who was insensible to her frowns. Honours poured in on the soldier who seemed so careless of their attainment ; and Cains Lucius Licinius was perhaps the object of more respect and less envy than any other person of his rank in Home. It fell out that shortly before the death of Nero, the general, in traversing the slave-market on the way from the Forum, felt his sleeve plucked by a notorious dealer in human wares, named Gargilianus, who begged him earnestly to come and examine a fresh importation of captives lately arrived from Britain. To mention their country was at once to excite the interest of Licinius, who readily acceded to the request, and spoke a kind words in their native language to the unhappy barbarians as he passed through their ranks. His attention was, however, especially arrested by the appearance of one of the com,' a fine young man of great strength and stature, who seemed to feel painfully the indignity of his position, placed as he was on a huge stone block, whereon his own towering height rendered him a conspicuous object in the throng. He had been severely THE ROMAN. 63 wounded, too, in several places, as was apparent from the scara scarce yet healed over. Indeed, had it not been so, he would never probably have been here. There was something in his face, and the expression of his large blue eyes, that roused a painful thrill in the Eoman general's breast. He felt a strange and undefinable attraction towards the captive, for which he could not account, and, pausing in his walk, scanned him with a wistful searching gaze, which was not lost on the practised perceptions of the dealer. ' He should have been shown in private,' whispered Gargilia- nus, with an important and mysterious air. ' Indeed, my man was just taking him away, when I saw you coming, my honoured patron, and I called to him to stop. Ay ! you may examine him all over — tall, young, and healthy. Sound, wind and limb, and stronger than any gladiator in the amphitheatre. They are men of iron, these barbarians, that's the truth, and he has only just come over. There ! look for yourself, noble general ; you will see the chalk-marks* on his feet.' ' But he is badly wounded,' observed Licinius, beginning to scan him, as the other instinctively felt, with the eye of a purchaser. ' That is nothing ! ' exclaimed Gargilianus. ' Mere scratches, skin deep, and healed over now. You will not be able to run your nail against them fo a week. Eyesores, I grant you, to- day, otherwise I would ask two thousand sesterces at least for him. These islanders are cheap at any price.' ' I will give you a thousand,' said Licinius, quietly. ' Impossible ! ' burst out the dealer, with a quiver of his fingers, that expressed a most emphatic negative. ' I should lose money by him, generous patron ! What ! A man must live. Caesar would give more for him to die in the circus. Look at his muscles ! He would stand up fcr a good five minutes against the tiger ! ' This last consideration was probably not without its in- fluence. After a little more haggling, the British captive became the property of Licinius at the cost of fifteen hundred sesterces ;f and Esca found the most indulgent and the kindest-hearted master in Rome. We must return to that master, pacing thoughtfully up and down the colonnade, in the cool and pleasant evening air. It is, perhaps, one of the most consoling and merciful dispenna- * According to Pliny, the distinguishing sign of newly-arrived slaves. I About twelve pounds sterling. 64 ■ r>s. of Piovidence thai the human mind is so constituted dwell "n past pleasures, rather than past pain. The sorrow thai is done with, returns indeed at intervals vividly and bitterly enough; but every fresh recurrence is less cruel than the last, and we can look back to our Bufferings at length with a calm and chastened humility which is the first step towards resignation and eventual peace. But the memory of a greal happiness seems so interwoven with the imperishable pari of our being, that it loses none of its reality by the lapse of time, none of its brigh from the effect of distance. Anger, sorrow, hatred, contentions, fleet away like a dream; but the smile that gladdened lis long ago, has passed into the very sunlight of noon-day ; the whisper that softened our sternest i eals with the breeze of evening to our heart, gently and tenderly as of yore, and we know, we feel, that while crime, and misery, and remorse, are the tempo- rary afflictions <•!' humanity, pardon, and hope, and love are its inheritance tin- evermore. Licinius, pacing his lung shadowy colonnade, dwells not on the anxieties, and the separation, and the sorrows of years; on the loss of his dearest treasure and it> possession by another; not even on the calm dead face bound with its linen band. No; he is back in Britain once more with his living love, in the green glade where the bending ferns are whispering under the old oak- tree. .V step in the hall rouses him from his meditations, and a hind grave smile steals over the general's face at the approach of Ida favourite slave. The Roman patrician looks what he is — a war-worn veteran, bronzed and hardened by the influence of many campaigns in many climates. He is not yet past the prime of his bodily Tigoiu*, and there is a severe beauty about his noble features, and beard and hair already touched with grey, that possesses con- siderable attraction still. Valeria, no mean judge, asserts that he is, and always will bo, a handsome man, but that he does not know it. She respects him much, likes him a good deal, and he is the only person on earth for whose good opinion she has the slightest value. In truth, though she would not confess it even to herself, she is a little afraid of her good-hearted, brave, and thoughtful kinsman. A man who has reached mature age without forming family ties is always to a certain extent in a false position. No amount of public interest will stop up the little chinks and corners, so to speak, which are intended by Nature to contain the petty cares THE ROMAN ($<5 and pleasures and vexations of domestic life. Without the constant association — the daily friction — of wife and children, a cynical disposition becomes selfish and morose ; a kind one, melancholy and forlorn. Licinius feels a blank in his existence, which nothing he has yet found serves to fill ; and he often wonders in himself why the barbarian slave should be almost the only creature in Rome lor whom he entertains a feeling of interest and regard. As he takes his place on the couch by the supper-table, Esca gives him to drink ; and the patrician cannot help thinking the while, how he would like to have such a son, tall and handsome, with so warlike an air ; a son whom he could instruct in all the intricacies of his glorious profession, whose mind he could edu- cate, whose genius he could foster, and whose happiness he could watch over and insure. They converse freely enough during the general's temperate meal — an egg, a morsel of kid, a few grapes, and a flask of common Sabine wine. Esca tells his master the encounter of the previous evening, and the friendship he had made in consequence, after nightfall. Licinius laughs at his account of the skirmish, and the eunuch's discomfiture. ' Nevertheless,' says he, ' I trust he did not recognise you. It can have been none other than Spado, whom you treated so unceremoniously; and Spado is just now a prime favourite with Caesar. I might find it difficult to protect you if he knew where to find you, for charms and philtres are deadlier weapons in such hands as his, than sword and spear in yours and mine. Did he take note of your person, think you, Esca, ere he went down ? ' 1 1 can hardly believe it,' answered Esca. ' The evening Avas dark, and the confusion great. Moreover, I iied with the poor girl they had surrounded, the very instant I could snatch her out of the throng.' ' And you saw these Jews in their home, you say ? ' pursued Licinius, gravely. ' I have heard much of that people, and, indeed, served against them in Syria. Are they not morose, cruel, bloodthirsty ? Slayers of men, devourers of children ? Have they not fearful orgies in which they feast upon human flesh ? And one day in the week that they devote to solitude and silence, and schemes of hatred against all mankind? Are you sure that your entertainers belonged to this detestable nation ? ' ' Christians and Jews,' replied Esca, who had caught the nound of the former title in the course of his conversation with Calchiu> 66 EROS. 'Are they not the same? : returned Licinius, and to this ques- tion the barbarian was unable to furnish a reply. CHAPTER X. A TRIBUNE OF THE LEGIONS. Under the porch of one of the must luxurious houses in Home, two men jostled in the dubious light of early morning. Excla- mations of impatience were succeeded by a mutual recognition, and a hearty laugh, as Damasippus and Oarses, freedmen and staunch clients of Julius Placidus, recognised each other's e ness to pay court to their joint patron. They had risen from their beds while it was yet dark, and hurried hither in order to be the first to salute the Tribune at Lis morning levee. Yet they foimd the great hall filling already with a bustling crowd of friends, retainers, clients, and dependants. Damasippus was a short, square, beetle-browed man, with a villanous leer ; Oarses, a pale, sedate, and somewhat precise personage. But with this marked difference of exterior, an expression of unscrupulous and thorough-paced knavery was common to both. Said Damasippus to Oarses, with a shrug of affected disgust : ' It may be hours yet ere he will see us ! Look at this wretched crowd of parasites and ilatterers ! They will follow the patron to his bath 1 They will besiege him in his very bed ! Oh, my friend ! Home is no longer the place for an honest man.' To which Oarses replied, in subdued and humble tones : ' The flies gather round the honey, though it is only for what they can get. But the sincerest gratitude and affection draw you and me, my dear companion, to the side of the illustrious Tribune.' ' You speak truth,' returned Damasippus. ' It is sad to see how few clients are uninfluenced by mean and sordid thoughts. An honest man is becoming as rare at Home as at Athens. It was not so in the days of the republic — in the golden age — in the good old times 1 ' ' Oh for the good old times ! ' exclaimed Oarses, still in the same low and unmoved voice. ' Oh for the good old times ! ' echoed Damasippus ; and the two knaves, with their arms on each ether's shoulders, fell to A TRIBUNE OP THE LEGIONS. G7 pacing the extremity of the hall, and exchanging spiteful remarks on the concourse with which it was filled. The Tribune's house was the most perfect of its kind in the whole city. Standing apart and surrounded by a wall and garden of its own, it combined the luxurious splendour of a palace with the comfort and seclusion of a private residence. Everything of ornament that was most costly and gorgeous, had been procured by Placidus to decorate his mansion. Everything of art that was most conspicuous and effective hung on his walls, stood in picturesque groups about his apartments, or lay scattered in rich profusion on his floor. The hangings that veiled his own sleep- ing-room from the public eye, were of embroidered crimson silk, ivoven in the looms of Asia, and probably taken by the strong nand of the successful soldier as spoils of Avar. The veiy pave- ment of the hall was of the richest