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"What art thou doing here, lazybones? Get thou to thy kennel, wherever it may be, dog of a Christian, and do not dare to show thy face here again." "Dog of a Christian!" murmured Lucius, scrambling to his feet. "How did you know?" Alyrus caught the words. "How did I know? When a creature such as thou singest thy wicked songs in broad daylight, he must expect to be heard.
Between him and the dark Moor who walked near him, there was the difference between light and darkness. It was not a difference in physical beauty, altogether, although Alyrus bore not only the disfiguring scar on his face, but smallpox scars, he was not altogether unpleasing in appearance. The difference lay chiefly in the expression of eyes and mouth.
Alyrus had come into his reward. He was free, and Sahira his daughter was free, a purse of gold was in his hand and a ship lay waiting in the harbor, to carry them away to their home by the desert. Alyrus was not ready to go, yet. He wanted first to see all the amusement which there would be in Rome. He could not miss the climax of what he had intrigued for.
Alyrus, wild with gratified hatred, his face as evil as that of a demon, leaned far over that he might lose nothing of the pitiful drama about to be enacted in the arena. The Christians came forward slowly, the women clinging together in their physical weakness, though their souls were strong in the strength of their faith. There was Octavia, leading Hermione and Virgilia.
Why not his son, also?" The portico, surmounted by a marvelous relief in marble, a copy of an allegorical representation of jurisprudence, brought from Greece, was in front of the slave and the priest. The lawyer and Martius had already vanished in the cool shadows of the interior. For one moment, Alyrus hesitated. It was an awful thing for a slave to betray his master's son.
I knew that you were some distinguished person, from your bearing and dress." When Alyrus smiled, he was uglier than ever. "A brute!" muttered Lycias, under his breath. Then aloud: "Are you on some mission to the Emperor?" "Ahem. Not so. But very high in the secrets of the chief priest of Jupiter." "One might call him the power behind the throne." "Thou hast said truly."
I understand that you are first on the program." "Yes. I had thought of asking such a privilege as a visit to these prisoners. By the way, where is the daughter of Aurelius?" Alyrus shot a keen glance at him, but the face of Lycias was guileless as that of a child. "She is well guarded.
Hastily, the two ladies passed into the dark corridors of the court, and were soon admitted to the private office of Aurelius Lucanus. Two attendants, who had walked behind the chair all the way from the Villa to guard their mistress and her daughter, waited in the ante-chamber with Alyrus, whose duty it was to remain here until the lawyer's day of work was over.
Sahira cast angry looks at Virgilia's fair head, bending over her embroidery while she talked cheerfully to her mother. The slave went away and cried, for she was of a deep, passionate nature, loving few and ready to lay down her life for those whom she adored. Alyrus, her father, found her crying one night in her tiny room in the section of the house assigned to the servants.
It was a long, hard walk to the marble wharf where the ship lay on which Alyrus and his daughter were soon to set sail, as Lycias well knew. His great fear was lest the Moor might have decided to go earlier and not wait for the conclusion of the games. Suppose they arrived at the wharf and found the ship gone? What should they do? Lycias' brain studied this problem.
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