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Softly, silently, they departed, their hearts lifted to that peace none may understand. Gently, gently, Vergilius took the hand of him who had been his enemy. They had forgotten their bitterness and the touch of awe had made them kin. "All debts are paid, my brother," said Vergilius. "I forgive you." He struck his sword deep in the earth. "Henceforth it shall be for a ploughshare," he added.
I, Herod, surnamed the Great, king of Judea, conqueror of hosts, builder of cities, bare my head before you!" He removed his jewelled crown; he drew off his purple tarboosh, and bowed before the young tribune. Tenderly Vergilius replaced them on the gray head. "O king," said he, bowing low, "you do me great honor." Herod closed his eyes and muttered feebly.
"But our great father Augustus who can doubt that he deserves our worship?" said the philosopher, a subtle irony in his voice. It was this learned man who had long been the instructor of Vergilius. "Who, indeed?" was the remark of another. "But these gods!" "At least they are not likely to cut off one's head," said Aulus. "Speak not lightly of the gods," said Vergilius.
Three friends may go with each, and you and I will draw swords in the fire-light." "I shall meet you there," said Manius. Vergilius, putting away his weapon, turned quickly, and, without speaking, left the traitor's palace with firm faith in the one God that he was ever on the side of the just who humbly sought his favor.
"But they are not yet married," the other answered, malevolently. "Vergilius! Bah! He is the son of a praetor and I am the son of a king. Curse the old fox! He never spoke to me after greetings, and once when I glanced up at him I thought his keen eyes were looking through me. "Those eyes! Jupiter!" said Gracus, "they drop a plummet into one."
Said David, his voice trembling: "They are like many who have gone abroad with that ancient hope in them." The horsemen now stood, breathing low as they listened. Vergilius was full of wonder, thinking of the awe which had fallen upon him and the others. He tried to throw it off. "We waste time," said he, starting his charger. "Come, good men, we have work to do."
As he answered, the voice of Vergilius had a note of longing and beloved memories: "Yes, for the day is come when I return to the city of Caesar. Nothing shall separate me longer from my beloved. But come, let us seek Appius at the beacon-fire." On all sides the great shadow was now thick-sown with stars. The group of horsemen, with colors flying, rode swiftly down the broad way to Jerusalem.
The prince's threat and the words of Caesar had checked his feet with caution. He forbade Cyran to tell any one of the presence of Arria. "And where is my friend?" Vergilius demanded. "He waits on the ship to hear from you whether it be safe to come. It seems Antipater has threatened him." "Tell Cyran I would have her come to me.
"It enters my thought to say to you," said the emperor, aside, as he put his hand upon the shoulder of Vergilius, "keep the number one in your mind, so that by-and-by you can tell me what you make of it." Slaves had covered the table with fish and fowl in dishes of unwrought silver. The guests reclined upon three great divans set around as many sides of the table.
Within the hour, Antipater, son of Herod the Great, was dragged to that strong chamber in a remote end of the vast home of Herod whence were to come cries for mercy by night such as he had often heard from his own victims. Now in Vergilius and in many of that time the human heart had dropped its plummet into new depths of feeling, the human mind had made a reach for nobler principles.
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