mosaic, traced in fanciful patterns and inlaid with gold. As the morning drew on, it was trodden by a multitude of feet.' No one of his rank held so numerous a levee as Julius Placidus. In the concourse that thronged it now, might be •seen men of all countries, classes, characters, professions, and lenominations. Unlike Licinius, who, indeed, owed his in- fluence solely to the firm consistency and unbending rectitude of his character, the Tribune let no opportunity pass of binding an additional partisan to his cause by the ties of self-interest and ex- pectation. They were crowding in now through the wide open doors ; and while the spacious hall was nearly filled, the approach to it, and the street itself outside, were choked with applicants, who had one and all, directly or indirectly, something to get, or ask, or hope for, from the Tribune. Here, an artist brought his picture carefully draped in the remains of an old garment ; yet not so entirely concealed but that a varnished corner might be visible, and the painter, nothing loth, might be prevailed on by earnest solicitations to reveal, bit by bit, all the beauties of his production. There, a sculptor was diligently preserving the out- lines of his model, wrapped in its wet cloth, from collision with the bystanders, and assuming credit for the mysterious beauties of a work, which, perhaps, if uncovered, would have grievously disappointed the eyes that scanned it so curiously. In one corner stood a jeweller, holding in his hand a gorgeous collar of pearls and rubies, prepared by the patrician's orders, and testify- ing at once to the ingenuity of the tradesman, and the munificence of his employer. In another, waited a common-looking slave, with a downcast eye and a bloated unwholesome face ; who, sever-' Gl EH issumed an importanl air that aeemed to say 1. sure of an early audience, as, indeed, wat more than probable in consideration of his tidings, a message from venal beauty to the admirer who paid bia welcome tribute in gold. Parasitea and elbowed their way insolently in the c lough iliry had a right to be there, ■ ten, brown with toil, and sighing wistfully for the fresh breezes of Tibur or kept aloof, a ind shrinking, though they bad but come to r their due. Nearesl the ha tl concealed the bed- . stood a dirty slave, ■ red with the filth of the fish- market, and exhaling an odour of garlic that cleared for him an ample breathing ran in a Roman crowd; but the knave knew the value of his intelligence, and how it \ obtain him favour in the Tribune 1 M ;. important a communication than this, that :i mullet had been taken t] i of nearly au pounda weight, and that so lavish a patron as P acidua should have the first offer to purchase at a thousand ces* a pound. He waited with his eyes intently fastened on the curtain . ce of the jabber an on that pervaded the hall. Presently thi way a little, ebbing backward on either side, and forming a lane as it were for three men, who regarded as they passed with glances ol* great awe and admiration. There waa no mistaking the deep chest and broad should) is i f one of these, even apart from the loud frank v< ice in which Hirpinua the gladiator was wont to convey his observa- tions, without much respect for persons. He was accompanied, on the present occasion, by two individuals, obviously of the same profession as himself — Hippias the fencing-master, and Euchenor the boxer. All three conversed and laughed 1" ously. It was obvious, that even at that early hour, they had not broken their fast without a generous draught of wine. ' Talk not to me,' said Hirpinus, roiling his strong shoulders, and observing with great complacency the attention he excited — 'talk not to me: I have seen them all — Dacians, Gauls, Cum- brians, Ethiopians, every barbarian that ever put on a breast- plate. By Hercules, they were fools to this lad. Why, the big yellow-haired German, whom Caesar gave us for the lion last summer, would not have stood up to him for a quarter of an hour. lie was taller, maybe, a little, but he hadn't the shape, man — he hadn't the shape ! You'll hardly call me a kid that hasn't * The sestertius was at this period about lfrf., or rather mure. The feftertium, or thousand sesterces, air"* 7'. IGs. A TRIBUNE OF THE LEGIONS. 69 put his horns out, will ye ? "Well, he gave me so much to do with the cestus, that I wouldn't have taken it off for a flagon of cheap wine, I tell ye. "What think ye of that, my little Greek ? You don't call it so bad for a beginner, I hope ? ' He turned to Euchenor as he spoke, a beautifully-made young man, of extraordinary strength and symmetry, with the regular chiselled features of his country, and as evil an expression as ever lowered on a fair face. The Greek pondered awhile before he answered. Then he made the apposite inquiry : ' Were you sober, Hirpinus, when you stood up to him ? or had you sucked down a skinful of wine, before you took your bellyful of boxing ? ' The other burst into a loud laugh. ' Drunk or sober,' said he, ' you know the stuff I am made of, just as well as / know your weight to an ounce, and your reach to an inch. Ay, and your mettle too, my lad ! though it don't take a six-foot rod to get to the bottom of that. Harkye, this Briton of mine would eat such a man as you, body and bones and all, just as I would eat a thrush, and be ready for another directly, without so much as washing his mouth out.' A very sinister scowl passed across Euchenor's face, who did not quite relish this low valuation of his prowess, and, above all, his courage; but he was a professional boxer, and, as such, necessarily possessed thorough command of temper, so he only glanced a little scornfully over the other's frame, which was getting somewhat into flesh, and observed : ' There will be money to be made out of him then in the arena, if he falls into good hands, and is properly trained.' Hitherto, the fencing-master had joined but carelessly in the conversation, and, indeed, scarcely seemed aware of its purport ; but the concluding sentence arrested his attention, and turning upon Hirpinus rather angrily, and with the air of one accus- tomed to command, he said, abmptly : ' Why did you not bring him to me at once ? If you have let him slip through those great fingers of yours, it will be the worst job you have been concerned in for many a day. Have a care, Hirpinus ! Better men than you have been under the net ere now, and the great games are not so far off. It needs but a word from me to send you into the arena to-morrow, a fair prey for a clumsy trident and a fathom or two of twine. You know that as well as I do.' Hippias spoke truth. A retired gladiator, celebrated for his 70 iitos. deadly swordsmanship and the number of his victories, h< becD long ago invested by Nero with the wooden foil, which e discharge and immunity from future services in the amphitheatre. Habituated, however, to the exciten the fatal sport, and rejoicing in that spurious fame which bo dis- tinguished men of hi Rome, he had Bet up a school for the express purpose of training swordsmen for the arena; and had won such favour, under two sue. !i mperors, by the proficiency to which he brought his pupils, and his talent for arranging the deadly pageants in which they figured, thai he had gradually become an incontrovertible authority on such matters, and the principal manager of the games in the amphitheatre. I >f his reputation for gallantry, and the strange fascination such men led for the Roman ladies, we have already spoken; but if his smiles were courted amongst the fair spi i F their con- 1 lis word was law with the gladiators tin I He it was who paired the combatants, supplied them with weapons, adjusted their disputes, and, in most cases, held the balance on which their very lives d< A threat from Ilippi. dreaded by these ruffians than the home-thrust of spear and sword. Now, Hirpinus, although a fearless and skilful fighter, had his ible point. On one occasion, -when he had entered the circus as a secutor, that is to say, a combatant armed with sword and helmet, against the rctiariiis, who bore nothing but a trident and net, he had the misfortune to find himself involved in the is of the latter, and at the mercy of his antagonist. The Roman crowd, though fickle in its approval, and uncertain in its antipathies, spared him in consideration of the gallant fight he had made; but Hirpinus never forgot his sensations at that moment. Bold and fierce as he was, it completely cowed him ; and the boisterous, boastful prizefighter would turn pale at the mention of a trident and a net. There was something ludicrous in the manner in which he now quailed before Hippias, eyeing him with the same sort of imploring glance that a dog casts at his master, and obviously persuaded of the speedy fulfilment of his threat. ' Patience, patron ! ' he growled, apologetically. ' I know where the lad is to be found. I can lay my hand on him at any time. I can bring him with me to the school. Why I talked myself well-nigh hoarse, and stayed out the drinking of two flagons of sour Sabine to boot, while I canvassed him to become one of us, and join the family forthwith. Why, you don't A TRIBUNE OF THE LEGIONS. 71 think, patron, I would be so thick-witted as to let him go without finding out where he lives? He is either a freednian, or a slave of— ' ' Hush, fool ! ' interrupted Hippias, angrily, observing that Damasippus and Oarses were hovering near, and listening intently for a piece of intelligence which he had resolved should be con- veyed by himself, and none other, to the Tribune's ear. ' There is no occasion to publish it by the crier. Hadst thou but brains, man, in any sort of proportion to those great muscles of thine, I could tell thee why, with some hope of being understood. Enough 1 lose not sight of the lad ; and, above all, keep thy tongue within thy teeth ! ' The big gladiator nodded a sulky affirmative, puzzled, but obedient ; and the two freedinen, with many courteous bows and gestures, accosted the champions with all the humility and defer- ence to which such public characters were entitled. ' They say there will be two hundred pairs of swordsmen, matched at the same moment,' observed Damasippus, in allusion to the coming games ; ' and not a plate of steel allowed in the circus, save sword and helmet. But of course, my Hippias, you know best if this is true.' ' And three new lions from Libya, loose at once,' added Oarses, ' with a scene representing shepherds surprised over their watch-fires ; real rocks, I have been told, and a stream of running water in the amphitheatre, with a thicket of live shrubs, from which the beasts are to emerge. Your taste, illustrious Hippias, the people say, is perfect. It has obviously been consulted here.' Hippias smiled mysteriously, and a little scornfully. ' There is a lion from Libya,' said he ; ' I can tell you thus nmch. I, myself, saw him fed only yesterday, at sunset.' ' Is he large ? is he strong ? is he fierce ? ' questioned the two almost in a breath. ' When did he come ? is he quite full-grown ? will they keep him without flesh ? Of course the shepherds are not to be armed ? Will they be condemned criminals, or only paid gladiators ? Not that it matters much, if the Hon is a pretty good one. We had a tiger, you know, last year, that killed five Ethiopian slaves, though they all set on him at once.' ' But they were unarmed,' interrupted Euchenor, whose cheek had turned a shade paler during the discussion. ' Give me the proper weapons, and I fear no beast that walks the earth.' ' Unarmed, of course 1 ' repeated Damasippus, ' and so was the tiger. A more beautiful creature was never seen. Do you not remember, Oarses, how he waved his long tail and stroked hia 72 KKOS. face with liis paws, like a batten before it begins to ; la) . 