to melt the stony citizens into pity. But it will not do; Isis is
mightily popular just at this moment.'
'And, by-the-by, I have some merchandise at Alexandria. Yes, Isis ought
to be protected.'
'True; so farewell, old gentleman: we shall meet soon; if not, we must
have a friendly bet at the Amphitheatre. All my calculations are
confounded by this cursed misfortune of Glaucus! He had bet on Lydon
the gladiator; I must make up my tablets elsewhere. Vale!'
Leaving the less active Diomed to regain his villa, Clodius strode on,
humming a Greek air, and perfuming the night with the odorous that
steamed from his snowy garments and flowing locks.
'If,' thought he, 'Glaucus feed the lion, Julia will no longer have a
person to love better than me; she will certainly doat on me--and so, I
suppose, I must marry. By the gods! the twelve lines begin to fail--men
look suspiciously at my hand when it rattles the dice. That infernal
Sallust insinuates cheating; and if it be discovered that the ivory is
clogged, why farewell to the merry supper and the perfumed
billet--Clodius is undone! Better marry, then, while I may, renounce
gaming, and push my fortune (or rather the gentle Julia's) at the
imperial court.'
Thus muttering the schemes of his ambition, if by that high name the
projects of Clodius may be called, the gamester found himself suddenly
accosted; he turned and beheld the dark brow of Arbaces.
'Hail, noble Clodius! pardon my interruption; and inform me, I pray you,
which is the house of Sallust?'
'It is but a few yards hence, wise Arbaces. But does Sallust entertain
to-night?'
'I know not,' answered the Egyptian; 'nor am I, perhaps, one of those
whom he would seek as a boon companion. But thou knowest that his house
holds the person of Glaucus, the murderer.'
'Ay! he, good-hearted epicure, believes in the Greek's innocence! You
remind me that he has become his surety; and, therefore, till the trial,
is responsible for his appearance.' Well, Sallust's house is better than
a prison, especially that wretched hole in the forum. But for what can
you seek Glaucus?'
'Why, noble Clodius, if we could save him from execution it would be
well. The condemnation of the rich is a blow upon society itself. I
should like to confer with him--for I hear he has recovered his
senses--and ascertain the motives of his crime; they may be so
extenuating as to plead in his defence.'
'You are benevolent, Arbaces.'
'Benevolence is the duty of one who aspires to wisdom,' replied the
Egyptian, modestly. 'Which way lies Sallust's mansion?'
'I will show you,' said Clodius, 'if you will suffer me to accompany you
a few steps. But, pray what has become of the poor girl who was to have
wed the Athenian--the sister of the murdered priest?'
'Alas! well-nigh insane! Sometimes she utters imprecations on the
murderer--then suddenly stops short--then cries, "But why curse? Oh, my
brother! Glaucus was not thy murderer--never will I believe it!" Then
she begins again, and again stops short, and mutters awfully to herself,
"Yet if it were indeed he?"'
'Unfortunate Ione!'
'But it is well for her that those solemn cares to the dead which
religion enjoins have hitherto greatly absorbed her attention from
Glaucus and herself: and, in the dimness of her senses, she scarcely
seems aware that Glaucus is apprehended and on the eve of trial. When
the funeral rites due to Apaecides are performed, her apprehension will
return; and then I fear me much that her friends will be revolted by
seeing her run to succour and aid the murderer of her brother!'
'Such scandal should be prevented.'
'I trust I have taken precautions to that effect. I am her lawful
guardian, and have just succeeded in obtaining permission to escort her,
after the funeral of Apaecides, to my own house; there, please the gods!
she will be secure.'
'You have done well, sage Arbaces. And, now, yonder is the house of
Sallust. The gods keep you! Yet, hark you, Arbaces--why so gloomy and
unsocial? Men say you can be gay--why not let me initiate you into the
pleasures of Pompeii?--I flatter myself no one knows them better.'
'I thank you, noble Clodius: under your auspices I might venture, I
think, to wear the philyra: but, at my age, I should be an awkward
pupil.'
'Oh, never fear; I have made converts of fellows of seventy. The rich,
too, are never old.'
'You flatter me. At some future time I will remind you of your
promise.'
'You may command Marcus Clodius at all times--and so, vale!'
