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They were within a few yards of the gate, when hurried footsteps behind them, and voices calling them by name, made them turn; and behold, evidently to the disgust of Arsenius as much as Philammon himself, Peter the Reader and a large party of monks! Philammon's first impulse was to escape; Arsenius himself caught him by the arm, and seemed inclined to hurry on.
Why, Wulf, cried he, as he burst out into the court, 'here's our monk again! By Odin, you're welcome, my handsome boy! come along and fight too, young fellow; what were those arms given you for? 'He is my man, said Wulf, laying his hand on Philammon's shoulder, 'and blood he shall taste. And out the three hurried, Philammon, in his present reckless mood, ready for anything. 'Bring your whips.
Philammon swallowed certain scruples about becoming the guest of a heathen, seeing that otherwise there seemed no chance of having anything else to swallow; and after a refreshing plunge in the sea, followed the hospitable little fellow to Hypatia's door, where he dropped his daily load of fruit, and then into a narrow by-street, to the ground-floor of a huge block of lodgings with a common staircase, swarming with children, cats, and chickens; and was ushered by his host into a little room, where the savoury smell of broiling fish revived Philammon's heart.
But an obstacle intervened before he could do so. A large and splendid barge had drawn up close to the platform, and shouts were heard from the tribune and from the mob which had till now looked on in breathless suspense and profound silence: "Susannah's barge!" "Look at the Nile, look at the river!" "It is the water-wagtail Philammon's rich heiress!" "A pretty sight!"
Her lips were opened to speak: but the words that should have come from them reached God's ear alone; for in an instant Peter struck her down, the dark mass closed over her again.... and then wail on wail, long, wild, ear-piercing, rang along the vaulted roofs, and thrilled like the trumpet of avenging angels through Philammon's ears.
At last she looked up, and spoke in a shrill, harsh voice. 'Well, my fair boy, and what do you want with the poor old proscribed Jewess? Have you coveted yet any of the pretty things which she has had the wit to make her slave-demons save from the Christian robbers? Philammon's tale was soon told. The old woman listened, watching him intently with her burning eye; and then answered slowly
There is one of the pillars of the church-the richest and most pious lady in Alexandria. And forth stepped a figure, at which Philammon's eyes opened wider than they had done even at the sight of Pelagia.
'Or in the lion's, said Philammon, trying in his shame to make a fine speech. 'Like the Ass in the Fable. Farewell! Stand out of the way, friends! 'Ware teeth and poison! And he disappeared among the crowd, who made way respectfully enough for his dagger and his brindled companion. Philammon's heart smote him all that day, whenever he thought of his morning's work.
It seemed that Orestes, the Roman governor of the city, although nominally a Christian, was the curse of the Alexandrian Church; and Orestes visited Hypatia, whose lectures on heathen philosophy drew all the educated youth of the place. Philammon's heart burned to distinguish himself at once. There were no idols now to break, but there was philosophy.
Arsenius was too wise not to see well enough what all this flippancy meant; and too wise, also, not to know that Philammon's version was probably quite as near the truth as Peter's and Cyril's; but for reasons of his own, merely replied by an affectionate look, and a compliment to Philammon's growth. And yet you seem thin and pale, my boy. 'Study, said Philammon, 'study.
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