1 th !i, when he made bis spring, the first black was rolled up like a ball ? I was in the fifth row, mj heard his bones crack, distinctly, even th 'lie was a great loss, that tiger, 1 observed (Danes, more sadly than usual ; 'they should never have pitted him against a tusked elephant. The momenl 1 saw the ivory, I knew how the fight must end, and I wagered against the smaller animal directly. I would have lost my Besterces, I think, willingly, for it to have won; but the beautiful beast never had a chance.' 'It was the weight that did it, patrons — the weight,' observed Hirpinus. 'Man or beast, I will explain to you that weight must always — ' But here the gladiator's dissertation was broken off' by tho movement of the crimson hangings, and the appearance of Placidus emerging on his levee of expectants, bright and hand- some, ready dressed for the day. The Tribune owned one advantage at least, which is of no small service to a man who embarks on a career demanding con- stant energy and watchfulness; he possessed that good di<_" which is proverbially held to accompany an elastic conscience and a hard heart. Though slipper the previous evening had been a luxurious and protracted meal — though the wine-cup had passed round very often, and the guests with singing brains had shown themselves in their own characters to their cool-headed and designing host — the latter, refreshed by a night's rest, now appeared with the glow of health on his cheek, and its lustre in Lis eye. As he looked about him on the throng of clieuts and dependants, his snow-white gown fastened and looped up with gold, his mantle adorned with a broad violet hem, his hair and beard carefully perfumed and arranged, a murmur of applause went round the circle which, perhaps, for once was really sincere, and even the rough gladiators could not withhold their approba- tion from a figure that was at once so richly attired, so manly, and so refined. ' Hail, my friends ! ' said the Tribune, pausing in the entrance, and looking graciously around him on the crowd. ' Hail, matron ! ' answered a multitude of voices, in every key, from the subdued and polished treble of Oarses to the deep hoarse bass of the gladiators. Placidus moved from one to the other, with an easy though dignified cordiality of manner which he well knew how to assume when disposed to cultivate the favour of his inferiors. Clear • A TRIBUNE OF THE LEGIONS. 73 headed and discerning, in a wonderfully short space of time he had despatched the various matters which constituted the business of his morning levee. He had admired the model, declined the painting, ordered the statue, bought the jewels, answered the fair suppliant's message, and secured the mullet by sending to the market for it at once. The honest countrymen, too, he dismissed sufficiently well pleased, considering they had received nothing more substantial than smiles ; and he now turned leisurely to Hippias, as if life had no duty so engrossing as the pursuit of pleasure, and asked him eagerly after the training of his gladia- tors, and the prospects of the amphitheatre. Hippias knew his own value ; he conversed with the patrician as an equal ; but Hirpinus and Euchenor, appreciating the worth of a rich patron, gazed on Placidus with intense respect and ad- miration. The latter, especially, watched the Tribune with his bright cunning eye, as if prepared to plant a blow on the first unguarded place. ' But your sAvordsmen are all too well known,' urged the patrician on the fencing-master. ' Here is old Hirpinus covers his whole body with two feet of steel as if it were a complete suit of armour, and never takes his point off his adversary's heart the while. The others are nearly as wary; if they encounter ordinary fencers they are sure to conquer ; if we match them against each other and the people would see blood drawn, they must fight blindfolded,* and it becomes a matter of mere chance. No, what we want is a new man — one whom we can train without his being discovered, and bring out as an unknown competitor to try for the Emperor's prize. What say you, Hippias? 'Tis the only chance for a winning game now.' ' I have heard of such a one,' answered Hippias. ' I think I can lay my hand on an untried blade, that a few weeks' training will polish up into the keenest weapon we have sharpened yet ; at least, so Hirpinus informs me. What say'st thou, old Trojan ? Tell the patron how thou earnest to light on thy match at last.' Thus adjured, the veteran gladiator related at considerable length, interrupted by many exclamations of wonder from Dama- sippus and Oarses, his chance meeting with Esca in the forum, and subsequent trial of strength and skill at the gymnasium. Somewhat verbose, as we have seen, when he could secure an audience, Hirpinus waxed eloquent on so congenial a theme as * This inhuman practice was actually in ropu*. 74 F.ROS. wraty and stature of his new friend. 'As strong as an ox, a,' said he, 'and as lithe as a panther 1 Hand, and foot, nnd eye, all keeping time together like a dancing girl's. The spring of a wild cat. and the light footfall of a deer. Then he would look so well in the arena, with his fair young face, set on his towering neck, like that of the son of Peleus. Indeed, if he should be vanquished, the women would save him every time. Why, one of the fairest and the noblest ladies in Rome stopped her litter in the crowded street while we walked together, and hade him come and speak to her from sheer good-will. In faith, he was as tall, and twice as handsome, as the very Liburnians who carried her on their shoulders.' The Tribune was laughing heartily at the athlete's eloquence ; Damasippus, who never took his eyes off his patron's face, il laugh was more malicious than usual at the f the Liburnians, and there was a false ring in the mirthful tones with which he asked for more information as to >ung Apollo, and the dame on whom his appearance seemed ive made such an impression. ' I know most of the great ladies pretty well by sight,' an 1 the honest swordsman. 'Faith, a man does not easily forget the faces he sees turned on him in the arena, when he has his point at his adversary's throat, and they bid him drive it merrily home, and never spare. But of all the faces I see undes. the awning, there's not one looks down so calm and beautiful on a death-struggle as that of the noble Valeria.' ' Like the moon on the torrent of Anio,' observed Damasippus. ' Like the stars on the stormy Egean,' echoed Oarses. ' Like nothing but herself,' continued Hirpinus, who esteemed his own judgment incontrovertible on all matters relating to physical beauty, whether male or female. ' The handsomest face and the finest form in Rome. It was not likely I could be mis- taken, though I only caught a glimpse of her neck and arm for a moment, as she drew back the curtains of her litter, like — ' And here Hirpinus paused for a simile, concluding with infinite relish, ' like a blade half drawn, and returned with a clash into the sheath.' Again Damasippus thought he perceived a quiver on his patron's face. Again there was something jarring in the Tri- bune's voice, as he said to Hippias : ' We must not let this new Achilles escape us ! See to it, Hippias. Who knows? He may make a worthy successor, even for thee, thou artist in slaughter, when he has worked his STOLEN WATERS. 75 way up, step by step, and victory by victory, to the topmost branch of the tree.' Hippias laughed good-humouredly, turning at the same time his right thumb outward, and pointing with it to the roof. It was the gesture with which the Roman crowd in the amphitheatre refused quarter to the combatant who was down. CHAPTER XI. STOLEN WATERS. The broken column of one of the buildings destroyed in the great fire of Rome, and not yet restored, was glowing crimson in the setting sun. Beneath its base, the Tiber was gliding gently on towards the sea. There was a subdued hum even in the streets of the imperial city that denoted how the burden and heat of the day were now past ; and the languor of the hour seemed to per- vade even those who were compelled to toil on in the struggle for bread, and who cordd only in imagination abandon themselves to repose. On a fragment of the ruin sat Esca, gazing intently on the water as it stole by. To all appearance his listless and dreamy mood was unconscious of surrounding objects, yet his attitude was that of one prepared to start into action at a moment's notice; and though his arms were folded and his head bent down, his ear was watching eagerly to catch the faintest sound. It is a patience-wearing process, that same waiting for a woman ; and under the most favourable circumstances is produc- tive of much irritation, disappointment, and disgust. In the first place a man is invariably too soon, and this knowingly and as it were with malice prepense. Taking time thus by the forelock, delays his flight considerably, and indeed reduces his pace to the slowest possible crawl ; so that when the appointed moment does arrive, it seems to the watcher that it has been past a considerable period, and that his vigil should be already over, when in reality it is only just begun. Then, as the minutes steal on, come the different misgivings and suspicions which only arise on such occa- sions, and which in his right senses the self-torturer would be incapable of harbouring. Circumstances which, when the appoint- ment was made, seemed expressly adapted to further his designs, now change to insurmountable difficulties, or take their place as links in a chain of deception which he persuades himself has been 76 EBOS. forged with unheard-of duplicity, expressly for his discomfiture. 1 Ic thinks badly of every one, worst of all of her, whose unpardon- able fault is that she is now some fifty seconds late. Then comes a revulsion of feeling, and his heart leaps to his mouth, foi yonder, emerging on the long perspective, is n female figure obviously advancing this way. The expected object is tall, slim, pliant, and walks with the firm free step of a deer on the heather. The advancing shape is short, fat, awkward, and waddles in its gait; nevertheless, it is not till it lias reached within arm's length that lie will allow himself to be convinced of his disap- pointment. If its ears are pretty quick, the unoffending figure may well be shocked at bl and startling execration whieli its presence calls forth. Then begins another phase of despond- ency, humiliation, and bitter self-contempt, through all which pleasant changes of feeling the old feverish longing remains as strong as ever. At last she comes round the comer in good earnest, with the well-known smile in her eyes, the well-known greeting on her lips, and he forgets in an instant, as if they had never been, his anxiety, his anger, his reproaches, all but the presence that brings light to his life and gladness to his heart once more. Esca rose impatiently at intervals, walked ,-i few paces to and fro, sat down again, and threw small fragments of the ruin into the water. Presently a figure, draped in black and closely veiled, m down to the river's side near where the Briton sat, and began filling a pitcher from the stream. It could hardly have passed the column without seeing him, yet did it seem unconscious of his presence ; and who could tell how the heart might be beating within the bosom, or the cheek blushing behind the veil? That, veil was lifted, however, with an exclamation of surprise, when Esca stooped over her to take the pitcher from her hand, and Mariamne's cheek turned paler now than it had been even on the memorable night when he rescued her from the grasp of Spado and his fellow bacchanals. He, too, murmured some vague words of astonishment at finding her here. If they were honest, for whom could he have been waiting so impatiently ? and it is possible, besides, Mariamne might have been a little disappointed had she been allowed to fill her pitcher from the Tiber for herself. The Jewess had been thinking about him a good deal more than she intended, a good deal more than she knew, for the last two days. It is strange how very insensibly such thoughts gain STOLEN WATERS. 