'Now,' said the Egyptian, soliloquising, 'I am not wantonly a man of
blood; I would willingly save this Greek, if, by confessing the crime,
he will lose himself for ever to Ione, and for ever free me from the
chance of discovery; and I can save him by persuading Julia to own the
philtre, which will be held his excuse. But if he do not confess the
crime, why, Julia must be shamed from the confession, and he must
die!--die, lest he prove my rival with the living--die, that he may be
my proxy with the dead! Will he confess?--can he not be persuaded that
in his delirium he struck the blow? To me it would give far greater
safety than even his death. Hem! we must hazard the experiment.'
Sweeping along the narrow street, Arbaces now approached the house of
Sallust, when he beheld a dark form wrapped in a cloak, and stretched at
length across the threshold of the door.
So still lay the figure, and so dim was its outline, that any other than
Arbaces might have felt a superstitious fear, lest he beheld one of
those grim lemures, who, above all other spots, haunted the threshold of
the homes they formerly possessed. But not for Arbaces were such
dreams.
'Rise!' said he, touching the figure with his foot; 'thou obstructest
the way!'
'Ha! who art thou cried the form, in a sharp tone, and as she raised
herself from the ground, the starlight fell full on the pale face and
fixed but sightless eyes of Nydia the Thessalian. 'Who art thou? I
know the burden of thy voice.'
'Blind girl! what dost thou here at this late hour? Fie!--is this
seeming thy sex or years? Home, girl!'
'I know thee,' said Nydia, in a low voice, 'thou art Arbaces the
Egyptian': then, as if inspired by some sudden impulse, she flung
herself at his feet, and clasping his knees, exclaimed, in a wild and
passionate tone, 'Oh dread and potent man! save him--save him! He is not
guilty--it is I! He lies within, ill-dying, and I--I am the hateful
cause! And they will not admit me to him--they spurn the blind girl
from the hall. Oh, heal him! thou knowest some herb--some spell--some
countercharm, for it is a potion that hath wrought this frenzy!
'Hush, child! I know all!--thou forgettest that I accompanied Julia to
the saga's home. Doubtless her hand administered the draught; but her
reputation demands thy silence. Reproach not thyself--what must be,
must: meanwhile, I seek the criminal--he may yet be saved. Away!'
Thus saying, Arbaces extricated himself from the clasp of the despairing
Thessalian, and knocked loudly at the door.
In a few moments the heavy bars were heard suddenly to yield, and the
porter, half opening the door, demanded who was there.
'Arbaces--important business to Sallust relative to Glaucus. I come
from the praetor.'
The porter, half yawning, half groaning, admitted the tall form of the
Egyptian. Nydia sprang forward. 'How is he?' she cried; 'tell me--tell
me!'
'Ho, mad girl! is it thou still?--for shame! Why, they say he is
sensible.'
'The gods be praised!--and you will not admit me? Ah! I beseech
thee...'
'Admit thee!--no. A pretty salute I should prepare for these shoulders
were I to admit such things as thou! Go home!'
The door closed, and Nydia, with a deep sigh, laid herself down once
more on the cold stones; and, wrapping her cloak round her face, resumed
her weary vigil.
Meanwhile Arbaces had already gained the triclinium, where Sallust, with
his favorite freedman, sat late at supper.
'What! Arbaces! and at this hour!--Accept this cup.'
'Nay, gentle Sallust; it is on business, not pleasure, that I venture to
disturb thee. How doth thy charge?--they say in the town that he has
recovered sense.'
'Alas! and truly,' replied the good-natured but thoughtless Sallust,
wiping the tear from his eyes; 'but so shattered are his nerves and
frame that I scarcely recognize the brilliant and gay carouser I was
wont to know. Yet, strange to say, he cannot account for the cause of
the sudden frenzy that seized him--he retains but a dim consciousness of
what hath passed; and, despite thy witness, wise Egyptian, solemnly
upholds his innocence of the death of Apaecides.'
'Sallust,' said Arbaces, gravely, 'there is much in thy friend's case
that merits a peculiar indulgence; and could we learn from his lips the
confession and the cause of his crime, much might be yet hoped from the
mercy of the senate; for the senate, thou knowest, hath the power either
to mitigate or to sharpen the law. Therefore it is that I have
conferred with the highest authority of the city, and obtained his
permission to hold a private conference this night with the Athenian.
