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To-morrow our doors open to stay open. To-day I have one further service for you. To your horses and ride with me to the gate of Blacherne. We may meet the Emperor." They answered him shouting: "Live the Emperor!" "Yes," cried Demedes, when the cheering was over, "by this time he should be tired of the priests; and what is that but the change of heart needful to an Epicurean?"
Now, if the reader pleases, Demedes was too liberally endowed with the faculty, trait or sense of which we have just spoken to permit the sedan to be broken; such an accident would have been very inconvenient at the critical moment succeeding the exchange of chairs.
A man appeared on the cornice above the Gate the Grate on the interior having a face resembling a very tall but shallow portico resting on slender pillars and commenced lowering himself as if he meant to descend. The danger of the attempt drew all eyes to him. Demedes looked up, and hastily rode through the column toward the spot where the adventurer must alight.
Suddenly he was struck with the impolicy of presenting himself to the cistern-keeper in his present costume it would be such a help to identification by Demedes. So he continued on to the monastery, and resumed the black gown and tall hat. The Hegumen's door, which he had to pass in going out again, served him with another admonition.
She arose a volume of joy gathered in her heart ready to burst into expression when the door was pushed open, and Demedes entered. We know the figure he thus introduced to her. With averted face he reinserted the key in the lock.
Elsewhere we have heard of a Palace of Love lying as yet in the high intent of Mahommed; here we have a Palace of Pleasure illustrative of Epicureanism according to Demedes. The expense and care required to make it an actuality beget the inference that the float, rough outside, splendid within, was not for Lael alone.
Demedes asked. "Yes." "You believe her the daughter of the Prince of India?" "Yes." "Then you do not know her." The Greek laughed insolently. "The best of us, and the oldest can be at times as much obliged by information as by a present of bezants. The Academy sends you its compliments.
Yesterday the parabaloni came to blows over a body they were out burying, and in the struggle the bier was knocked down, and the dead spilled out. The Greeks, being the most numerous, captured the labarum of the Latins, and washed it in the mud; yet the monogram on it was identical with that on their own. Still I suppose there was a difference." Demedes laughed.
Or is thy audacity a blasphemous trial of the endurance of forgiveness?".... Exit Demedes, enter Lael.... "The child she is a child! By such proof as there is in innocence, and in the loveliness of blushing cheeks, and eyes which answer the Heavenly light they let in by light as Heavenly let out, she is a child! What does evil see in her to set it hungering after her?
Having filled a flagon with water, Sergius was offering it to him, when the door opened without knock, or other warning, and Demedes entered. Moving silently to his father, he stooped, and kissed his hand with an unction which brought a smile to the sunken face. "God's benison on you, my boy.
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