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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Sisters, Complete + +Author: Georg Ebers + +Release Date: October 16, 2006 [EBook #5466] +Last Updated: August 25, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SISTERS, COMPLETE *** + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <h1> + THE SISTERS + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Georg Ebers + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + Translated from the German by Clara Bell + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> DEDICATION TO HERR EDUARD von HALLBERGER + </a><br /><br /> <a href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE. </a><br /><br /> <a + href="#link2H_4_0003"> <b>THE SISTERS.</b> </a><br /><br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + DEDICATION TO HERR EDUARD von HALLBERGER + </h2> + <p> + Allow me, my dear friend, to dedicate these pages to you. I present them + to you at the close of a period of twenty years during which a warm and + fast friendship has subsisted between us, unbroken by any disagreement. + Four of my works have first seen the light under your care and have + wandered all over the world under the protection of your name. This, my + fifth book, I desire to make especially your own; it was partly written in + your beautiful home at Tutzing, under your hospitable roof, and I desire + to prove to you by some visible token that I know how to value your + affection and friendship and the many happy hours we have passed together, + refreshing and encouraging each other by a full and perfect interchange of + thought and sentiment. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_PREF" id="link2H_PREF"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PREFACE. + </h2> + <p> + By a marvellous combination of circumstances a number of fragments of the + Royal Archives of Memphis have been preserved from destruction with the + rest, containing petitions written on papyrus in the Greek language; these + were composed by a recluse of Macedonian birth, living in the Serapeum, in + behalf of two sisters, twins, who served the god as “Pourers out of the + libations.” + </p> + <p> + At a first glance these petitions seem scarcely worthy of serious + consideration; but a closer study of their contents shows us that we + possess in them documents of the greatest value in the history of manners. + They prove that the great Monastic Idea—which under the influence of + Christianity grew to be of such vast moral and historical significance—first + struck root in one of the centres of heathen religious practices; besides + affording us a quite unexpected insight into the internal life of the + temple of Serapis, whose ruined walls have, in our own day, been recovered + from the sand of the desert by the indefatigable industry of the French + Egyptologist Monsieur Mariette. + </p> + <p> + I have been so fortunate as to visit this spot and to search through every + part of it, and the petitions I speak of have been familiar to me for + years. When, however, quite recently, one of my pupils undertook to study + more particularly one of these documents—preserved in the Royal + Library at Dresden—I myself reinvestigated it also, and this study + impressed on my fancy a vivid picture of the Serapeum under Ptolemy + Philometor; the outlines became clear and firm, and acquired color, and it + is this picture which I have endeavored to set before the reader, so far + as words admit, in the following pages. + </p> + <p> + I did not indeed select for my hero the recluse, nor for my heroines the + twins who are spoken of in the petitions, but others who might have lived + at a somewhat earlier date under similar conditions; for it is proved by + the papyrus that it was not once only and by accident that twins were + engaged in serving in the temple of Serapis, but that, on the contrary, + pair after pair of sisters succeeded each other in the office of pouring + out libations. + </p> + <p> + I have not invested Klea and Irene with this function, but have simply + placed them as wards of the Serapeum and growing up within its precincts. + I selected this alternative partly because the existing sources of + knowledge give us very insufficient information as to the duties that + might have been required of the twins, partly for other reasons arising + out of the plan of my narrative. + </p> + <p> + Klea and Irene are purely imaginary personages, but on the other hand I + have endeavored, by working from tolerably ample sources, to give a + faithful picture of the historical physiognomy of the period in which they + live and move, and portraits of the two hostile brothers Ptolemy + Philometor and Euergetes II., the latter of whom bore the nickname of + Physkon: the Stout. The Eunuch Eulaeus and the Roman Publius Cornelius + Scipio Nasica, are also historical personages. + </p> + <p> + I chose the latter from among the many young patricians living at the + time, partly on account of the strong aristocratic feeling which he + displayed, particularly in his later life, and partly because his nickname + of Serapion struck me. This name I account for in my own way, although I + am aware that he owed it to his resemblance to a person of inferior rank. + </p> + <p> + For the further enlightenment of the reader who is not familiar with this + period of Egyptian history I may suggest that Cleopatra, the wife of + Ptolemy Philometor—whom I propose to introduce to the reader—must + not be confounded with her famous namesake, the beloved of Julius Caesar + and Mark Antony. The name Cleopatra was a very favorite one among the + Lagides, and of the queens who bore it she who has become famous through + Shakespeare (and more lately through Makart) was the seventh, the sister + and wife of Ptolemy XIV. Her tragical death from the bite of a viper or + asp did not occur until 134 years later than the date of my narrative, + which I have placed 164 years B.C. + </p> + <p> + At that time Egypt had already been for 169 years subject to the rule of a + Greek (Macedonian) dynasty, which owed its name as that of the Ptolemies + or Lagides to its founder Ptolemy Soter, the son of Lagus. This energetic + man, a general under Alexander the Great, when his sovereign—333 + B.C.