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I do now remember we had a word or two about love; but, you see, I was telling the legend of this coin. It has the power to show one if he be loved." "By tossing?" "By tossing. Head, yes; the reverse, no." "Let me try." She flung it to the oaken beams and it fell on the great rug beside her. "Madame, the hand is up," said Vergilius. "I fear it is not infallible."
In spite of the warning of the young tribune, Manius had remained in Jerusalem. Vergilius had delayed action, dreading to bring the wrath of Rome upon one so young, so well born, so highly honored, and possibly so far misled. Therefore, he had held his peace and waited patiently for more knowledge. Now the evil heart of the assessor was laid bare, his infamy proven.
On the very morning of that second day the priest came to him. "How fares your soul, noble tribune?" said Lugar. "I feel it strong in me," said Vergilius. "And you would know if it be strong unto salvation?" "That would I gladly know." "Come with me this night and you shall see your soul in the balance." "And whither shall we go?" "To the palace of Laban, steward of the king.
My love was my shield, the power of God my weapon." "Friend, what mean you?" "That an evil woman has tried to put the leash of fate upon me." "How fared the battle?" "It was my victory," said Vergilius; "and I do feel a mighty peace in me." Vergilius had thought wisely of his temptation.
"How, and of whom?" said Vergilius. "There is in Jerusalem a council of learned men. They expound the Scripture and study all mysteries of the faith." "And who are they?" "I would I knew. Being wise, they are unknown." "Unknown!" "So I have heard. They have knowledge of him who is to come, and Herod is very jealous." "True," said Vergilius. "I would I were of them who know."
The scene was awful with swiftness and terror. The crowding group moved like caving sand. It sank suddenly, every man going to his knees. Quick as the serpent, a line of soldiers flung itself around them. Vergilius, with the man who clung to him, stood apart near the middle of the chamber. Suddenly he heard an impatient, wrathful shout close beside him: "Lights here, ye laggards!"
She stopped near the feet of Arria. It was her grandmother, the Lady Claudia, once a beauty of the great capital, now gray and wrinkled, but still erect with patrician pride. Vergilius had risen quickly, bowed low, and kissed her hand. "I often saw you, son of my friend, when you were a child," said she. "I remember when you were young you went away with the legions."
The young Vergilius kept his place after the first outbreak. Men, rushing past him, had torn the toga from his back. The hands which had clung upon him now held his wrist with a grip immovable. Doors fell and lights were flashing in. He saw now, on every side, a gleam of helmet and cuirass. Men, retreating from the lights, huddled in a dark corner. Some began to weep and cry to God.
Behind its iron bars a large lion paced up and down. Two hundred mounted men of the cohort stood in triple rank some fifty paces from the scene. Vergilius, on a white charger, was in front of the column. While Arab slaves pushed the arena into place, David came and touched the arm of the young tribune. He whispered, eagerly: "My sister, Cyran the Beloved, is here. She is waiting at the castle."
"Ah, so you would leave me," said the sly emperor, in his mildest tones. "A most inhospitable wretch, indeed." The tall Jew was now pale with fright. His feeling showed in great beads of perspiration. He dared not to stay; he dared not to go. He was in a worse plight than Vergilius, now standing in the leopard's cage.
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