United States or Sierra Leone ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
'Hither and thither, was the softly insolent reply, as Sagaris let the curtain fall behind him and stepped forward to the brazier, over which he held out his hands to warm them. By his apparel, he might have been mistaken for a noble. Nominally he had for a year held the office of steward to Heliodora.
Sagaris, a Syrian slave, less than thirty years old, had a comely visage which ever seemed to shine with contentment, and often twinkled with a sort of roguish mirth.
'Has Sagaris returned yet? she asked impatiently. 'Lady, not yet. Heliodora kept silence for a moment, then bade the girl bring her a lamp. A very small lamp was set upon the table, and as she glanced at its poor flame, Heliodora remembered that the store of oil was nearly at an end.
Assure me that I have done well and wisely. 'I hope you have, answered Veranilda, regarding him for an instant. 'But I know nothing; I must bear what befalls. Let me go to my chamber, lord Marcian, and sit alone and think. He led her back into the villa, and they parted without another word. Sagaris, making his best speed, soon arrived at Aquinum.
Sagaris, who heard his relations with Heliodora jested over by the slaves and soldiers, passed a night of terror, and when he knew of the commander's arrival, scarce had strength to stand. To his surprise, nothing ill befell him. During the pillage of the house he was disregarded, and when Bessas had gone he only had to bear the scoffs of his fellow-slaves.
Word Of The Day