—had conquered the whole Nile Valley, was appointed governor of + the new Satrapy; after Alexander’s death in 323 B.C., Ptolemy mounted the + throne of the Pharaohs, and he and his descendants ruled over Egypt until + after the death of the last and most famous of the Cleopatras, when it was + annexed as a province to the Roman Empire. + </p> + <p> + This is not the place for giving a history of the successive Ptolemies, + but I may remark that the assimilating faculty exercised by the Greeks + over other nations was potent in Egypt; particularly as the result of the + powerful influence of Alexandria, the capital founded by Alexander, which + developed with wonderful rapidity to be one of the most splendid centres + of Hellenic culture and of Hellenic art and science. + </p> + <p> + Long before the united rule of the hostile brothers Ptolemy Philometor and + Euergetes—whose violent end will be narrated to the reader of this + story—Greek influence was marked in every event and detail of + Egyptian life, which had remained almost unaffected by the characteristics + of former conquerors—the Hyksos, the Assyrians and the Persians; + and, under the Ptolemies, the most inhospitable and exclusive nation of + early antiquity threw open her gates to foreigners of every race. + </p> + <p> + Alexandria was a metropolis even in the modern sense; not merely an + emporium of commerce, but a focus where the intellectual and religious + treasures of various countries were concentrated and worked up, and + transmitted to all the nations that desired them. I have resisted the + temptation to lay the scene of my story there, because in Alexandria the + Egyptian element was too much overlaid by the Greek, and the too splendid + and important scenery and decorations might easily have distracted the + reader’s attention from the dramatic interest of the persons acting. + </p> + <p> + At that period of the Hellenic dominion which I have described, the kings + of Egypt were free to command in all that concerned the internal affairs + of their kingdom, but the rapidly-growing power of the Roman Empire + enabled her to check the extension of their dominion, just as she chose. + </p> + <p> + Philometor himself had heartily promoted the immigration of Israelites + from Palestine, and under him the important Jewish community in Alexandria + acquired an influence almost greater than the Greek; and this not only in + the city but in the kingdom and over their royal protector, who allowed + them to build a temple to Jehovah on the shores of the Nile, and in his + own person assisted at the dogmatic discussions of the Israelites educated + in the Greek schools of the city. Euergetes II., a highly gifted but + vicious and violent man, was, on the contrary, just as inimical to them; + he persecuted them cruelly as soon as his brother’s death left him sole + ruler over Egypt. His hand fell heavily even on the members of the Great + Academy—the Museum, as it was called—of Alexandria, though he + himself had been devoted to the grave labors of science, and he compelled + them to seek a new home. The exiled sons of learning settled in various + cities on the shores of the Mediterranean, and thus contributed not a + little to the diffusion of the intellectual results of the labors in the + Museum. + </p> + <p> + Aristarchus, the greatest of Philometor’s learned contemporaries, has + reported for us a conversation in the king’s palace at Memphis. The verses + about “the puny child of man,” recited by Cleopatra in chapter X., are not + genuinely antique; but Friedrich Ritschl—the Aristarchus of our own + days, now dead—thought very highly of them and gave them to me, some + years ago, with several variations which had been added by an anonymous + hand, then still in the land of the living. I have added to the first + verse two of these, which, as I learned at the eleventh hour, were + composed by Herr H. L. von Held, who is now dead, and of whom further + particulars may be learned from Varnhagen’s ‘Biographisclaen Denkmalen’. + Vol. VII. I think the reader will thank me for directing his attention to + these charming lines and to the genius displayed in the moral application + of the main idea. Verses such as these might very well have been written + by Callimachus or some other poet of the circle of the early members of + the Museum of Alexandria. + </p> + <p> + I was also obliged in this narrative to concentrate, in one limited canvas + as it were, all the features which were at once the conditions and the + characteristics of a great epoch of civilization, and to give them form + and movement by setting the history of some of the men then living before + the reader, with its complications and its denouement. All the personages + of my story grew up in my imagination from a study of the times in which + they lived, but when once I saw them clearly in outline they soon stood + before my mind in a more distinct form, like people in a dream; I felt the + poet’s pleasure in creation, and as I painted them their blood grew warm, + their pulses began to beat and their spirit to take wings and stir, each + in its appropriate nature. I gave history her due, but the historic + figures retired into the background beside the human beings as such; the + representatives of an epoch became vehicles for a Human Ideal, holding + good for all time; and thus it is that I venture to offer this transcript + of a period as really a dramatic romance. + </p> + <p> + Leipzig November 13, 1879. GEORG EBERS. