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"You can do much, my lady," replied Agias, kindly taking her by the hand, and with gentle pressure forcing her to sit on the divan. "You can do what neither I, nor Pisander, nor any one else can accomplish. You can make Lucius Ahenobarbus betray his own plot. You, and you only, can penetrate the final plans of the conspirators. Therefore be strong, and do not despair."
I have ever so many things to attend to; and you must be a good, brave girl, and wait until I come back." Blessed dear. "St!" broke in Sesostris, "there's a step on the stairs. Pratinas is coming!" "Hide me!" cried Agias, as the approaching feet grew nearer. There was no time to take refuge in one of the farther rooms.
First of all, Agias had made one day a discovery in the city which it was exceeding well for Artemisia was not postponed for a later occasion. Pratinas was in Alexandria. The young Greek had not been recognized when, as chance meetings will occur, he came across his one-time antagonist face to face on the street. He had no fears for himself. But Artemisia was no longer safe in the city.
Without waiting for the host to continue, he hastened over to the farther table, and exclaimed with all the effrontery at his command: "Hem! Phaon; don't you remember an old friend?" The freedman for once was completely off his guard. He started up, stared at Agias, and began to mutter excuses for a very short memory. "Well, well," cried Agias. "You have a poor recollection of faces!
Tell me when your uncle is away, and when I may come and see you again." "He's away nearly all the time," said Artemisia, very incautiously. "But who are you? Why do you want to come and see me?" "Why do I want to look at a flower? Why do I want to hear the nightingale sing? Why do I like a cup of good wine?" laughed Agias.
"Do you mock at me, you 'three letter man'?" retorted Agias in grim despair, referring cuttingly to FVR branded on Alfidius's forehead. Thief. Branding was a common punishment for slaves. "So you sing, my pretty bird," laughed the executioner. "I think you will croak sorrowfully enough before long.
He may be rather late in arriving, drives he ever so hard." "Hercules!" cried the agitated messenger. "My horse is blown, and I don't know the road in the dark. Send, I pray you by all the gods to Lanuvium this instant." "Aye," drawled the porter, "And wherefore at such an hour?" "It's for life and death!" expostulated Agias.
Agias, who was living with Cleomenes, nominally for the purpose of learning the latter's business, preparatory to becoming a partner on capital to come from his predatory cousin, as a matter of fact spent a great part of his time at the palace also, dancing attendance upon his Roman friends.
Perhaps you have heard how the plots of the conspirators against my dear friend and financial client Quintus Drusus have been frustrated, thanks, next to the god, to the wit and dexterity of Agias, who has been of late your slave.
The sound of his freedman's cries drove the Roman to action. Twice the waves lifted him, and he saw nothing; but at the third time he lit on two forms clinging to a bit of wreckage, and yet struggling together. A few powerful strokes sent him beside them, and, to his unutterable astonishment, he beheld in the person who was battling with Agias for possession of the float none other than Pratinas.
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