77 growth and strength without care or culture. There are plants we prune and water every day which never reach more than a sickly and stunted vitality after all, and there .ore others that we trample down, cut over, tear up by the very roots, which never- theless attain such vigour and luxuriance that our walls are covered by their tendrils, and our dwellings pervaded by their fragrance. Mariamne was no bigoted daughter of Judah, for whom the stranger was an outcast because a heathen. Her constant inter- course with Calchas had taught her nobler truths than she had derived from the traditions of her fathers. And with all her pride of race and national predilections, she had imbibed those principles of charity and toleration which formed the ground- work of a new religion, destined to shed its light upon all the nations of the earth. It was not precisely as a brother, though, that Mariamne had yet brought herself to regard the handsome British slave. They were soon conversing happily together. The embarrass- ment of meeting had disappeared with the first affectation of sur- prise. It was not long before he told her how tired he had been of watching by the broken column at the river-side. ' How could you know I should come here ?' asked the girl with a look of infinite simplicity and candour, though she must have remembered all the time, that she had not scrupled to hint at the daily practice in course of conversation with Calchas, on the night when Esca brought her safely home. ' I hoped it,' he replied with a smile. ' I have been a hunter, you know, and have learned that the shyest and wildest of animals seek the waterside at sunset. I was here yesterday, and waited two long hours in vain.' She glanced quickly at him, but withdrew her eyes immedi- ately, while the blood mounted to her pale face. ' Did you expect to see me ? ' she asked in a trembling voice ; ' and I never left the house the whole of yesterday ! Oh, how I wish I had known it !' Then she stopped in painful embarrassment, as having said too much. He appeared not to notice her confusion. He seemed to have some confession to make on his own part — something he hardly dared to tell her, yet which his honest nature coidd not consent Bhould be withheld. At last he said it with an effort : ' You know what I am ! My time is not my own, my very limbs belong to another. It matters not that the master is kind, good, and considerate. Mariamne, I am a slave ! ' 78 EROS. ' I know it,' she answered, veiy gently, with a loving pity beaming in her dark eyes. ' My kinsman Calchas told me as much after you went away.' Pie drew a long breath as if relieved. ' And yet you wished to Bee me again ? ' he asked, while a gleam of happiness brightened his face. ' Why not? ' she replied with a kind smile. ' Though that hand is a slave's, it struck my enemy down with the force of a hundred warriors ; though that arm is a slave's, it bore me home with the care and tenderness of a woman. Ah ! tell me not of slavery when the limbs are strong, and the heart is brave and pure. Thougn the body be chained with iron fetters, what matter so long as the spirit is free ? Esca, you do not believe I think the worse of you because you are a heathen and a slave ? ' Her voice was very soft and low while she spoke his name. No voice had ever sounded so sweetly in his ears before. A new, strange sense of happiness seemed to pervade his whole being, yet he had never felt his situation so galling and unendurable as now. ' I would not have you think the worse of me,' he answered, eagerly, ' upon any account. Listen, Mariamne. I was taken captive in war and brought here with a hundred others to Rome. We were set up like cattle in the slave-market. Like cattle also we were purchased, one by one by those who esteemed themselves practised judges of such human wares. I was bought by Caius Lucius Lieinius at the price of a yoke of oxen, or a couple of chariot-horses. Bought and sold like a beast of the field, and driven home to my new master ! ' He spoke with a scorn all the more bitter from having been repressed so long. Yet he kept back and smothered the indig- nation rising within him. This was the first ear that had ever been open to his wrongs, and the temptation was strong to pour them freely forth to so interested and partial a listener. To do him justice, he refrained from the indulgence. He had been taught from childhood that it was weak and womanish to com- plain ; and the man had not forgotten the lessons of the boy. Her gentle voice again interposed in soothing and consoling accents. ' But he is kind,' she said, ' kind and considerate — you told me so yourself. I could not bear to think him otherwise. Indeed, Esca, it would make me very unhappy to know that you — ' Here she broke off suddenly, and snatched up the pitcher he had been filling for her with such haste as to spill half its contents ' MTRKHINA.' 79 over his dress and her own. ' There is some one watching u.? ! Farewell ! ' she whispered in a breathless, frightened voice, and hurried away, turning her head once, however, to cast a glance over her shoulder, and then hastened home faster than before. Esca looked after her while she continued in sight, either uncon- scious of their vicinity, or at all events not noticing a pair of bold black eyes \hat were fixed upon him with an expression of arch and ludicrous surprise. He turned angrily, however, upon the intruder, when the black eyes had gazed their fill, and their owner burst out into a loud, merry, and mocking laugh. CHAPTER XII. ' MYRRIIINA.' Myiikhina's voice was at all times pitched in a high key ; her accents were very distinct and shrill, admirably adapted for the expression of derision or the conveyance of sarcastic remarks. ' So I have run you into a corner at last,' she said, ' and a pretty hunt you have given me ? 'Tis to draw water, of course, that you come down to the Tiber-side just at sunset ; and you met her quite by accident, I dare say, that slip of a girl in her wisp of black clothes, who flitted away just now like a ghost going back again to Proserpine. Ah ! you gape like a calf when they put the garland on him for sacrifice, and the poor thing munches the very ilower-buds that deck him for destruction. Well, you at Least are reserved for a nobler altar, and a worthier fate than to give your last gasp to a sorceress in the suburbs. Jupiter ! how you stare, and how handsome you look, you great, strong bar- barian, when you are thoroughly surprised ! ' She put her face so close up to his, to laugh at him, that the gesture almost amounted to a caress. Myrrhina had no slight incli- nation to make love to the stalwart Briton on her own account, pending the conclusion of certain negotiations she felt bound to carry out on her mistress's. These were the result of a con- versation held that morning while the maid was as usual combing out her lady's long and beautiful hair. Valeria's sleep had been broken and restless. She tossed and turned upon her pillow, and put back the hair from her fevered cheeks and throbbing temples in vain. It was weary work to lie gazing with eyes wide open at the flickering shadows 80 EROS. cast by the night-lamp on the opposite wall. It was still legs j reductive of sleep to shut them tighl and abandon herself to the vision thus created, which Btood out in life-like colours and refused to be dispelled. Do what she would to forget him, and conjure up some other object, there was the young barbarian, b ing like a demigod ever the mean effeminate throng; there were the waving linen garments, and the reeling symbols, and the tossing hands, and the scowling fares of the priests oflsLs; there was the dark-clad girl with her graceful pliant form; and there, yes, always there, in his maddening beauty, was the tall brave figure, gathering itself in acl to strike. She could not analyse her feelings; she believed herself bewitched. Valeria had not reached the prime of her womanhood, without having Bounded, as she thought, everj chord of feeling, tasted of every cup that pn - mised gratification or excitement. She had been nattered by brave, courted by handsome, and admired by clever men. S< me she fancied, some she liked, some she laughed at, and some she ti Id herself she loved. But this was a new sensation altogether. This intense and passionate longing she had never felt before. Bui for its novelty it would have been absolutely painful. A timid girl might have been frightened at it; but Valeria was no timid girl. She was a woman, on the contrary, who, with all tiie eagerness and impetuosity of her sex, possessed the tenacity of purpose and the resolution of a man. ( Miviously, as she could not conquer the sentiment, it was her nature to indulge it. ' I have a message to Licinius,' said she, turning at the same time from the mirror, and suffering her long brown hair to fall over her face like a veil ; ' a message that I do not care to write, lest it should be seen by other eyes. Tell me, Myrrhina, how can I best convey it to my kinsman ? ' The waiting-maid was far too astute to suggest the obvious arrangement of a private interview, than which nothing could have been easier, or to offer her own services, as an emis- sary who had already proved herself trustworthy in many a well- conducted intrigue ; for Myrrhina knew her business too well to hesitate in playing into the hands of her mistress. So she assumed a look of perplexity and deep reflection while, finger on forehead, as the result of profound thought, she made the following reply : ' It would be safest, madam, would it not, to trust the matter to some confidential slave ? ' Valeria's heart was beating fast, and the fair cheek was pale again now, while she answered, with studied carelessness ; MYRIlTriNA.' 