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + THE SISTERS. + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> + <p> + On the wide, desert plain of the Necropolis of Memphis stands the + extensive and stately pile of masonry which constitutes the Greek temple + of Serapis; by its side are the smaller sanctuaries of Asclepios, of + Anubis and of Astarte, and a row of long, low houses, built of unburnt + bricks, stretches away behind them as a troop of beggar children might + follow in the train of some splendidly attired king. + </p> + <p> + The more dazzlingly brilliant the smooth, yellow sandstone walls of the + temple appear in the light of the morning sun, the more squalid and mean + do the dingy houses look as they crouch in the outskirts. When the winds + blow round them and the hot sunbeams fall upon them, the dust rises from + them in clouds as from a dry path swept by the gale. Even the rooms inside + are never plastered, and as the bricks are of dried Nile-mud mixed with + chopped straw, of which the sharp little ends stick out from the wall in + every direction, the surface is as disagreeable to touch as it is + unpleasing to look at. When they were first built on the ground between + the temple itself and the wall which encloses the precincts, and which, on + the eastern side, divides the acacia-grove of Serapis in half, they were + concealed from the votaries visiting the temple by the back wall of a + colonnade on the eastern side of the great forecourt; but a portion of + this colonnade has now fallen down, and through the breach, part of these + modest structures are plainly visible with their doors and windows opening + towards the sanctuary—or, to speak more accurately, certain rudely + constructed openings for looking out of or for entering by. Where there is + a door there is no window, and where a gap in the wall serves for a + window, a door is dispensed with; none of the chambers, however, of this + long row of low one-storied buildings communicate with each other. + </p> + <p> + A narrow and well-trodden path leads through the breach in the wall; the + pebbles are thickly strewn with brown dust, and the footway leads past + quantities of blocks of stone and portions of columns destined for the + construction of a new building which seems only to have been intermitted + the night before, for mallets and levers lie on and near the various + materials. This path leads directly to the little brick houses, and ends + at a small closed wooden door so roughly joined and so ill-hung that + between it and the threshold, which is only raised a few inches above the + ground, a fine gray cat contrives to squeeze herself through by putting + down her head and rubbing through the dust. As soon as she finds herself + once more erect on her four legs she proceeds to clean and smooth her + ruffled fur, putting up her back, and glancing with gleaming eyes at the + house she has just left, behind which at this moment the sun is rising; + blinded by its bright rays she turns away and goes on with cautious and + silent tread into the court of the temple. + </p> + <p> + The hovel out of which pussy has crept is small and barely furnished; it + would be perfectly dark too, but that the holes in the roof and the rift + in the door admit light into this most squalid room. There is nothing + standing against its rough gray walls but a wooden chest, near this a few + earthen bowls stand on the ground with a wooden cup and a gracefully + wrought jug of pure and shining gold, which looks strangely out of place + among such humble accessories. Quite in the background lie two mats of + woven bast, each covered with a sheepskin. These are the beds of the two + girls who inhabit the room, one of whom is now sitting on a low stool made + of palm-branches, and she yawns as she begins to arrange her long and + shining brown hair. She is not particularly skilful and even less patient + over this not very easy task, and presently, when a fresh tangle checks + the horn comb with which she is dressing it, she tosses the comb on to the + couch. She has not pulled it through her hair with any haste nor with much + force, but she shuts her eyes so tightly and sets her white teeth so + firmly in her red dewy lip that it might be supposed that she had hurt + herself very much. + </p> + <p> + A shuffling step is now audible outside the door; she opens wide her + tawny-hazel eyes, that have a look of gazing on the world in surprise, a + smile parts her lips and her whole aspect is as completely changed as that + of a butterfly which escapes from the shade into the sunshine where the + bright beams are reflected in the metallic lustre of its wings. + </p> + <p> + A hasty hand knocks at the ill-hung door, so roughly that it trembles on + its hinges, and the instant after a wooden trencher is shoved in through + the wide chink by which the cat made her escape; on it are a thin round + cake of bread and a shallow earthen saucer containing a little olive-oil; + there is no more than might perhaps be contained in half an ordinary + egg-shell, but it looks fresh and sweet, and shines in clear, golden + purity. The girl goes to the door, pulls in the platter, and, as she + measures the allowance with a glance, exclaims half in lament and half in + reproach: + </p> + <p> + “So little! and is that for both of us?” + </p> + <p> + As she speaks her expressive features have changed again and her flashing + eyes are directed towards the door with a glance of as much dismay as + though the sun and stars had been suddenly extinguished; and yet her only + grief is the smallness of the loaf, which certainly is hardly large enough + to stay the hunger of one young creature—and two must share it; what + is a mere nothing in one man’s life, to another may be of great + consequence and of terrible significance. + </p> + <p> + The reproachful complaint is heard by the messenger outside the door, for + the old woman who shoved in the trencher over the threshold answers + quickly but not crossly. