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Updated: June 3, 2025
The neck on which Sahira had hung a splendid cord of sapphires from Persia, linked together with milky pearls from India, was thin and haggard. Her skin, fair and beautiful on that day when she sat so proudly by her husband and daughter in the Circus, watching the gladiatorial contest, was yellow and drawn. The jewels were a mockery in the shadow of threatened death.
The emperor smiles upon him; a lady has thrown him a jewel. He bows. He is gone. How proud he must be!" "And now, they will come! See, yonder, Sahira, that group of white- robed men and women. Ha! hear the wild beasts, how they growl in their cages, pawing the bars, pleading to be let loose."
Sahira, the slave, walked like a queen and was so proud that she would not mingle with the other servants. Her father, Alyrus, chief of hundreds in the desert-land of his own country, was but a door-keeper in the house of Aurelius Lucanus, and he was, very bitter in spirit. "Your mother has need of you," said Sahira, in her velvet voice. "I think that the Lady Claudia is very ill."
Ah! that Lycias is a king among men! how strong! how noble!" A shade passed over the face of Alyrus the Moor. "Yes. A fine youth, yet I wish that I had not lost that bronze lizard, Sahira. It bodes misfortune. Rome is not a safe place for us, in spite of the favor of Lycidon. We must go as soon as the games are over. Could it be possible that Lycias " "Look, father, see Lycias, the conqueror.
The old, proud Claudia seemed to have disappeared and in her place was a feeble woman, with trembling hands, whose glance followed every move her daughter made, who seemed to be happy only when Virgilia was near. She ignored the ministrations of the slave Sahira, whose heart warmed to only one person except her father, and that was her beautiful mistress.
To her, Lidia poured out the news brought her by Lucius, adding to these some things that her father did not know, which bore light upon the designs of Alyrus and his daughter, Sahira. The Old One listened, quietly. Then she laid her withered hand on Lidia's head, very gently. "Lie down and sleep, my child, and be at peace. The Lord is with thee. What the future holds we fear not."
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