81 ' Perhaps it would, if I could think of one. You know his household, Myrrhina. Can I safely confide in any of them ?' ' Those barbarians are generally faithful,' observed the maid. with the most unconscious air. ' I know Licinius has a British slave in whom he places considerable trust. You have seen him yourself, madam.' ' Have I ? ' answered Valeria, moving restlessly into a more comfortable attitude. ' Should I know him again ? What is he like?' The blood had once more mounted to her forehead, beneath the long hair. Myrrhina, who was behind her, saw the crimson mantling even on her neck. She was a slave, and a waiting- maid, but she was also a woman, and she could not resist the temptation ; so she answered maliciously : ' He is a big awkward-looking youth, of lofty stature, madam, and with light curly hair. Stupid doubtless, and as trusty, pro- bably, as he is thick-witted.' It is not safe to jest with a tigress unless you are outside the bars of her cage. Valeria made a quick impatient movement that warned the speaker she had gone too far. The latter was not wanting in readiness of resource. ' I could bring him here, madam,' she added, demurely, ' within six hours.' Her lady smiled pleasantly enough. ' This evening, Myrrhina,' she said ; ' I shall scarcely be ready before. By the way, I am tired of those plain gold bracelets. Take them away, and don't let me see them again. This evening, you said. I suppose I had better leave it entirely to you.' Both maid and mistress knew what this meant well. It implied full poAvers and handsome remuneration on one side, successful manoeuvring and judicious blindness on the other. Valeria dis- posed herself for a long day's dreaming : stretched indeed in bodily repose, but agitating her mind with all the harassing alter- nations of anticipation, and hope, and doubt, and fear — not without a considerable leavening of triumph, and a slight tinge of shame : while Myrrhina set herself energetically to work on the task she had undertaken ; which, indeed, appeared to possess its difficul- ties, when she had ascertained at the first place she sought, namely, the house of Licinius, that Esca was abroad, and no one knew in what direction he was likely to be found. A woman's wit, however, usually derives fresh stimulus from opposition. Myrrhina was not without a large circle of acquain- tances ; and amongst others owned a staunch friend, and occasional admh-er, in the person of Hirpinus, the gladiator. That worthy 82 EKOS. took a sufficient interest in the athletic Briton to observe hia movements, and was aware that Esca had spent some two or three hours by the Tiber-side on the previous evening — a fact which he imparted to Myrrhina, on cross-examination by the latter, readily enough, professing at the same time his own inability to account for it, inasmuch as there was neither wine-shop nor quoit- ground in the vicinity. Not so his intriguing little questioner. ' A man does not wait two or three hours in one spot,' tl Myrrhina, ' for anything but a woman. Also, the woman, if Bhe comes at all, is never so far behind her time. The probability then is, that she disappointed him; and the conclusion, that he will be there again about sue [lowing day.' Thus arguing, she resolved to attend at the trysting-place, and make a third in the interview, whether welcome or not ; killing the intervening time, which might otherwise have hung heavilj on her bauds, by a series of experiments on the susceptibility of Elirpinus — an amusing pastime, but wanting in excitement from its harmlessness ; for the gladiator had arrived at that period of life when outward charms, a1 least, are esteemed at their real value, and a woman must possess something more than a merry ad a saucy lip if she woidd hope to rival the attraction oi an easy couch and a flagon of old wine. Nevertheless, she laughed, and jested, and ogled, keeping her hand in, as it were, for practice against worthier occasions, till it was time to depart on her errand, when she made her escape from her sluggish admirer, with an excuse as false and as plausible as the smile on her lip. Hirpinus locked after her as she flitted away, laughed, shook his head, and strode heavily off to the wine-shop, with an arch expression of amusement on his brave, good-humoured, and somewhat stupid face. Myrrhina, drawing a veil about her head and shoulders so as effectually to conceal her features, proceeded to thread her way through the labyrinth of impoverished streets that led to the river- side, as if familiar with their intricacies. When she reached her destination at last, she easily hid herself in a convenient lurking- place, from which she took care not to emerge till she had learned all she wished to know about Esca and his companion. ' What do you want with me ? ' asked the Briton, a little dis- turbed by this saucy apparition, and not much pleased with the waiting-maid's familiar and malicious air. ' I am unwelcome, doubtless,' answered the girl, with another peal of laughter ; ' nevertheless you must come with me whether ' MYRRHINA.' 83 you will or no. We Roman maidens take no denial, young man ; we are not like your tall, pale, frozen women of the North.' Subscribing readily to this opinion, Esca felt indignant at the same time to be so completely taken possession of. ' I have no leisure,' said he, ' to attend upon your fancies. I must homeward ; it is already nearly supper time.' ' And you are a slave, I know,' retorted Myrrhina with a ges- ture of supreme and provoking contempt. ' A slave I You, with your strength, and stature, and courage, cannot call an hour of this fine cool evening your own.' ' I know it,' said he, bowing his head to conceal the flush of indignation that had risen to his brow. ' I know it. A slave must clean his master's platter, and fill his cup to drink.' She could see that her thrust had pierced home ; but with all her predilections for his handsome person, she cared not how she wounded the manly heart within. ' And being a slave,' she resumed, ' you may be loaded and goaded like a mule ! You may be kicked and beaten like a dog I You cannot even resent it with hoofs and fangs as the dumb animal does when his treatment is harsher than he deserves ! You are a man, you know, though a barbarian 1 You must cringe, and whine, and bite your lips, and be patient ! ' Every syllable from that sharp tongue seemed to sting him like a wasp : his whole frame quivered with anger at her taunts ; but he scorned to show it, and putting a strong constraint upon his feelings, he only asked, quietly : ' What would you with me ? It was not to tell me this that you watched and tracked me here.' Myrrhina thought she had now brought the metal to a suffi- ciently high temperature for fusion. She proceeded to mould it accordingly. 1 1 tracked you here,' she said, ' because I wanted you. I wanted you, because it is in my power to render you a great ser- vice. Listen, Esca ; you must come with me. It is not every man in Rome Avould require so much persuasion to follow the steps of a pretty girl.' She looked very arch and tempting while she spoke, but her attractions were sadly wasted on the pre-occupied Briton ; and if she expected to win from him any overt act of admiration or encouragement, she was wofully disappointed. ' I cannot follow yours.' said he; 'my way lies in another direc- 84 ZEOS. tion. You have yourself reminded me that I am not my own master.' ' That is the very reason,' she exclaimed, clapping her hands exultingly. ' I can show you the way to freedom. No one else can help you but Myrrhina ; and if you attend to her directions you can obtain your liberty without delay.' ' And why should you be disposed to confer on me such a benefit ? ' he asked, with instinctive caution, for the impulsive nature that jumps so hastily to conclusions, and walks open-eyed into a trap, is rarely born north of the Alps. ' I am a bar- barian, a stranger, almost an enemy. What have you and I in common ? ' ' Perhaps I have fallen in love with you myself,' she laughed out ; ' perhaps you may be able to serve me in return. Come, you are as cold as the icy climate in which you were bred. You shall take your choice of the two reasons ; only waste no more time, but gird yourself and follow me.' Though it had never been dormant, the desire for liberty had, within the last two days, acquired a painful intensity in Esca's breast. He had not indeed yet confessed to himself that he cherished an ardent attachment for Mariamne ; but he was con- scious that her society possessed for him an undefinable attraction, and that without her neither liberty nor anything else would be worth having. This new sensation made his position more galling than it had ever been before. He could not ignore the fact, that it was absurd for one whose existence was not Iris own, to devote that existence to another ; and the degradation of slavery, which his lord's kindness had veiled from him as much as possible while in his household, now appeared in all its naked deformity. He felt that no effort would be too desperate, no sacrifice too costly, to make for liberty ; and that he would readily risk life itself, and lose it, to be free, if only for a week. ' You have seen my mistress,' resumed Myrrhina, as they hur- ried on through the now darkening streets ; ' the fairest lady and the most powerful in Rome ; a near kinswoman, too, of your master. It needs but a word from her to make of you what she pleases. But she is wilful, you must know, and imperious, and cannot bear to be contradicted. Few women can.' Esca had yet to learn this peculiarity of the sex ; but he heard Myrrhina mention her mistress with vague misgivings, and fore- bodings of evil far different from the unmixed feelings of interest such a communication would have called forth a while ago. ' Did she send for me expressly ? ' he asked, with some anxiety ' MYRKHINA.' 85 of tone. And Iioav did you know where to find me in such a town as this ? ' ' I know a great many things,' replied the laughing damsel ; ' but I do not choose every one to be as wise as myself. I will answer both your questions, though, if you will answer one of mine in return. Valeria did not mention you by name, and yet I think there is no other man in Rome would serve her turn but yourself; and I knew that I should find you by Tiber-side, because you cannot keep a goose from the water, nor a fool from his fate. Will you answer my question as frankly ? Do you love the dark pale girl that fled away so hastily when I discovered you together ? ' This was exactly what he had been asking himself the whole evening, with no very conclusive result ; it was not likely, there- fore, that Mvrrhina should elicit a satisfactory reply. The Briton coloured a little, hesitated, and gave an evasive answer. ' Like tends to like,' said he. ' What is there in common between iwo strangers, from the two farthest extremities of the empire ? ' Myrrhina clapped her hands in triumph. ' Like tends to like, say you ? ' she exclaimed, exultingly. ' You will tell another tale ere an hour be past. Hush ! be silent now, and step softly ; but follow close behind me. It is very dark in here, under the trees.' Thus cautioning him, she led Esca through a narrow door out of the by-street, into which they had diverged, and stepped briskly on, with a confidence born of local knowledge that he imitated with difficulty. They were now in a thickly planted shrubbery which effectually excluded the rays of a rising moon, and in which it was scarce possible to distinguish even Myrrhina's white dress. Presently they emerged upon a smooth and level lawn, shut in by a black group of cedars, through the lower branches of which peeped the crescent moon that had not long left the horizon, and turning the corner of a colonnade, under a ghostly-looking statue, traversed another door, which opened softly to Myrrhina's touch, and admitted them into a Long carpeted passage, with a lamp at the farther end. ' Stay here while I fetch a light,' whispered the damsel ; and, gliding away for that purpose, returned presently to conduct Esca through a large dark hall into another passage ; where she stopped abruptly, and lifting some silken hangings, that