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more to-day, Irene.” + </p> + <p> + “It is disgraceful,” cries the girl, her eyes filling with tears, “every + day the loaf grows smaller, and if we were sparrows we should not have + enough to satisfy us. You know what is due to us and I will never cease to + complain and petition. Serapion shall draw up a fresh address for us, and + when the king knows how shamefully we are treated—” + </p> + <p> + “Aye! when he knows,” interrupted the old woman. “But the cry of the poor + is tossed about by many winds before it reaches the king’s ear. I might + find a shorter way than that for you and your sister if fasting comes so + much amiss to you. Girls with faces like hers and yours, my little Irene, + need never come to want.” + </p> + <p> + “And pray what is my face like?” asked the girl, and her pretty features + once more seemed to catch a gleam of sunshine. + </p> + <p> + “Why, so handsome that you may always venture to show it beside your + sister’s; and yesterday, in the procession, the great Roman sitting by the + queen looked as often at her as at Cleopatra herself. If you had been + there too he would not have had a glance for the queen, for you are a + pretty thing, as I can tell you. And there are many girls would sooner + hear those words then have a whole loaf—besides you have a mirror I + suppose, look in that next time you are hungry.” + </p> + <p> + The old woman’s shuffling steps retreated again and the girl snatched up + the golden jar, opened the door a little way to let in the daylight and + looked at herself in the bright surface; but the curve of the costly vase + showed her features all distorted, and she gaily breathed on the hideous + travestie that met her eyes, so that it was all blurred out by the + moisture. Then she smilingly put down the jar, and opening the chest took + from it a small metal mirror into which she looked again and yet again, + arranging her shining hair first in one way and then in another; and she + only laid it down when she remembered a certain bunch of violets which had + attracted her attention when she first woke, and which must have been + placed in their saucer of water by her sister some time the day before. + Without pausing to consider she took up the softly scented blossoms, dried + their green stems on her dress, took up the mirror again and stuck the + flowers in her hair. + </p> + <p> + How bright her eyes were now, and how contentedly she put out her hand for + the loaf. And how fair were the visions that rose before her young fancy + as she broke off one piece after another and hastily eat them after + slightly moistening them with the fresh oil. Once, at the festival of the + New Year, she had had a glimpse into the king’s tent, and there she had + seen men and women feasting as they reclined on purple cushions. Now she + dreamed of tables covered with costly vessels, was served in fancy by boys + crowned with flowers, heard the music of flutes and harps and—for + she was no more than a child and had such a vigorous young appetite—pictured + herself as selecting the daintiest and sweetest morsels out of dishes of + solid gold and eating till she was satisfied, aye so perfectly satisfied + that the very last mouthful of bread and the very last drop of oil had + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + But so soon as her hand found nothing more on the empty trencher the + bright illusion vanished, and she looked with dismay into the empty + oil-cup and at the place where just now the bread had been. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” she sighed from the bottom of her heart; then she turned the platter + over as though it might be possible to find some more bread and oil on the + other side of it, but finally shaking her head she sat looking + thoughtfully into her lap; only for a few minutes however, for the door + opened and the slim form of her sister Klea appeared, the sister whose + meagre rations she had dreamily eaten up, and Klea had been sitting up + half the night sewing for her, and then had gone out before sunrise to + fetch water from the Well of the Sun for the morning sacrifice at the + altar of Serapis. + </p> + <p> + Klea greeted her sister with a loving glance but without speaking; she + seemed too exhausted for words and she wiped the drops from her forehead + with the linen veil that covered the back of her head as she seated + herself on the lid of the chest. Irene immediately glanced at the empty + trencher, considering whether she had best confess her guilt to the + wearied girl and beg for forgiveness, or divert the scolding she had + deserved by some jest, as she had often succeeded in doing before. This + seemed the easier course and she adopted it at once; she went up to her + sister quickly, but not quite unconcernedly, and said with mock gravity: + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Klea, don’t you notice anything in me? I must look like a + crocodile that has eaten a whole hippopotamus, or one of the sacred snakes + after it has swallowed a rabbit. Only think when I had eaten my own bread + I found yours between my teeth—quite unexpectedly—but now—” + </p> + <p> + Klea, thus addressed, glanced at the empty platter and interrupted her + sister with a low-toned exclamation. “Oh! I was so hungry.” + </p> + <p> + The words expressed no reproof, only utter exhaustion, and as the young + criminal looked at her sister and saw her sitting there, tired and worn + out but submitting to the injury that had been done her without a word of + complaint, her heart, easily touched, was filled with compunction and + regret. She burst into tears and threw herself on the ground before her, + clasping her knees and crying, in a voice broken with sobs: + </p> + <p> + “Oh Klea! poor, dear Klea, what have I done! but indeed I did not mean any + harm. I don’t know how it happened. Whatever I feel prompted to do I do, I + can’t help doing it, and it is not till it is done that I begin to know + whether it was right or wrong. You sat up and worried yourself for me, and + this is how I repay you—I am a bad girl! But you shall not go hungry—no, + you shall not.