Tomorrow, thou knowest, the trial comes on.'
'Well,' said Sallust, 'thou wilt be worthy of thy Eastern name and fame
if thou canst learn aught from him; but thou mayst try. Poor
Glaucus!--and he had such an excellent appetite! He eats nothing now!'
The benevolent epicure was moved sensibly at this thought. He sighed,
and ordered his slaves to refill his cup.
'Night wanes,' said the Egyptian; 'suffer me to see thy ward now.'
Sallust nodded assent, and led the way to a small chamber, guarded
without by two dozing slaves. The door opened; at the request of
Arbaces, Sallust withdrew--the Egyptian was alone with Glaucus.
One of those tall and graceful candelabra common to that day, supporting
a single lamp, burned beside the narrow bed. Its rays fell palely over
the face of the Athenian, and Arbaces was moved to see how sensibly that
countenance had changed. The rich color was gone, the cheek was sunk,
the lips were convulsed and pallid; fierce had been the struggle between
reason and madness, life and death. The youth, the strength of Glaucus
had conquered; but the freshness of blood and soul--the life of
life--its glory and its zest, were gone for ever.
The Egyptian seated himself quietly beside the bed; Glaucus still lay
mute and unconscious of his presence. At length, after a considerable
pause, Arbaces thus spoke:
'Glaucus, we have been enemies. I come to thee alone and in the dead of
night--thy friend, perhaps thy saviour.'
As the steed starts from the path of the tiger, Glaucus sprang up
breathless--alarmed, panting at the abrupt voice, the sudden apparition
of his foe. Their eyes met, and neither, for some moments, had power to
withdraw his gaze. The flush went and came over the face of the
Athenian, and the bronzed cheek of the Egyptian grew a shade more pale.
At length, with an inward groan, Glaucus turned away, drew his hand
across his brow, sunk back, and muttered:
'Am I still dreaming?'
'No, Glaucus thou art awake. By this right hand and my father's head,
thou seest one who may save thy life. Hark! I know what thou hast done,
but I know also its excuse, of which thou thyself art ignorant. Thou
hast committed murder, it is true--a sacrilegious murder--frown
not--start not--these eyes saw it. But I can save thee--I can prove how
thou wert bereaved of sense, and made not a free-thinking and
free-acting man. But in order to save thee, thou must confess thy crime.
Sign but this paper, acknowledging thy hand in the death of Apaecides,
and thou shalt avoid the fatal urn.'
'What words are these?--Murder and Apaecides!--Did I not see him
stretched on the ground bleeding and a corpse? and wouldst thou persuade
me that I did the deed? Man, thou liest! Away!'
'Be not rash--Glaucus, be not hasty; the deed is proved. Come, come,
thou mayst well be excused for not recalling the act of thy delirium,
and which thy sober senses would have shunned even to contemplate. But
let me try to refresh thy exhausted and weary memory. Thou knowest thou
wert walking with the priest, disputing about his sister; thou knowest
he was intolerant, and half a Nazarene, and he sought to convert thee,
and ye had hot words; and he calumniated thy mode of life, and swore he
would not marry Ione to thee--and then, in thy wrath and thy frenzy,
thou didst strike the sudden blow. Come, come; you can recollect
this!--read this papyrus, it runs to that effect--sign it, and thou
art saved.'
'Barbarian, give me the written lie, that I may tear it! I the murderer
of Ione's brother: I confess to have injured one hair of the head of him
she loved! Let me rather perish a thousand times!'
'Beware!' said Arbaces, in a low and hissing tone; 'there is but one
choice--thy confession and thy signature, or the amphitheatre and the
lion's maw!'
As the Egyptian fixed his eyes upon the sufferer, he hailed with joy the
signs of evident emotion that seized the latter at these words. A
slight shudder passed over the Athenian's frame--his lip fell--an
expression of sudden fear and wonder betrayed itself in his brow and
eye.
'Great gods!' he said, in a low voice, 'what reverse is this? It seems
but a little day since life laughed out from amidst roses--Ione
mine--youth, health, love, lavishing on me their treasures; and