served for the door of an apartment, simply observed, 'You will find food and wine there,' and pushed him in. Floods of soft and mellow light dazzled his eyes at first ; be soon realised the luxurious beauty of the retreat i 86 EROS. he had been forced. It was obvious that all the resources 0/ wealth had been applied to its decoration with a lavish hand, guided by a woman's sensibility and a woman's taste. The walls were painted in frescoes of the richest colouring, and represented the most alluring scenes. Here the three jealous goddesses flashed upon bewildered Paris, in all the lustre of their immortal charms. A living envy sat on Juno's brow ; a living scorn was stamped on Minerva's pale, proud face ; and the living smile that won her the golden apple, shone in Aphrodite's winning eyes. There glowed imperial Circe in her magic splen- dour ; and the very victims of her spell seemed yet to crave, with fiery glances and with thirsty lips, for one more draught from the tempting, luscious, and degrading cup. A shapely Endymion lay stretched in dreams of love. A frightened Leda shrank while she caressed. Here fair Adonis bled to death, ripped by the monster in the forest glade ; there, where the broad- leaved lilies lay sleeping on the shady pool, bent fond Narcissus, to look and long his life away ; an infant Bacchus rolled amongst the grapes, in bronze ; a little Cupid mourned his broken bow, in marble. Around the cornices a circle of nymphs and satyrs, in bas-relief, danced hand-in-hand — wild woodland creatines, exulting in all the luxuriance of beauty, all the redundancy of strength ; and yonder, just where the lamp cast its softest fight on her attractions, stood the likeness of Valeria herself, depicted by the cunning painter in a loose flowing robe that enhanced, without concealing, the stately proportions of her figure, and in an attitude essentially her own — an attitude expressive of dormant passion, lulled by the languid insolence of power, and tinged with an imperious coquetry that she had found to be the most alluring of her charms. It was bad enough to sit in that voluptuous room, under that mellow light, drinking the daintiest produce of Falernian vine- yards, and gazing on such an image as Valeria's — an image of one who, beyond all women, was calculated to madden a heated brain, whose beauty could scarcely fail to captivate the outward senses, and take the heart by stonn. It was bad enough to press the very couch of which the cushions still retained the print of her form — to see the shawl thrown across it, and trailing on the floor as though but now flung off — to touch the open bracelet hastily unclasped, yet warm from its contact with her arm. All this was bad enough, but worse was still to come. Esca was in the act of setting down the goblet he had drained, and his eye was resting with an expression of admiration, not to NOLENS — VOLENS. 87 be mistaken, on the picture opposite, when the rustling of the hangings caused him to turn his head. There was no more attraction now in bounding nymph or brilliant enchantress; haughty Juno, wise Minerva, and laughing Venus with her sparkling girdle, had passed into the shade. Valeria's likeness was no longer the masterpiece of the apartment, for there in the doorway appeared the figure of Valeria herself. Esca sprang to his feet, and thus they stood, that noble pair, confronting each )ther in the radiant light. The hostess and her guest — the lady and the slave — the assailant and the assailed. CHAPTEK Xm. NOLENS VOLENS. Valeria trembled in every limb ; yet should she have remained the calmer of the two, inasmuch as hers could scarcely have heen the agitation of surprise. Such a step, indeed, as that on which she now ventured, had not been taken without much ition and many changes of mind. No woman, we believe, ever becomes utterly unsexed ; and the process by which even the boldest lose their instinctive modesty, is gradual in the extreme. The power, too, of self-persuasion, which is so finely developed in the whole human race, loses none of its efficacy in the reasonings of the less logical and more impulsive half. People do not usually plunge headlong into vice. The shades are almost imperceptible by which the love of admiration deepens into vanity, and vanity into im- prudence, and imprudence, especially if thwarted by advice and encouraged by opportunity, into crime. Nevertheless, the stone that has once been set in motion, is pretty sure to reach the bottom of the hill at last ; and ' I might ' grows to ' I will,' and ' I will,' ere long, becomes ' I must. 1 Valeria's first thought had only been to look again upon an exterior that pleased her eye; then she argued that having sent for her kinsman's slave, there could be no harm in speaking to him — indeed, it would seem strange if she did not ; and under any circumstances, of course there was no occasion that her colloquy should be over- heard by all the maidens of her establishment, or even by Myrrhina, who, trusty as she might be, had a tongue of surpassing activity, and a love of gossip not to be controlled. KRO& She ignored, naturally enough, that d oal inter ■ th< B iton Bhould have caused h< r thus to summ id him is awn ] rivate and peculiai irround him with all ' 'HIS t appear before him in the lull by all ' and pcr- ; could command. If ahi bim, it waa bul natural thai he should find her encircled by the usual adva of her station. It was qo fault of hen, that these were pictun powering. He mighl aa well blame the old Falernian f a of the palate, and its confusion of thi brain. Let him takt ! she would see him, to him, -null' en him, perhaps, and i wise i ■ tna difficult to kcc]> when the circumstances are und< i atrol. ria, woman-like, was the fii I , though sh knew what to Bay. With a very l air of he kepi clasping and unclasping a bra f< Uow 1 1' I the couch. She waa doubtles as that 1. white arm looked rounder and whiter in the ; 'Ihavesenl foryou, 1 si . 'because 1 am informed 1 can rely implicitly on your truth and sccresy. Ybu are one, t] me, who is incapable i I' betraying a tru.-t. Is it nol it i . was already s< mewhal d with the events ofthi . and in a mood not to be surprised at anything. Nevertheless, he could only bow hi.s in aekni'v. ; of this tribute to Ins honesty, and murmur a few indistinct syllables of assent. She Be< mi d : confidence now- the ice was broken, an a more fluently. 'I have a secret to confide — a secret that none bi must know. Honour, reputation, the fame of a noble family, depend on its never being divulged. And yel I at impart this secret to you. Am I not rash, foolish, and impulsive, thus to place myself in the power of one whom I know so little ? What must you think of me ? What do you think of me ? ' The latter question, propounded with a deepening colour and a glance that conveyed vol nines, was somewhat difficult to ai i He might have said, 'Think of you? Why, that you arc the most alluring mermaiden who ever tempted a mariner to ship- wreck on the rocks !' But what he did say was this: ' I have never feared man, nor deceived woman yet. I am not going to begin now.' She was a little disappointed at the coldness of his answer ; yet NOLENS — VOLENS. 89 her critical eye could not but approve the proud attitude lie assumed, the stern look that came over his face, while he spoke. She edged a little nearer him and went on in a softened tone. ' A woman is always somewhat lonely and helpless, whatever may be her station, and oh ! how liable we are to be deceived, and how we weep and wring our hands in vain when it is so ! But I knew you from the first. I can read characters at a glance. Do you remember when I called you to my litter in the street while you were walking with Hirpinus, the gladiator?' Again that warm crimson in the cheek — again that speaking flash from those dangerous eyes. Esca's head was beginning to turn, and his heart to beat with a strange sensation of excitement and surprise. ' I am not likely to forget it,' said he, with a sort of proud humility. ' It was such an honour as is seldom paid to one in my station.' She smiled on him more kindly than ever. ' I looked for you again,' she murmured, ' and saw you not. I wanted one in whom I could confide. I have no counsellor, no champion, no friend. I said what has become of him ? who else will do my bidding, and keep my secret ? Then Myrrhina told me that you would be here to-night.' She seemed to have something more to say that would not out, She looked at the Briton with expectant, almost imploring eyes : but Esca was young and frank and simple, so he waited for he* to go on, and Valeria, discouraged and intimidated for the first time, proceeded in a colder and more becoming tone. ' The packet with which I intrust you must be delivered by yourself into the hands of Licinius. Not another creature must set eyes on it. No one must know that you have received it from me, nor, indeed, that you have been here to-night. If necessary you must guard it with your life ! Can I depend upon you ?' He was beginning to feel that he could not depend upon him- self much longer. The lights, the perfumes, the locality, the seductive beauty near him, so lovely and so kind, were making wild work with his senses and his reason. Nevertheless, the whole position seemed so strange, so impossible, that he could hardly believe he was awake. There was plenty of pride in his character, but no leavening of vanity ; and, like many another gentle and inexperienced nature, he shrank from offending a woman's delicacy, with a repugnance that in some cases is ex- ceedingly puzzling and provoking to the woman herself. So he 90 Eiios. put a strong constraint upon his feelings, and undertook tlic delivery of the missive with incredible simplicity and com; The .statue of Hermes at the door could not have looked colder and more impenetrable. She was a little at a loss. She must detain him at all hazards, for she felt that when once L r <>ne he would be gone for ever. She determined to lead him into versation ; and she chose the topic wl mating, perhaj -. Instinctive jealousy of a woman, was of all i subversive of her plans. ' I Baw you once again,' she said, ' but it was in the Inn i confusion of that sudden broil. It was no fault of mine tl. committed so gross an outrage OB d. I would have helped you myself had you req nice, but you carried her Ices a kid. What e of the girl . ; ' The question was accompanii -harp inqu and a forced smile of ver table ami" lip when she perci i\> ed manner and reddening brow ; but she had unwittingly called up genius, and for all women on earth, Bave our, he was a m marble once more. 'I placed her in safety with her father,' he replied with an assumption of deep humility, 'Will you pie; me your commands and let me depart?' Valeria was so totally unused to opposition in any oi or caprices that she could scarcely belie 1 indilFerence was real. Si; ''that the Briton was so overpowered by her condescension, as to be only afraid of trespassing too far on such unexpected kindness, and s ; . that it should be no fault of hers if he were not quickly unde- ceived. She sank upon the couch in her most bewitching atti- tude, and, looking fondly up in his face, bade him fetch her tablets from the writing-stand. ' For,' said she, ' I have not yet even prepared my communication to Licinius. Shall you be very weary of me, if I keep you my prisoner so long?' Was it accident or design that entangled those rosy fingers with Esca's, as she took the tablets from his hand ? Was it accident or design that shook the hair off her face, and loosed the rich brown clusters to fall across her glowing neck and bosom ? It was surely strange that when she bent over the tablets her cheek turned pale, and her hand shook so that she could not form a letter on the yielding wax. Siie beckoned him nearer and bent her head towards him till the drooping curls trailed across las arm. oasAR. 