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Updated: June 1, 2025
To leave well alone is a golden rule worth all in Pythagoras. The ladies of Bubastis, my dear, a place in Egypt where the cat was worshipped, always kept rigidly aloof from the gentlemen in Athribis, who adored the shrew-mice. Cats are domestic animals, your shrew-mice are sad gadabouts: you can't find a better model, any Kitty, than the ladies of Bubastis!"
The slave of the threshold, like Athribis, hated Christians. There was a secret agreement between the two men that if Athribis ever should gain any reward for betraying Heraklas to the authorities, the reward should be evenly divided. Half should belong to the slave of the threshold, in consideration of his having been apparently asleep at times when Athribis went out without permission.
But the ship saileth not for two days yet, and now, the men on board make merry. Hearest thou not their voices?" A slave passed so near as almost to brush the speaker's apparel, yet the man paid no heed. But Athribis had heard. For what else but to hear had he this morning stolen down to the docks?
It descended upon the heap at his feet. Had he dared, he would have cried aloud in his disappointment. But it was not his voice that pierced the night. Some one had seen him! "A robber!" cried a woman's tones. "A thief! On the roof!" Athribis leaped to his feet. He caught the papyri. Alas, alas! they were not rolled, now!
"Thou didst put it into her heart to save me!" whispered Timokles with a reverent look at the sky. He knew that as soon as his escape should be discovered there would be instant pursuit, therefore he sought to travel as swiftly as possible. Athribis the slave bent lower lower yet. What was this that he saw? He was on the roof of the house in Alexandria.
Athribis crept to a far part of the roof. The wind blew somewhat, but it did not cool the fever of excitement felt by him. Within a moment he might be rich! He might find gold in these scrolls! He drew out the scrolls. Surely there was something firm inside this one! He felt something! He narrowly scanned the Christians' papyrus, as he hastily unrolled it.
"Surely she hath not known what I did!" he gasped as the stately figure disappeared among the columns. "Isis preserveth me from stripes! My feet are unbeaten!" Athribis waited till night, when the household slept. Then he crept out of the little chamber on the roof where the slaves were wont to sleep, according to the custom of Egyptian households. A dim thread of a moon floated toward the west.
Thenceforward, unspoken, yet felt as surely as though expressed, there existed in Heraklas' mind a constant suspicion of Athribis. Heraklas carried the papyrus roll with him, day and night. Well did he know the danger, but he said to himself that he would not be dictated to by a servant. That was the ostensible reason he gave himself for not immediately burning the roll.
However, there was no choice, and she succeeded in proving that she had never quitted Memphis nor the house of Rufinus at the time when the Arab warriors met their death between Athribis and Doomiat.
With this the slave plunged into a company of house-breakers, and with them boldly attacked the dwelling of a Christian. It was easily taken, and Athribis rushed with the company into the interior. Stools and couches were wrenched to pieces, cushions were torn, tables were overthrown. "Woe to the Christians of Alexandria!" fiercely muttered one man. "We will root them from our city!
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