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Hadrian folded his arms, stepped quite close up to Pollux, and said: "Gently, fellow, if you value your life." Pollux stepped back before the imposing personage that stood before him, and, as it were scales, fell from his eyes. The marble statue of the Emperor in the Caesareum represented the sovereign in this same attitude. The architect, Claudius Venator, was none other than Hadrian.
The slave's bent knees began to quake, and holding out his broad palm to the grey-bearded gentleman, who seemed to him hardly less alarming than the dog, he began to stammer out in fearfully- mutilated Greek the speech which his master had repeated to him several times, and which set forth that he had come "into the presence of the architect, Claudius Venator, of Rome, to announce the visit of his master, a member of the town-council, a Macedonian, and a Roman citizen, Keraunus, the son of Ptolemy, steward of the once royal but now imperial palace at Lochias."
"Here at Lochias for the last week we have quite forgotten to distinguish day from night, and a blessing can never come too late." "I have brought with me to-day an illustrious guest," said Titianus. "The great Roman architect Claudius Venator. He only disembarked a few minutes since." "Then a draught of wine will do him good.
"Am I standing before the new visitor to Lochias, the architect Claudius Venator of Rome?" "You are standing " replied the Emperor, with a roguish side glance at Antinous. "You have met with a friendly reception to this palace. Like my fathers, who have enjoyed the stewardship of it for centuries, I know how to exercise the sacred duties of hospitality."
How would it trouble thy spirit, venerable venator, to separate, in such an untimely manner, from your faithful hound?" "The animal shall not die," said the old man, suddenly clearing his throat, in a manner that proved he felt the force of the appeal; "but his voice must be smothered. Bind his jaws with the halter, and then I think we may trust the rest to Providence."
"Venerable venator, or hunter, or trapper," said the disconsolate Obed, "I rejoice greatly in meeting thee again.
"Venerable venator," resumed the naturalist, clearing his throat, like one who was much in earnest, "let us discuss understandingly and in amity. You speak of the dross of ignorance, whereas my memory dwells on those precious jewels, which it was my happy fortune, formerly, to witness, among the treasured glories of the Old World."
And as the colonel retired that night he said, musingly: "Another angle, and another tangle. I must read a little Izaak Walton to compose my mind." So he opened the little green book and read this observation from the Venator: "And as for the dogs that we use, who can commend their excellency to that height which they deserve?
Hadrian folded his arms, stepped quite close up to Pollux, and said: "Gently, fellow, if you value your life." Pollux stepped back before the imposing personage that stood before him, and, as it were scales, fell from his eyes. The marble statue of the Emperor in the Caesareum represented the sovereign in this same attitude. The architect, Claudius Venator, was none other than Hadrian.
No sooner was he alone than a new idea occurred to him. The insolent architect should be taught that he was not the man to be insulted and injured with impunity. So he cut a clean strip of papyrus off a letter that lay in his chest, and wrote upon it the following words: "Keraunus, the Macedonian, to Claudius Venator, the architect, of Rome:"
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