91 1 1 cannot write,' said she, in trembling accents. ' Something seems to oppress me — I am faint — I can scarcely breathe — Myrrhina shall give you the missive to-morrow. In the mean- time, we are alone. Esca, you will not betray me. I can depend upon you. You are my slave, is it not so ? This shall be your manacle ! ' While she yet spoke, she took the bracelet from her arm and tried to clasp it round his wrist ; but the glittering fetter was too narrow for the large-boned Briton, and she could not make it meet. Pressing it hard with both hands, she looked up in his face and laughed. One responsive glance, the faintest shadow of yielding on those impassible features, and she would have told him all. But it came not. He shook the bracelet from his arm ; and while he did so, she recovered herself, with the iustantaneous self-command women seem to gather from an emergency. ' It was but to try your honesty I ' she said, very haughtily, and rising to her feet. ' A man who is not to be tempted, even by gold, can be safely trusted in such an affair as mine. You may go now,' she added, with the slightest bend of her head. 1 To-morrow, if I require you, I shall take care that you hear from me through Myrrhina.' She looked after him as he disappeared under the silken hangings of the portal, her face quivered, her bosom heaved, and she clenched both hands till the round white arms grew hard as marble. Then she bit her lip once, savagely, and so seemed to regain her accustomed composure, and the usual dignity of her bearing. Nevertheless, when the despised bracelet caught her eye, lying neglected on the couch, she dashed it fiercely down, and stamped upon it, and crushed and ground the jewel beneath her heel against the floor. CHAPTER XTV. CjESAK. When a woman feels herself scorned, her first impulse seems to be revenge at any price. Some morbid sentiment, which the other sex can hardly fathom, usually prompts her in such cases to select for her instrument the man whom in her heart she loathes nnd despises, whose society is an insult, and whose attentions are yy EKOS. ut she managed to n them, and preserved an outward composure even while Myrrhina prepared her for repose. That damsel was much puzzled by the uj shot of her manoeuvres. From a method of her own. which long practice rendered familiar, she had made herself acquainted with all that occurred between her m ad the handsome slave. Wliy their interview should have had no more definite result, slie was al a loss to conceive. Altogether, Myrrhina was think thai Esca had been so captivated by her own charms, as to be insensible to those of Valeria. This flattering supposition opened up a perspective of hazard, intrigue, and thai it was delicious to contemplate. The maid retired to her couch exulting. The mistress writhed in an agony anded pride and shame. Morning, however, brought its unfailing accession of clear- dness and practical resolve. There arc hours of the night in which we can abandon ourselves to love, hatred, despair, < i sorrow with a helplessness that possesses in it some of the ele- ments of repose ; but with dawn reality resumes her sway, and the sufferer is indeed to be pitied, who can turn away from day- light without an impulse to be up and doing, who wishes only, in the letharg\- of utter desolation, that it was evening once m< Valeria was not a woman to pass over the slight she had sustained. Tew of them but will forgive an injury more readily than an insult. Long before she rose she had made up her mind where, and when, and how to strike; nothing remained but to select the weapon, and put a keener edge upon the steel. Now Valeria had long been aware, that, as far as was c< m- patible with his disposition, Julius Placidus was devoted to her service. Indeed, he had told her so many a time, with an assumption of off-hand gallantry which, perhaps, she estimated at less than its proper value. Nevertheless, the compliments she received from the Tribune were scarcely so well turned as might be expected from a man of his outward polish, refined manners, and general bad character. The woman's ear could detect the ring of truth, amidst all the jingle that accompanied it; and Valeria felt that the Tribune loved Iter as much as it was possible for him to love anything "but himself. CAESAR. 93 To do her justice, she liked him none the better on that account. He was a man whom she must have hated under an), circumstances, but perhaps she despised him a little less for this one redeeming quality of good taste. Here was a weapon, how- ever, keen, and strong, and pliant, placed moreover, so to speak, within reach of her hand. She rose and dressed, languid, haughty, and composed as usual ; but Myrrhina, who knew her, remarked a red spot burning on either cheek, and once a shudder, as of intense cold, passed over her, though it was a sunny morn- ing in Home. Julius Placidus received a letter ere noon that seemed to afford him infinite satisfaction. The gilded chariot flashed brighter than ever in the sun, the white horses whirled it like lightning through the streets. Automedon's curls floated on the breeze, and the boy was even more insolent than usual with- out rebuke. Lolling on his velvet cushions the Tribune's smile seemed to have lost something of its malice ; and though the tiger-look was on him still, it was that of the sleek and satisfied tiger who has been fed. That look never left him all day, while he transacted business in the Forum, while he showed his grace and agility at ball in the Fives' Court, while he reposed after his exertions at the bath ; but it was more apparent still when the hour of supper arrived, and he took his place in the banqueting- hall of Cajsar, with some of the bravest soldiers, the noblest senators, the greatest statesmen, wits, gluttons, and profligates in the empire. A banquet with Vitellius was no light and simple repast. Leagues of sea and miles of forest had been swept to furnish the mere groundwork of the entertainment. Hardy fishermen had spent their nights on the heaving wave, that the giant turbot might flap its snowy flakes on the Emperor's table broader than its broad dish of gold. Many a swelling hill, clad in the dark oak coppice, had echoed to ringing shout of hunter, and deep-mouthed bay of hound, ere the wild boar yielded his grim life by the morass, and the dark grisly carcase was drawn off to provide a standing-dish that was only meant to gratify the eye. Even the peacock roasted in its feathers was too gross a dainty for epicures who studied the art of gastronomy under Cassar ; and that taste would have been considered rustic in the extreme, which could partake of more than the mere fumes and savour of so substantial a dish. A thousand nightingales had been trapped and killed, indeed, for this one supper, but brains and tongues were all they contributed to the banquet, while even the win.- of a roasted hare would have been 94 EROB. considered far too cars.' and i 1 for the in . board. re were a doze] .nhing round t ! table, and so disposed that the head of i 6 towards the giver of the feast. Csesar was, Indeed, in his glory. A garland of white roses crowned his pale and bl , enhancirj unhealthiness of its aspect. Hi- feattun • had originally been well- formed and delicate, ■ I tility of ch ■ puffed ai as to discolour the skin; the jowl, too, had tx I heavy, u stupidity to the whole countenance, which brightened up, how- * the app ' dish, t] rich I " ith the • guzzling avidity 1 he propped hi- unwieldy body, ie flabby arm, while with the other he fed himself on Bharp-biting sals I herrings, re served in the first course of a Roman entertainment, to provoke the hunger that the itisfy. Now and then his eye wandered for an instant through the long shining vistas of the hall, Lgst its marble pillars, its crimson hangings, its vases crowned with blushing fruit and . its side-boards blazing with chalices, and flagons, and plates of burnished gold, as though he expected ;i ! from a blow; but the restless glance wan sure to return to the table, and quench itself once more in the satisfaction of his favourite employment. Next to the Emperor was placed Paris, the graceful panto- mimist, whose girlish face was already Hushed with wine, and who turned his dark laughing eyes from one to another of the guests with the good-humoured insolence of incipient intoxica- tion. The young actor's dress was extravagant in the extreme, and he wore a collar of pearls, the gift of an empress, that would have purchased a province. He was talking volubly to a fat, coarse-featured man, his neighbour, who answered him at inter- vals with a grunt of acquiescence, but in whose twinkling eye lurked a world of wit and sarcasm, and from wdiose thick sensual lips, engrossed as they were with the business of the moment, would drop ever and anon some pungent jest, that was sure to be repeated to-morrow at every supper-table in Kome. Montanus was a crafty statesman and a practised diplomatist, whose society was sought for at the Court, whose opinions car- tied weight in the Senate; but the old voluptuary had long assAH. . 95 discovered that there was no safety under the Empire for those who took a leading part in the council, but that certain distinc- tion awaited proficiency at the banquet — .so he devoted his powerful intellect to the study of gastronomy and the fabrication of witty sayings ; nor did he ever permit the outward expression of his countenance to betray a consciousness of the good things that went into and came out of his mouth. Beyond him again reclined Licinius ; his manly face and noble bearing presenting a vivid contrast to those who surrounded him, and who treated him, one and all, including Cassar himself, with marked deference and respect. The old soldier, however, appeared somewhat weary, and out of his element. He loathed these long entertainments, so opposed to his own simple habits ; and regarded the company in his secret heart with a good- humoured, yet very decided, contempt. So he sat through the banquet as he would have kept watch on an outpost. It was tedious, it was disagreeable. There was nothing to be gained by it ; but it was duty, and it must be done. Far different, in the frank joyous expression he knew so well how to put on, was the mien of Julius Placidus, as he replied to a brief, indistinct question from the Emperor (murmured with his mouth full), by a sally that set every one near him laughing, and even raised a smile on the pale face of Vitellius himself. It was the Tribune's cue to make his society universally popular — to be all things to all men, especially to win the confidence of his imperial host. There is an art in social success, no less than in any other triumph of natural ability. The rein must never be completely loosed, the bow never stretched to its full compass. Latent power ready to be called forth, is the secret of all grace ; and while the observed does well, it must be apparent to the observer that he could do better if he chose. Also, to be really popular, a