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Updated: May 12, 2025
I?" the old man cried, in his shrillest tone, while lip and beard curled with ire, and on his forehead and neck the veins swelled and beat as they would burst. "Yet a moment, sheik," said Ben-Hur, with a deprecatory gesture. "Such is Messala's opinion of you. Hear his threat." And he read on "'under the tent of the traitor Sheik Ilderim, who cannot long escape our strong hand.
The corpse in the atrium was taken up and buried by night; and, as part of Messala's plan, a courier was sent off to Gratus to make him at rest by the announcement of Ben-Hur's death this time past question. "Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate? Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold."
I could not get near Messala's chariot myself, but I had another measure it; and, from his report, its hub stands quite a palm higher from the ground than yours." "A palm! So much?" cried Ben-Hur, joyfully. Then he leaned over to Malluch.
They had not seen the cunning touch of the reins by which, turning a little to the left, he caught Messala's wheel with the iron-shod point of his axle, and crushed it; but they had seen the transformation of the man, and themselves felt the heat and glow of his spirit, the heroic resolution, the maddening energy of action with which, by look, word, and gesture, he so suddenly inspired his Arabs.
In a corner, at ease on the divan, Messala himself may be seen. Around him, sitting or standing, are his courtierly admirers, plying him with questions. There is, of course, but one topic. Enter Drusus and Cecilius. "Ah!" cries the young prince, throwing himself on the divan at Messala's feet, "Ah, by Bacchus, I am tired!" "Whither away?" asks Messala.
"The very thing I seek, Malluch." "I see, I see." "Ay, Malluch; would you serve me perfectly, help me to fix the public eye upon our race Messala's and mine." Malluch spoke quickly "It can be done." "Then let it be done," said Ben-Hur. "Enormous wagers offered will answer; if the offers are accepted, all the better." Malluch turned his eyes watchfully upon Ben-Hur.
Wherefore it is not speaking too strongly to say that Messala's progress down to the last pause was exquisite torture to his hearer; at that point the latter said, with a forced smile, "There are a few, I have heard, who can afford to make a jest of their future; you convince me, O my Messala, that I am not one of them."
"By the splendor of God! the East shall decide whether the race was fairly won." "Nay, good sheik," said Malluch, "the editor has paid the money." "'Tis well." "When they said Ben-Hur struck Messala's wheel, the editor laughed, and reminded them of the blow the Arabs had at the turn of the goal." "And what of the Athenian?" "He is dead." "Dead!" cried Ben-Hur. "Dead!" echoed Ilderim.
"Nay, Malluch," said Ben-Hur, "a Roman will wager only in his Roman coin. Suppose you find your friend to-night, and place to his order sestertii in such amount as you choose. And look you, Malluch let him be instructed to seek wagers with Messala and his supporters; Ilderim's four against Messala's." Malluch reflected a moment. "The effect will be to centre interest upon your contest."
To pass him, Ben-Hur had to cross the track, and good strategy required the movement to be in a forward direction; that is, on a like circle limited to the least possible increase. The thousands on the benches understood it all: they saw the signal given the magnificent response; the four close outside Messala's outer wheel; Ben-Hur's inner wheel behind the other's car all this they saw.
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