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Young Odorik had been a far more ardent convert; and, after the fashion of many a believer, had taken up the distinctions of sect rather than of religion, and, zealous in the faith he knew, had thought it incumbent on him to insult the Catholics where they seemed to him idolatrous. A message on the road informed the travellers that they would find Odorik at the villa.
It is well. I marvelled how my Odorik should have fallen by the soft Roman hand of yonder stripling; but thou art a worthy foe. What made the priestling thrust himself between me and my prey?" "His generous love," returned Verronax, as Lucius flung himself on his neck, crying "O my Verronax, why hast thou come? The bitterness of death was past! The gates were opening."
Therefore did I withhold these comrades of Odorik from rushing on thee in their fury; but none the less art thou in feud with Odo, the father of Odorik, who will require of thee either thy blood or the wehrgeld." "Wehrgeld I have none to pay," returned Verronax, in the same calm voice. "I have sworn!" said AEmilius in a clear low voice, steady but full of suppressed anguish.
Meinhard likewise made gestures to hush them, and they ceased, while the Senator, greeting Meinhard and inviting him to share his seat of authority, demanded what they asked. "Right!" was their cry. "Right on the slayer of Odorik, the son of Odo, of the lineage of Odin, our guest, and of the King's trust." "Right shall ye have, O Goths," returned AEmilius. "A Roman never flinches from justice.
He did full justice to the courage and friendship of the youths, and likewise to the fact that Odorik had provoked the quarrel, and had been slain in fair fight; but the choice lay with the father, and perhaps in his heart the politic Visigoth could not regret that Arvernia should lose a champion sure to stand up for Roman or national claims. Odo listened in silence, leaning on his axe.
"What matters it? Let us make an end as quickly as may be!" He had scarcely spoken when shouts were heard, the throng made way, the circle of lites opened, as, waving an olive branch, a wearied, exhausted rider and horse appeared, and staggering to the foot of the throne, there went down entirely spent, the words being just audible, "He lives! Odorik lives!"
Afterwards a morning meal was served for Verronax and for the elder AEmilius, who intended to accompany him on his sad journey to Bordigala, where the King and the father of Odorik were known to be at the time.
"Are we friends?" said Odorik, turning to Verronax, when his father released him. "That is as thou wiliest," returned the Arvernian gravely. "Know then," said Odorik, "that I know that I erred. I knew not thy Lord when I mocked thine honour to Him. Father, we had but half learnt the Christian's God. I have seen it now.
It was Marcus AEmilius, covered with dust, and at first unable to utter another word, as he sat on the ground, supported by his brother, while his father made haste to administer the wine handed to him by an attendant. "Am I in time?" he asked. "In time, my son," replied his father, repeating his announcement in Gothic. "Odorik lives!" "He lives, he will live," repeated Marcus, reviving.
Bishop Sidonius had brought his science and sagacity to the rescue, and under his treatment Odorik had been restored to his senses, and was on the fair way to recovery.
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