man, though a good deal liked, should be a little feared Julius Placidus excelled in the ' retort courteous,' which he could deliver without the slightest hesitation or change of coun- tenance ; and a nick-name or a sarcasm once inflicted by the ready-witted Tribune clung afterwards to its object like a burr. Then he possessed besides the invaluable qualification of a dis- criminating taste in seasonings, the result of a healthy palate, refined, but not destroyed by the culture bestowed on it; and could drink every man of them, except Montanus, under the table, without his stomach or his brain being affected by the debauch. Our acquaintance Spado was also of the party. Generally a 9fi I'ROS. buffoon of no mean calibre, and one whose special talent lay in such coarse and practical jests . ed to amuse Vitelliua win;; liis intellects had become too torpid to . the nicer delicacies of wit, the eunuch waa to-night peculiarly ld with i emeralds and pearls ; and though he ate slowly and with difficulty, he seemed deter- mine none of the gratifications of the mi — "no or two senators — who, with .mi.. n, bul • ' nothing but their fulsome adulation of the Emperor. A. tall sullen- looking man, commander of the Praetorian Guard, who • laid as olden breast-plate in which he was encased, and who seemed only anxious for the conclusion of the entertainment. Three or four unknown and undistinguished persons, called iii Roman Bociety by the expressive term 'Shades,' whoso social position, and, indeed, wh e very existence, depended on the patrons they followed. Amongst these were two freedmen ol the Emperor, pale anxious-looking beings, with haggard eyes and careworn faces. It was their especial duty to guard against poi i, by tasting of every dish served to their employer. It might be supposed that, as in previous reigns, one such function- ary would have been enough ; but the great variety of dainties in which the enormous appetite of Vitelliua enabled him to indulge, rendered it impossible for any one stomach to keep pace with him throughout the whole of a meal, and these devoted champions took it by turns to guard their master with their lives. Keen appetites and jovial looks were not to be expected from men engaged on such a duty. The first course, though long protaicted, came to an end at last. Its greatest delicacy, consisting of dormice sprinkled with poppy- seed and honey, had completely disappeared. The tables were cleared by a band of Asiatic youths, richly habited, who entered to the sounds of wild Eastern music, and bore off the fragments that remained. As they emerged at one door, a troop of hand- some fair-haired maidens — barbarian captives — simply clad in white muslin, and garlanded with flowers, entered at another, carrying the golden dishes and vessels that contained the second course. In the meantime, hanging curtains parted slowly from before a recess in the middle of the hall, and disclosed three CiKSAR. 97 Syrian dancing-girls, grouped like a picture, in different attitudes of voluptuous grace. Shaded lamps were so disposed as to throw a rosy light upon their limbs and faces ; while soft thin vapours curled about them, rising from braziers burning perfumed incense at their feet. Simultaneously they clashed their cymbals, and bounded wildly out upon the floor. Then began a measure of alternate languor and activity, now swelling into frantic baccha- ualian gestures, now sinking into tender lassitude or picturesque repose. The warm blood glowed in the dark faces of these daughters of the sim, the black eyes flashed under their long eye- lashes, and their white teeth showed like pearls between the rich red lips ; while the beautifully turned limbs, and the flexible, undulating forms, writhed themselves into attitudes suggestive of imperious conquest, coy reluctance, or yielding love. The dance was soon over ; wilder and faster flitted the glancing feet, and tossed the shapely hands, encircled with bracelets and anklets of tiny silver bells. When the measure was whirling at its speediest, the three stopped short, and at once, as if struck into stone, formed a group of rare fantastic beauty at the very feet of Caesar's guests ; who one and all broke into a murmur of unfeigned applause. As, touching their mouths and foreheads with their hands in Eastern obeisance, they retired, Placidus flung after them a collar of pearls, to be picked up by her who was apparently the leader of the three. One of the Emperor's freedmen seemed about to fellow his example, for he buried his hand in his bosom, but either changed his mind or else found nothing there, since he drew it forth again empty ; while Vitellius himself, plucking a bracelet from his arm, threw it after the retreating dancers, remarking that it was intended as ' a bribe to go away, for they only distracted attention from matters of real importance, now that the second course had come in,' — to which Montanus gave his cordial approval, fixing his eyes at the same time on the breast of a flamingo in which the skilful carver had just inserted the point of his long knife. It would be endless to go into the details of such a banquet as that which was placed before the guests of Cajsar. Wild boar, pasties, goats, every kind of shell-fish, thrushes, beccaficoes. vegetables of all descriptions, and poultry, were removed to make way for the pheasant, the guinea-hen, the turkey, the capon, venison, ducks, woodcocks, and turtle-doves. Everything that could creep, or fly, or swim, and could boast a delicate flavour when cooked, was pressed into the service of the Emperor ; and when appetite was appeased and could do no more, the strongest H 98 EKOS. condiments and other r< were used to stimulate fivsh hunger and consume a fresh supply of superfluous dainties. But the great business of the even i. I; yet half finished. 1 of eating was indeed the object ; but it was to excess of drinking that the gluttons of that period Looked a^ I every entertainment, since the hope of each Beenied to be, that when thoroughly flooded, and, so to speak, washed out with wine, he might begin eating again. The Koman was no drunkard like the barbarian, for the sake of that wild excitement of the brain which is purchased by intoxication. No, he ate to repletion thai he might drink with gratification, lie drank to excess that he might eat again. Another train of slaves now cleared the table. These were Nubian eunuchs, clad in white turbans and scarlet ; ered with - '■ gold. They brought in the dessert — choice I'm'.. I upon rases of the rarest porcelain, sweet- meats in baskets of silver filigree, Syrian dates borne by miniature golden camels of exquisite workmanship — masses of flowers in the centre, and perfumes burning at thi e. Behind each couch containing its three guests stood a sable cup-; id dumb, whose only business it was to fill for hi charge. These mutes were procured at vast expense from every corner of the empire ; but Casar especially prided himself on their similarity in face and figure. To-day he would by Germans, to-morrow by Gauls, the next by Ethiopians, and so on ; nor, though deprived of the organs of speech and hearing, were these ministers of Bacchus unobservant of what took place amongst the votaries on whom they waited ; and it was said that the mutes in the palace heard more confidences, and told more secrets, than all the old women in Eome put together. And now, taking his cue from the Emperor, each man loosened the belt of his tunic, shifted the garland of flowers off his brows, disposed himself in an easier attitude on his couch, and proffered his cup to be filled by the attendant. The great business of eating was for the present concluded, and deep drinking about to com- mence. When marvelling, however, at the quantity of wine consumed by the Eomans in their entertainments, we must remember that it was the pure and unadulterated juice of the grape, that it was in general freely mixed with water, and that they thus imbibed but a very small portion of alcohol, which is in reality the destructive quality of all stimulants, to the welfare of. the stomach and the brain. RED FALEUNIAN. 09 CHAPTER XV. RED FALERNIAN. CjESAk's eye, though dim and sunken, flashed up for a moment with a spark of enthusiasm. ' The beccaficoes,' said he, ' were a thought over-seasoned, but the capon's liver stewed in milk was perfection. Varus, see that it is served again at the imperial table within the week.' The freedman took out his tablets and made a note of the royal commands with a somewhat unsteady hand, while Vitellius, draining his cup to the dregs, smacked his lips, and let his great chin sink on his breast once more. The other guests conversed freely. Licinius and one of the senators were involved in an argument on military matters, with which the man of peace seemed almost as conversant as the man of war, and on which he laid down the law with far more confi- dence. Placidus was describing certain incidents of the campaign in Judaea, with an air of unassuming modesty and a deference to the opinions of others, which won him no little favour from those who sat near and listened, throwing in, every now and then, a chance expression or trifling anecdote, derogatory, hy implication, to Vespasian's military skill, and eulogistic of Vitellius ; for this reason doubly sweet in the ears of him at whose board the Tribune sat. Montanus, whose cup was filled and emptied 'with startling rapidity, looked about him for a subject on which to vent some of the sarcasm with which he was charged, and found it in the woe- begone appearance of Spado, who, despite the influence of food and wine, seemed unusually depressed and ill at ease. The eunuch on ordinary occasions was a prince of boon companions, skilled in all the niceties of gastronomy, versed in the laws of drinking, overflowing with mirth and jollity, an adroit flatterer where flattery was acceptable, and a joyous buffoon who could give and take with equal readiness and good-humour, when banter was the order of the day. Now, less thirsty than usual, the feast seemed to have no enlivening effect on his disposition. He was silent, preoccupied, and, to all appearance, intent only on concealing his bruised cheek from the observation of those about him. He had never been struck in anger, never even stood face to faoe with a man before, and it had cowed him. The soft self- indulgent voluptuary could neither forget nor overcome his feel- ings of combined wrath, dismay, and shame. Mortanus turned round and emptied a brimming goblet to his health. 10;) EROS. ' You are cheerless to-night, man ! ' quoth the senator; 'you drink not, neither do you speak. What, has the red Falernian lost its flavour ? or has some Cauidia bewitched you with her evil eye? You used to be a prince ol' buun companions, Spado, thirsty as a camel in the Libyan desert, insatiate as the sand on which he travels, and now your eye is dull, your face dej< and ycur cup stands u masted, unnoticed, though bubbling to the brim. By the spear of Bacchus, 'tis not the fault of the liquor !' ami Montanus emptied las own goblet with the air of a man who thoroughly appreciated the vintage he extolled. ViteUius looked up for an instant, roused by the congenial theme. 'There is nothing the matter with the wine,' said Csesar. • Fill round.' The imperial him was not lone disregarded, and Spado, with a forced smile, put his goblet to his lips and drained it to the last drop. In doing BO the discoloration of his face was Y