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind; never mind,” said the elder, and she stroked her sister’s + brown hair with a loving hand. + </p> + <p> + But as she did so she came upon the violets fastened among the shining + tresses. Her lips quivered and her weary expression changed as she touched + the flowers and glanced at the empty saucer in which she had carefully + placed them the clay before. Irene at once perceived the change in her + sister’s face, and thinking only that she was surprised at her pretty + adornment, she said gaily: “Do you think the flowers becoming to me?” + </p> + <p> + Klea’s hand was already extended to take the violets out of the brown + plaits, for her sister was still kneeling before her, but at this question + her arm dropped, and she said more positively and distinctly than she had + yet spoken and in a voice, whose sonorous but musical tones were almost + masculine and certainly remarkable in a girl: + </p> + <p> + “The bunch of flowers belongs to me; but keep it till it is faded, by + mid-day, and then return it to me.” + </p> + <p> + “It belongs to you?” repeated the younger girl, raising her eyes in + surprise to her sister, for to this hour what had been Klea’s had been + hers also. “But I always used to take the flowers you brought home; what + is there special in these?” + </p> + <p> + “They are only violets like any other violets,” replied Klea coloring + deeply. “But the queen has worn them.” + </p> + <p> + “The queen!” cried her sister springing to her feet and clasping her hands + in astonishment. “She gave you the flowers? And you never told me till + now? To be sure when you came home from the procession yesterday you only + asked me how my foot was and whether my clothes were whole and then not + another mortal word did you utter. Did Cleopatra herself give you this + bunch?” + </p> + <p> + “How should she?” retorted Klea. “One of her escort threw them to me; but + drop the subject pray! Give me the water, please, my mouth is parched and + I can hardly speak for thirst.” + </p> + <p> + The bright color dyed her cheeks again as she spoke, but Irene did not + observe it, for—delighted to make up for her evil doings by + performing some little service—she ran to fetch the water-jar; while + Klea filled and emptied her wooden bowl she said, gracefully lifting a + small foot, to show to her sister: + </p> + <p> + “Look, the cut is almost healed and I can wear my sandal again. Now I + shall tie it on and go and ask Serapion for some bread for you and perhaps + he will give us a few dates. Please loosen the straps for me a little, + here, round the ankle, my skin is so thin and tender that a little thing + hurts me which you would hardly feel. At mid-day I will go with you and + help fill the jars for the altar, and later in the day I can accompany you + in the procession which was postponed from yesterday. If only the queen + and the great foreigner should come again to look on at it! That would be + splendid! Now, I am going, and before you have drunk the last bowl of + water you shall have some bread, for I will coax the old man so prettily + that he can’t say ‘no.’” + </p> + <p> + Irene opened the door, and as the broad sunlight fell in it lighted up + tints of gold in her chestnut hair, and her sister looking after her could + almost fancy that the sunbeams had got entangled with the waving glory + round her head. The bunch of violets was the last thing she took note of + as Irene went out into the open air; then she was alone and she shook her + head gently as she said to herself: “I give up everything to her and what + I have left she takes from me. Three times have I met the Roman, yesterday + he gave me the violets, and I did want to keep those for myself—and + now—” As she spoke she clasped the bowl she still held in her hand + closely to her and her lips trembled pitifully, but only for an instant; + she drew herself up and said firmly: “But it is all as it should be.” + </p> + <p> + Then she was silent; she set down the water-jar on the chest by her side, + passed the back of her hand across her forehead as if her head were + aching, then, as she sat gazing down dreamily into her lap, her weary head + presently fell on her shoulder and she was asleep. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> + <p> + The low brick building of which the sisters’ room formed a part, was + called the Pastophorium, and it was occupied also by other persons + attached to the service of the temple, and by numbers of pilgrims. These + assembled here from all parts of Egypt, and were glad to pass a night + under the protection of the sanctuary. + </p> + <p> + Irene, when she quitted her sister, went past many doors—which had + been thrown open after sunrise—hastily returning the greetings of + many strange as well as familiar faces, for all glanced after her kindly + as though to see her thus early were an omen of happy augury, and she soon + reached an outbuilding adjoining the northern end of the Pastophorium; + here there was no door, but at the level of about a man’s height from the + ground there were six unclosed windows opening on the road. From the first + of these the pale and much wrinkled face of an old man looked down on the + girl as she approached. She shouted up to him in cheerful accents the + greeting familiar to the Hellenes “Rejoice!” But he, without moving his + lips, gravely and significantly signed to her with his lean hand and with + a glance from his small, fixed and expressionless eyes that she should + wait, and then handed out to her a wooden trencher on which lay a few + dates and half a cake of bread. + </p> + <p> + “For the altar of the god?” asked the girl. The old man nodded assent, and + Irene went on with her small load, with the assurance of a person who + knows exactly what is required of her; but after going a few steps and + before she had reached the last of the six windows she paused, for she + plainly heard voices and steps, and presently, at the end of the + Pastophorium towards which she was proceeding and which opened into a + small grove of acacias dedicated to Serapis—which was of much + greater extent outside the enclosing wall—appeared a little group of + men whose appearance attracted her attention; but she was afraid to go on + towards the strangers, so, leaning close up to the wall of the houses, she + awaited their departure, listening the while to what they were saying. + </p> + <p> + In front of these early visitors to the temple walked a man with a long + staff in his right hand speaking to the two gentlemen who followed, with + the air of a professional guide, who is accustomed to talk as if he were + reading to his audience out of an invisible book, and whom the hearers are + unwilling to interrupt with questions, because they know that his + knowledge scarcely extends beyond exactly what he says. Of his two + remarkable-looking hearers one was wrapped in a long and splendid robe and + wore a rich display of gold chains and rings, while the other wore nothing + over his short chiton but a Roman toga thrown over his