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Updated: June 1, 2025
At sunrise he must appear before the Emperor as cheerful as usual, and yet he felt as if he must himself perish miserably as his happiness had done. His heart was bursting with anguish, still he neither groaned nor stirred. The night had been almost as sleepless to Keraunus' daughter Selene as it had been to the hapless slave.
After he had waited for some time, still with tears in his eyes, Mastor came into the passage with the remains of his master's breakfast. The negro called to him and held out the steward's letter, stammering out lamentably: "From Keraunus, for you master." "Lay it here on the tray," said the Sarmatian. "But what has happened to you, my old friend? you are wailing most pitifully and look miserable.
One piece after another passed through the dealer's slender fingers, or was placed before him that be might contemplate it; but the man spoke not, and only shook his head as he examined every fresh object. And when Keraunus told him whence this or that specimen of his treasures had been obtained, he only murmured "Indeed" or "Really," "Do you think so?"
"You are drunk," cried Keraunus; nor was he mistaken, for when the old woman had waked up, sitting by the house of Pudeus, and had learned from the gate keeper that Arsinoe had quitted the garden, she had gone into a tavern with other slave-women. When her master seized her arm and shook her, she exclaimed with a stupid grin on her wet lips: "It is the feast-day.
"I beg you not to add insult to the injury, we have suffered by your fault. A father whose daughter has been knocked down and hurt " "Then, Argus actually bit her?" cried Antinous, horrified. "No," Keraunus replied. "But as she fell her head and foot have been injured, and she is suffering much pain."
"Thrown down! by whom?" asked the steward, slowly rising. "By the architect's big dog the architect who came last night from Rome, and to whom we gave that meat and salt in the middle of the night. He slept here, at Lochias." "And he set his clog on my child!" shouted Keraunus, with an angry glare. "The hound was alone in the passage when I went there." "Did it bite you?"
He could direct his first attention to the external appearance of the new member of his household, if he were a scholar as well, he would feel justified in the high price he expected to be obliged to pay for him. As Keraunus approached the slave-market he said, not without some conscious emotion at his own paternal devotion: "All for the credit of the house, all, and only, for the children."
But Mastor paid no heed to these words spoken in a high pitch; he took the tailor's hand and led him out, whispering to him: "Come with me if you wish to escape an evil hour." The two men went off and Keraunus did not detain the artisan, for it occurred to his mind that his presence did him small credit.
The mosaic pavement which had indirectly caused the death of Keraunus, was now on its way to Rome, and the new steward had not thought it worth while to fill up the empty, dusty, broken-up place which had been left in the floor of his room by the removal of the work of art, nor even to cover it over with mats.
When Keraunus came back, he gazed with justifiable pride at his beautiful child; he was immensely pleased, and even chuckled softly to himself as he laid out the gold pieces which were brought to him by the curiosity-dealer's servant, and set them in a row and counted them. While he was thus occupied, Arsinoe went up to him and asked laughing: "Hiram has not cheated me then?"
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