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Mastor, too, lay down to rest after he had spread a rug for the dog in the corridor outside the Emperor's sleeping-room.
Mastor as soon he had given his tray to the kitchen slaves who were now busy again in the palace at Lochias returned to his lord and gave him the steward's letter. It was an ill-chosen hour for Keraunus, for the Emperor was in a gloomy mood.
Now go, and take care that no one recognizes you. Your secret is mine, and the friend at Lochias shall be duly mentioned." Mastor disappeared in the crowd. Verus put the nosegay into the hands of one of the garden-gods that followed in his train, sprang laughing on to the ass, and desired the driver to show him the way.
"Stay-stop! hapless boy, come back!" shouted the slave, and leaping into a boat he followed that of the Bithynian, which, impelled by strong and steady strokes, flew away into the current. Mastor rowed with all his might, but he could not gain upon the boat he was pursuing. Thus in a wild race both reached the middle of the stream.
While Mastor was giving his master towels, and helping to dry and dress him, he was far less attentive than usual, for he could not get the words he had heard from the overseer's lips out of his mind.
Hadrian was startled, and observing his favorite's tangled hair in which the night wind had dried the salt water, and his torn chiton, he anxiously exclaimed: "Go this instant and let Mastor dry you and anoint you. He too came back with a bruised hand and red eyes. Everything is upside clown this accursed evening. You look like a slave that has been hunted by clogs.
His annoyance at the absence of his favorite, whose society he permitted no one to enjoy but himself, and least of all Pollux, smothered every kind feeling in his mind, and in a tone of anger bordering on fury he commanded Mastor to go and fetch Antinous, and then to have the gate-house utterly cleared out. "Take a dozen slaves to help you," he cried.
Make haste, my friend, or new cares will come to spoil my holiday mood." Antinous and Mastor at once quitted the Emperor's room; in the corridor the lad beckoned the slave to him and said in a low voice: "You can hold your tongue I know, will you do me a favor?" "Three sooner than one," replied the Sarmatian. "You are free to-day are you going into the city?" "I think so."
"It is well that you have come!" she exclaimed to the praetor. "Lentulus insists that he has seen Mastor the slave, and Balbilla declares but it is impossible!" "You think that Caesar is here?" asked Verus. "Did they tell you so too?" "No. I do not linger to talk when you require my presence and there is something important to be told just now then but you must not be alarmed."
The steward's new 'body-servant, the old black woman, Mastor, the tailor and his slave, helped Arsinoe to carry her father's lifeless body and lay it on a couch, and the slave closed his eyes. He was dead so each told the despairing girl, but she would not, could not believe it.
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