left shoulder. + </p> + <p> + His richly attired companion was an old man with a full and beardless face + and thin grizzled hair. Irene gazed at him with admiration and + astonishment, but when she had feasted her eyes on the stuffs and + ornaments he wore, she fixed them with much greater interest and attention + on the tall and youthful figure at his side. + </p> + <p> + “Like Hui, the cook’s fat poodle, beside a young lion,” thought she to + herself, as she noted the bustling step of the one and the independent and + elastic gait of the other. She felt irresistibly tempted to mimic the + older man, but this audacious impulse was soon quelled for scarcely had + the guide explained to the Roman that it was here that those pious + recluses had their cells who served the god in voluntary captivity, as + being consecrated to Serapis, and that they received their food through + those windows—here he pointed upwards with his staff when suddenly a + shutter, which the cicerone of this ill-matched pair had touched with his + stick, flew open with as much force and haste as if a violent gust of wind + had caught it, and flung it back against the wall.—And no less + suddenly a man’s head-of ferocious aspect and surrounded by a shock of + gray hair like a lion’s mane—looked out of the window and shouted to + him who had knocked, in a deep and somewhat overloud voice. + </p> + <p> + “If my shutter had been your back, you impudent rascal, your stick would + have hit the right thing. Or if I had a cudgel between my teeth instead of + a tongue, I would exercise it on you till it was as tired as that of a + preacher who has threshed his empty straw to his congregation for three + mortal hours. Scarcely is the sun risen when we are plagued by the + parasitical and inquisitive mob. Why! they will rouse us at midnight next, + and throw stones at our rotten old shutters. The effects of my last + greeting lasted you for three weeks—to-day’s I hope may act a little + longer. You, gentlemen there, listen to me. Just as the raven follows an + army to batten on the dead, so that fellow there stalks on in front of + strangers in order to empty their pockets—and you, who call yourself + an interpreter, and in learning Greek have forgotten the little Egyptian + you ever knew, mark this: When you have to guide strangers take them to + see the Sphinx, or to consult the Apis in the temple of Ptah, or lead them + to the king’s beast-garden at Alexandria, or the taverns at Hanopus, but + don’t bring them here, for we are neither pheasants, nor flute-playing + women, nor miraculous beasts, who take a pleasure in being stared at. You, + gentlemen, ought to choose a better guide than this chatter-mag that keeps + up its perpetual rattle when once you set it going. As to yourselves I + will tell you one thing: Inquisitive eyes are intrusive company, and every + prudent house holder guards himself against them by keeping his door + shut.” + </p> + <p> + Irene shrank back and flattened herself against the pilaster which + concealed her, for the shutter closed again with a slam, the recluse + pulling it to with a rope attached to its outer edge, and he was hidden + from the gaze of the strangers; but only for an instant, for the rusty + hinges on which the shutter was hanging were not strong enough to bear + such violent treatment, and slowly giving way it was about to fall. The + blustering hermit stretched out an arm to support it and save it; but it + was heavy, and his efforts would not have succeeded had not the young man + in Roman dress given his assistance and lifted up the shutter with his + hand and shoulder, without any effort, as if it were made of willow laths + instead of strong planks. + </p> + <p> + “A little higher still,” shouted the recluse to his assistant. “Let us set + the thing on its edge! so, push away, a little more. There, I have propped + up the wretched thing and there it may lie. If the bats pay me a visit + to-night I will think of you and give them your best wishes.” + </p> + <p> + “You may save yourself that trouble,” replied the young man with cool + dignity. “I will send you a carpenter who shall refix the shutter, and we + offer you our apologies for having been the occasion of the mischief that + has happened.” + </p> + <p> + The old man did not interrupt the speaker, but, when he had stared at him + from head to foot, he said: “You are strong and you speak fairly, and I + might like you well enough if you were in other company. I don’t want your + carpenter; only send me down a hammer, a wedge, and a few strong nails. + Now, you can do nothing more for me, so pack off!” + </p> + <p> + “We are going at once,” said the more handsomely dressed visitor in a thin + and effeminate voice. “What can a man do when the boys pelt him with dirt + from a safe hiding-place, but take himself off.” + </p> + <p> + “Be off, be off,” said the person thus described, with a laugh. “As far + off as Samothrace if you like, fat Eulaeus; you can scarcely have + forgotten the way there since you advised the king to escape thither with + all his treasure. But if you cannot trust yourself to find it alone, I + recommend you your interpreter and guide there to show you the road.” + </p> + <p> + The Eunuch Eulaeus, the favorite councillor of King Ptolemy—called + Philometor (the lover of his mother)—turned pale at these words, + cast a sinister glance at the old man and beckoned to the young Roman; he + however was not inclined to follow, for the scolding old oddity had taken + his fancy—perhaps because he was conscious that the old man, who + generally showed no reserve in his dislikes, had a liking for him. + Besides, he found nothing to object to in his opinion of his companions, + so he turned to Eulaeus and said courteously: + </p> + <p> + “Accept my best thanks for your company so far, and do not let me detain + you any longer from your more important occupations on my account.” + </p> + <p> + Eulaeus bowed and replied, “I know what my duty is. The king entrusted me + with your safe conduct; permit me therefore to wait for you under the + acacias yonder.” + </p> + <p> + When Eulaeus and the guide had reached the green grove, Irene hoped to + find an opportunity to prefer her