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But to-morrow he hopes to greet the dear friend of his youth, his prudent vicegerent, not merely with his whole soul, but with hand and tongue. And "now to be more explicit, as follows: I come to-morrow morning, the fifteenth of December, towards evening, to Alexandria, with none but Antinous, the slave Mastor, and my private secretary, Phlegon.
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.
"He is very much in need of your making allowances!" laughed Balbilla, while the praetor went up to, his wife and told her in a whisper what he had learnt from Mastor. Lucilla clasped her hands in astonishment, and Verus cried to the poetess: "Now you see what a satisfaction your cruel tongue has deprived you of?" "How can you be so revengeful most estimable Verus," said the lady coaxingly.
His pupil, after he had accomplished the easy transfer of his parents, had returned to the palace, and there, to his delight, came across Mastor, who soon fetched him the garments and masks that he had lent the day before to Hadrian and Antinous.
As she spoke Mastor entered the room, sent by his master. Yesterday had he not heard from the overseer of the pavement-workers the comforting tidings that after our grief and suffering here on earth there would be another, beautiful, blissful and eternal life?
But Mastor paid no heed to these words spoken in a high pitch; he took the tailor's hand and led him out, whispering to him: "Come with me if you wish to escape an evil hour." The two men went off and Keraunus did not detain the artisan, for it occurred to his mind that his presence did him small credit.
Not a word of this discourse had escaped Mastor, and the often repeated verse, "Come unto me all ye that labor," dwelt in his mind like the invitation of a hospitable friend bidding him to happy days of freedom and enjoyment.
This was the first time that Mastor had heard from their own lips what they believed and hoped, and now, while fulfilling his duties he could hardly bear the delay before he could once more seek out the old pavement-worker, to enquire of him, and to have the hopes confirmed which his words had aroused in his soul.
After he had assured himself that she still breathed, and that her lips moved, he called to Mastor: "Argus seems only to have pulled her down, not to have wounded her; she has lost consciousness however. Go quickly into my room and bring me the blue phial out of my medicine-case and a cup of water." The slave whistled to the hound and obeyed the order as quickly as possible.
Their father is gone, quite gone, but we will never, never forget him." "Are there any angels with red wings?" asked the youngest little girl. "Oh! I want to be an angel!" cried Helios, clapping his hands. "And can the angels see?" "Yes, dear little man," replied Mastor, "and their eyes are wonderfully bright, and all they look upon is beautiful."
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