Part 52 (2/2)

”Tell me that story,” said Julia, ”for I do not understand. The thing sounds incredible.”

So Miriam told her tale. When it was done, Julia said:

”Heathen though he is, this Marcus must be a n.o.ble-hearted man, whom may Heaven reward.”

”Yes,” answered Miriam with a sigh, ”may Heaven reward him, as I wish I might.”

”As you would have done had I not stayed you,” put in Nehushta. Her voice was severe, but as she spoke something that Julia took to be a smile was seen for an instant on her grim features.

”Well, friend, well,” said Julia, ”we have all of us fallen into temptation from time to time.”

”Pardon me, lady,” answered Nehushta, ”but speak for yourself. I never fell into any temptation--from a man. I know too much of men.”

”Then, friend,” replied Julia, ”return thanks for the good armour of your wisdom. For my part, I say that, like the lord Marcus, this maid has acted well, and my prayer is that she also may not lose her reward.”

”Mine is,” commented Nehushta, ”that Marcus may escape the payment which he will doubtless receive from the hand of Domitian if he can hunt him out,” a remark at which the face of Miriam grew very troubled.

Just then Gallus returned, and to him the whole history had to be told anew.

”It is wonderful,” he said, ”wonderful! I never heard the like of it.

Two people who love each other and who, when their hour comes, separate over some question of faith, or rather in obedience to a command laid upon one of them by a lady who died years and years ago. Wonderful--and I hope wise, though had I been the man concerned I should have taken another counsel.”

”What counsel, husband?” asked Julia.

”Well--to get away from Rome with the lady as far as possible, and without more delay than was necessary. It seems to me that under the circ.u.mstances it would have been best for her to consider her scruples in another land. You see Domitian is not a Christian any more than Marcus is, and our maid here does not like Domitian and does like Marcus. No, it is no good arguing the thing is done, but I think that you Christians might very well add two new saints to your calendar. And now to breakfast, which we all need after so much night duty.”

So they went and ate, but during that meal Gallus was very silent, as was his custom when he set his brain to work. Presently he asked:

”Tell me, Miriam, did any see you or your companion enter here?”

”No, I think not,” she answered, ”for as it chanced the door of the courtyard was ajar and the servant has not yet returned.”

”Good,” he said. ”When she does return I will meet her and send her out on a long errand.”

”Why?” asked his wife.

”Because it is as well that none should know what guests we have till they are gone again.”

”Until they are gone again!” repeated Julia, astonished. ”Surely you would not drive this maid, who has become to us as our daughter, from your door?”

”Yes, I would, wife, for that dear maid's sake,” and he took Miriam's little hand in his great palm and pressed it. ”Listen now,” he went on, ”Miriam, the Jewish captive, has dwelt in our care these many months, has she not, as is known to all, is it not? Well, if any one wants to find her, where will they begin by looking?”

”Aye! where?” echoed Nehushta.

”Why should any one wish to find her?” asked Julia. ”She was bought in the slave-market for a great price by the lord Marcus, who, of his own will, has set her at liberty. Now, therefore, she is a free woman whom none can touch.”

”A free woman!” answered Gallus with scorn. ”Is any woman free in Rome upon whom Domitian has set his mind? Surely, you Christians are too innocent for this world. Peace now, for there is no time to lose. Julia, do you cloak yourself and go seek that high-priest of yours, Cyril, who also loves this maid. Tell the tale to him, and say that if he would save her from great dangers he had best find some secret hiding-place among the Christians, for her and her companion, until means can be found to s.h.i.+p them far from Rome. What think you of that plan, my Libyan friend?”

”I think that it is good, but not good enough,” answered Nehushta. ”I think that we had best depart with the lady, your wife, this very hour, for who can tell how soon the dogs will be laid upon our slot?”

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