Part 51 (2/2)

When Marcus was dead perhaps she would forgive him. At the least he would occupy his place. She would be his slave, to whom, notwithstanding all that had been, he would give the place of wife. Then, after a little while, seeing how good and tender he was to her, surely she must forget this Roman who had taken her girlish fancy and learn to love him.

Now they were pa.s.sing the door of the palace. In the outer hall Saturius met them and motioned to the slaves to stand back.

”So you have them,” said Caleb, eagerly.

”Yes, or to be exact, one of them. The lady has vanished.”

Caleb staggered back a pace.

”Vanished! Where?”

”I wish that I could tell you. I thought that perhaps you knew. At least we found Marcus alone in his house, which he was about to leave, apparently to follow t.i.tus. But come, the court awaits you.”

”If she has gone, why should I come?” said Caleb, hanging back.

”I really don't know, but you must. Here, slaves, escort this witness.”

Then seeing that it was too late to change his mind, Caleb waved them back and followed Saturius. Presently they entered an inner hall, lofty, but not large. At the head of it, clad in the purple robes of his royal house, sat Domitian in a chair, while to his right and left were narrow tables, at which were gathered five or six Roman officers, those of Domitian's own bodyguard, bare-headed, but arrayed in their mail. Also there were two scribes with their tablets, a man dressed in a lawyer's robe, who seemed to fill the office of prosecutor, and some soldiers on guard.

When Caleb entered, Domitian, who, notwithstanding his youthful, ruddy countenance, looked in a very evil mood, was engaged in talking earnestly to the lawyer. Glancing up, he saw him and asked:

”Is that the Jew who gives evidence, Saturius?”

”My lord, it is the man,” answered the chamberlain; ”also the other witness waits without.”

”Good. Then bring in the accused.”

There was a pause, till presently Caleb heard footsteps behind him and looked round to see Marcus advancing up the hall with a proud and martial air. Their eyes met, and for an instant Marcus stopped.

”Oh!” he said aloud, ”the Jew Caleb. Now I understand.” Then he marched forward and gave the military salute to the prince.

Domitian stared at him with hate in his pale eyes, and said carelessly:

”Is this the accused? What is the charge?”

”The charge is,” said the lawyer, ”that the accused Marcus, a prefect of horse serving with t.i.tus Caesar in Judaea, suffered himself to be taken prisoner by the Jews when in command of a large body of Roman troops, contrary to the custom of the army and to the edict issued by t.i.tus Caesar at the commencement of the siege of Jerusalem. This edict commanded that no soldier should be taken alive, and that any soldier who was taken alive and subsequently rescued, or who made good his escape, should be deemed worthy of death, or at the least of degradation from his rank and banishment. My lord Marcus, do you plead guilty to the charge?”

”First, I ask,” said Marcus, ”what court is this before which I am put upon my trial? If I am to be tried I demand that it shall be by my general, t.i.tus.”

”Then,” said the prosecutor, ”you should have reported yourself to t.i.tus upon your arrival in Rome. Now he has gone to where he may not be troubled, leaving the charge of military matters in the hands of his Imperial brother, the Prince Domitian, who, with these officers, is therefore your lawful judge.”

”Perhaps,” broke in Domitian with bitter malice, ”the lord Marcus was too much occupied with other pursuits on his arrival in Rome to find time to explain his conduct to the Caesar t.i.tus.”

”I was about to follow him to do so when I was seized,” said Marcus.

”Then you put the matter off a little too long. Now you can explain it here,” answered Domitian.

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