petition, but the Roman had stopped in + front of the old man’s cell, and had begun a conversation with him which + she could not venture to interrupt. She set down the platter with the + bread and dates that had been entrusted to her on a projecting stone by + her side with a little sigh, crossed her arms and feet as she leaned + against the wall, and pricked up her ears to hear their talk. + </p> + <p> + “I am not a Greek,” said the youth, “and you are quite mistaken in + thinking that I came to Egypt and to see you out of mere curiosity.” + </p> + <p> + “But those who come only to pray in the temple,” interrupted the other, + “do not—as it seems to me—choose an Eulaeus for a companion, + or any such couple as those now waiting for you under the acacias, and + invoking anything rather than blessings on your head; at any rate, for my + own part, even if I were a thief I would not go stealing in their company. + What then brought you to Serapis?” + </p> + <p> + “It is my turn now to accuse you of curiosity!” + </p> + <p> + “By all means,” cried the old man, “I am an honest dealer and quite + willing to take back the coin I am ready to pay away. Have you come to + have a dream interpreted, or to sleep in the temple yonder and have a face + revealed to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Do I look so sleepy,” said the Roman, “as to want to go to bed again now, + only an hour after sunrise?” + </p> + <p> + “It may be,” said the recluse, “that you have not yet fairly come to the + end of yesterday, and that at the fag-end of some revelry it occurred to + you that you might visit us and sleep away your headache at Serapis.” + </p> + <p> + “A good deal of what goes on outside these walls seems to come to your + ears,” retorted the Roman, “and if I were to meet you in the street I + should take you for a ship’s captain or a master-builder who had to manage + a number of unruly workmen. According to what I heard of you and those + like you in Athens and elsewhere, I expected to find you something quite + different.” + </p> + <p> + “What did you expect?” said Serapion laughing. “I ask you notwithstanding + the risk of being again considered curious.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am very willing to answer,” retorted the other, “but if I were to + tell you the whole truth I should run into imminent danger of being sent + off as ignominiously as my unfortunate guide there.” + </p> + <p> + “Speak on,” said the old man, “I keep different garments for different + men, and the worst are not for those who treat me to that rare dish—a + little truth. But before you serve me up so bitter a meal tell me, what is + your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I call the guide?” said the Roman with an ironical laugh. “He can + describe me completely, and give you the whole history of my family. But, + joking apart, my name is Publius.” + </p> + <p> + “The name of at least one out of every three of your countrymen.” + </p> + <p> + “I am of the Cornelia gens and of the family of the Scipios,” continued + the youth in a low voice, as though he would rather avoid boasting of his + illustrious name. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, a noble gentleman, a very grand gentleman!” said the recluse, + bowing deeply out of his window. “But I knew that beforehand, for at your + age and with such slender ankles to his long legs only a nobleman could + walk as you walk. Then Publius Cornelius—” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, call me Scipio, or rather by my first name only, Publius,” the youth + begged him. “You are called Serapion, and I will tell you what you wish to + know. When I was told that in this temple there were people who had + themselves locked into their little chambers never to quit them, taking + thought about their dreams and leading a meditative life, I thought they + must be simpletons or fools or both at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so, just so,” interrupted Serapion. “But there is a fourth + alternative you did not think of. Suppose now among these men there should + be some shut up against their will, and what if I were one of those + prisoners? I have asked you a great many questions and you have not + hesitated to answer, and you may know how I got into this miserable cage + and why I stay in it. I am the son of a good family, for my father was + overseer of the granaries of this temple and was of Macedonian origin, but + my mother was an Egyptian. I was born in an evil hour, on the + twenty-seventh day of the month of Paophi, a day which it is said in the + sacred books that it is an evil day and that the child that is born in it + must be kept shut up or else it will die of a snake-bite. In consequence + of this luckless prediction many of those born on the same day as myself + were, like me, shut up at an early age in this cage. My father would very + willingly have left me at liberty, but my uncle, a caster of horoscopes in + the temple of Ptah, who was all in all in my mother’s estimation, and his + friends with him, found many other evil signs about my body, read + misfortune for me in the stars, declared that the Hathors had destined me + to nothing but evil, and set upon her so persistently that at last I was + destined to the cloister—we lived here at Memphis. I owe this misery + to my dear mother and it was out of pure affection that she brought it + upon me. You look enquiringly at me—aye, boy! life will teach you + too the lesson that the worst hate that can be turned against you often + entails less harm upon you than blind tenderness which knows no reason. I + learned to read and write, and all that is usually taught to the priests’ + sons, but never to accommodate myself to my lot, and I never shall.