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Then, timidly, urged by their comrades' jeers, the two wranglers whom I invited brought me a saddle and bridle and I bitted him and held him while they saddled. Then I rode him. Afterwards, with much misgiving, but shamed into boldness, the chief horse-wrangler mounted him and rode him. Selinus was tamed! "Felix," said the Villicus, "you are too valuable to set to herding cattle.
I agreed to go with the procurator and thanked the Villicus for his solicitude for me, for his good offices and for his advice. He said that it would be best that he should not know what name I meant to adopt.
The very first human being I encountered was the Villicus himself. "Hullo, Felix," he said. "I've been looking for you. We need you. Septima says she hasn't seen you since early yesterday. Where have you been all night?" "Up a tree," I replied.
The colt- wrangler picked it up. We were on a crossroad, some distance from the highway, in the woods. The wagon and cage were surrounded by almost a score of the slaves of the estate, with nearly as many more helpers; farm-slaves, farmers, teamsters, beast-warders, yokels and stragglers; the Villicus was near. "Napsus," he said to the colt-wrangler, "kill him with his own dagger!"
"What's all this?" he queried. "Felix here," he was answered, "is a sort of wizard. He can gentle these cows, he can milk them, and he has been showing off how one will let him carry her calf and yet not get excited." "Can you do as well with bulls, too?" the Villicus enquired. "I think so," I replied. I had put down the calf and climbed out of the cow-pen. "Come along!" the Villicus commanded.
Then I told about my close shaves when I three several times barely escaped assassination at the hands of partizans of Bulla, about the kindness of the Villicus and procurator and why I had changed my name. "Why didn't you send at least a tiny note to Vedia and let her know you were alive after all?" he queried.
The villicus is not to blame, but the anger of the gods.” The country employé of the procurator of the imperial Baphia protests that the insect cannot be found from which the dye is extracted; and argues that the locusts must have devoured them, or the plant on which they feed, or that they have been carried off by the pestilence.
And I remember, at a trial in Kent, where Sir George Rook was indicted for calling a gentleman knave and villain; the lawyer for the defendant brought off his client, by alleging, that the words were not injurious; for, knave in the old and true signification, imported only a servant; and villain in Latin, is villicus; which is no more than a man employed in country labour; or rather a bailiff.
There is no hurry, for the beasts will do little damage in daytime, as most of them will hide till dark. But there seems to be a large number loose; I doubt if I can catch all of them before dusk." "It'll take you two days, Felix, or three," the Villicus laughed.
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