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And what if God grant that it be not so! she had only a name to live, and were dead, worse than dead, in sinful pleasure 'We would save her, or die trying to save her! Is it not enough for me that she is my sister? Arsenius shook his head. He little knew the strange new light and warmth which his words had poured in upon the young heart beside him.
A certain Meletian Bishop called Arsenius, whom Athanasius had deposed for refusing to obey the decrees of the Council of Nicea, was induced to hide himself away in the desert. The Meletians then gave out that he had been murdered by order of the Patriarch, who kept his withered hand for purposes of magic. A wooden box was even produced containing a hand which was said to be that of the dead man.
Arsenius shook his head. 'Be it so. But my case is different. I have yet more to confess, my friend. Day by day I am more and more haunted by the remembrance of that world from which I fled. I know that if I returned I should feel no pleasure in those pomps, which, even while I battened on them, I despised.
'Well, and what if you are a slave? 'Am I one, then? Am I? 'Of course you are. Arsenius spoke truth. I saw him buy you at Ravenna, just fifteen years ago. I bought your sister at the same time. She is two-and-twenty now. You were four years younger than her, I should say. 'Oh heavens! and you know my sister still! Is she Pelagia?
The young emperor, whose chastity had been strictly guarded by the pious care of his tutor Arsenius, eagerly listened to the artful and flattering descriptions of the charms of Eudoxia: he gazed with impatient ardor on her picture, and he understood the necessity of concealing his amorous designs from the knowledge of a minister who was so deeply interested to oppose the consummation of his happiness.
'That you are by law the slave of Arsenius, lawfully bought with his money in the city of Ravenna; and that he has the power, and, as I trust, for the sake of your salvation, the will also, to compel you to accompany him. Philammon recoiled across the pavement, with eyes flashing defiance. A slave! The light of heaven grew black to him.... Oh, that Hypatia might never know his shame!
But little did Miriam think that at the same moment a brawny, clownish monk was standing in Cyril's private chamber, and, indulged with the special honour of a cup of good wine in the patriarch's very presence, was telling to him and Arsenius the following history
'Take care how you show off, gentlemen: the Goths are not yet out of hearing! answered Philammon, who was learning fast how to give a smart answer; and then, fearing the temper of the young dandies, and shrinking from the notion of any insult to one so reverend and so beloved as Arsenius, he drew the old man gently away, and walked up the street with him in silence, dreading what was coming.
If you will not let me live as a philosopher, you shall see me die like one! 'Seize the fellow, my brethren! cried Peter, while Arsenius, utterly unable to restrain either party, hid his face and wept. 'Wretches! cried the boy; 'you shall never take me alive, while I have teeth or nails left. Treat me as a brute beast, and I will defend myself as such! 'Out of the way there, rascals!
Tell her that is, if she be in Alexandria, which God grant all that has passed between us here, and tell her, on the solemn oath of a Christian, that Arsenius, whose name she knows well, will neither injure nor betray her. Will you do this? 'Arsenius? said the little porter, with a look of mingled awe and pity. The old man smiled. 'Arsenius, who was once called the Father of the Emperors.
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