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Updated: June 12, 2025
The gods themselves would have placed a poisoned dagger in the hand of him who had been so ruthlessly exposed to a most horrible death. And as Taurus Antinor's massive figure was seen to mount the steps, the audience broke into cheers. "Hail Taurus Antinor! the god of valour and of strength!" Whilst more ominous than before came that other cry: "Death to the tyrant! Death to the Cæsar! Death!"
The house in Rome and the villa at Ostia are to be sold, whilst the remainder of Taurus Antinor's private fortune is to be administered by his general agents. He said that he would see to it later on. I am still his slave; he did not confide in me." "Yet he asked thee to look after his household." "It will take a little time until the manumissio testamento can take effect.
A few drops of the wine from the goblet had fallen on Taurus Antinor's tunic, and from the parched throat of young Hortensius there rose a hoarse and immoderate laugh and a string of violent oaths. But even before these had fully escaped his lips he saw the praefect's dark face quite close to his own, and felt a grip as of a double vice of steel fastening on both his shoulders.
And slowly the man beside him repeated the most exquisite words that have ever been spoken to a troubled soul. "Come unto Me all ye that travail and are heavy laden and I will refresh you." Taurus Antinor's head fell upon his breast. He closed his eyes, for not even his friend should see that they were wet with tears.
Who was this god? and what had he done that his power over Taurus Antinor's heart was greater than her own? Yesterday she had cursed him loudly and called him cruel and unjust, four days ago she had defied him and now he had conquered. Taurus Antinor had obeyed him and she who loved him and whom he loved was left desolate. For this she never doubted: he loved her, that she knew.
In matters of sentiment they were not cruel and they held family ties in great esteem; both these factors went far towards causing any would-be purchaser to obey Taurus Antinor's commands and to retire at once from the bidding. As for Menecreta, it seemed to her as if the heavens had opened before her delighted gaze.
Taurus Antinor's breath came in short, stertorous gasps, his throat was parched and his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. The slope of the hill is precipitous here, and the house nigh to the summit seemed to recede farther and farther with devilish malignity. And the sense of silence and of solitude became more absolute, a fitting attendant on memory.
And whilst in weakness he groaned with the pathos of it all, yet did his heart thrill with strange exultation, and from that Cross even when all was silent there rang in his ear the last words of perfect fulfilment of a perfect sacrifice: "It is finished!" And even as the words rang once again in Taurus Antinor's ears, the awful darkness of that momentous hour fell upon the dream-hill far away.
Taurus Antinor's eyes were fixed into vacancy, and she trembled because she could not see that which he saw. Was he looking on that very vision which he had conjured up, a cross, broken and tempest-tossed, a symbol of that power which to him was mightier than the Empire of Rome, mightier than the kingdom of her love?
The people were the masters of Rome, and they had chosen their Cæsar in the hero whom they had already deified. Taurus Antinor's gaze swept over the vista that lay stretched out before him: it pictured the entire political situation of the world-city. With treachery lurking on the hill and a determined mob in the valley, the murder of the Cæsar was but a question of hours. And after that?
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