—Well, + when my beard grew I succeeded in escaping and I lived for a time in the + world. I have been even to Rome, to Carthage, and in Syria; but at last I + longed to drink Nile-water once more and I returned to Egypt. Why? + Because, fool that I was, I fancied that bread and water with captivity + tasted better in my own country than cakes and wine with freedom in the + land of the stranger. + </p> + <p> + “In my father’s house I found only my mother still living, for my father + had died of grief. Before my flight she had been a tall, fine woman, when + I came home I found her faded and dying. Anxiety for me, a miserable + wretch, had consumed her, said the physician—that was the hardest + thing to bear. When at last the poor, good little woman, who could so + fondly persuade me—a wild scamp—implored me on her death-bed + to return to my retreat, I yielded, and swore to her that I would stay in + my prison patiently to the end, for I am as water is in northern + countries, a child may turn me with its little hand or else I am as hard + and as cold as crystal. My old mother died soon after I had taken this + oath. I kept my word as you see—and you have seen too how I endure + my fate.” + </p> + <p> + “Patiently enough,” replied Publius, “I should writhe in my chains far + more rebelliously than you, and I fancy it must do you good to rage and + storm sometimes as you did just now.” + </p> + <p> + “As much good as sweet wine from Chios!” exclaimed the anchorite, smacking + his lips as if he tasted the noble juice of the grape, and stretching his + matted head as far as possible out of the window. Thus it happened that he + saw Irene, and called out to her in a cheery voice: + </p> + <p> + “What are you doing there, child? You are standing as if you were waiting + to say good-morning to good fortune.” + </p> + <p> + The girl hastily took up the trencher, smoothed down her hair with her + other hand, and as she approached the men, coloring slightly, Publius + feasted his eyes on her in surprise and admiration. + </p> + <p> + But Serapion’s words had been heard by another person, who now emerged + from the acacia-grove and joined the young Roman, exclaiming before he + came up with them: + </p> + <p> + “Waiting for good fortune! does the old man say? And you can hear it said, + Publius, and not reply that she herself must bring good fortune wherever + she appears.” + </p> + <p> + The speaker was a young Greek, dressed with extreme care, and he now stuck + the pomegranate-blossom he carried in his hand behind his ear, so as to + shake hands with his friend Publius; then he turned his fair, saucy, + almost girlish face with its finely-cut features up to the recluse, + wishing to attract his attention to himself by his next speech. + </p> + <p> + “With Plato’s greeting ‘to deal fairly and honestly’ do I approach you!” + he cried; and then he went on more quietly: “But indeed you can hardly + need such a warning, for you belong to those who know how to conquer true—that + is the inner—freedom; for who can be freer than he who needs + nothing? And as none can be nobler than the freest of the free, accept the + tribute of my respect, and scorn not the greeting of Lysias of Corinth, + who, like Alexander, would fain exchange lots with you, the Diogenes of + Egypt, if it were vouchsafed to him always to see out the window of your + mansion—otherwise not very desirable—the charming form of this + damsel—” + </p> + <p> + “That is enough, young man,” said Serapion, interrupting the Greek’s flow + of words. “This young girl belongs to the temple, and any one who is + tempted to speak to her as if she were a flute-player will have to deal + with me, her protector. Yes, with me; and your friend here will bear me + witness that it may not be altogether to your advantage to have a quarrel + with such as I. Now, step back, young gentlemen, and let the girl tell me + what she needs.” + </p> + <p> + When Irene stood face to face with the anchorite, and had told him quickly + and in a low voice what she had done, and that her sister Klea was even + now waiting for her return, Serapion laughed aloud, and then said in a low + tone, but gaily, as a father teases his daughter: + </p> + <p> + “She has eaten enough for two, and here she stands, on her tiptoes, + reaching up to my window, as if it were not an over-fed girl that stood in + her garments, but some airy sprite. We may laugh, but Klea, poor thing, + she must be hungry?” + </p> + <p> + Irene made no reply, but she stood taller on tiptoe than ever, put her + face up to Serapion, nodding her pretty head at him again and again, and + as she looked roguishly and yet imploringly into his eyes Serapion went + on: + </p> + <p> + “And so I am to give my breakfast to Klea, that is what you want; but + unfortunately that breakfast is a thing of the past and beyond recall; + nothing is left of it but the date-stones. But there, on the trencher in + your hand, is a nice little meal.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the offering to Serapis sent by old Phibis,” answered the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Hm, hm—oh! of course!” muttered the old man. “So long as it is for + a god—surely he might do without it better than a poor famishing + girl.” + </p> + <p> + Then he went on, gravely and emphatically, as a teacher who has made an + incautious speech before his pupils endeavors to rectify it by another of + more solemn import. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, things given into our charge should never be touched; besides, + the gods first and man afterwards. Now if only I knew what to do. But, by + the soul of my father! Serapis himself sends us what we need. Step close + up to me, noble Scipio—or Publius, if I may so call you—and + look out towards the acacias. Do you see my favorite, your cicerone, and + the bread and roast fowls that your slave has brought him in that leathern + wallet? And now he is setting a wine-jar on the carpet he has spread at + the big feet of Eulaeus—they will be calling you to share the meal + in a minute, but I know of a pretty child who is very hungry—for a + little white cat stole away her breakfast this morning. Bring me half a + loaf and the wing of a fowl, and a few pomegranates if you like, or one of + the peaches Eulaeus is so judiciously fingering. Nay—you may bring + two of them, I have a use for both.” + </p> + <p> + “Serapion!” exclaimed Irene in mild reproof and looking down at the + ground; but the Greek answered with prompt zeal, “More, much more than + that I can bring you. I hasten—” + </p> + <p> + “Stay here,” interrupted Publius with decision, holding him back by the + shoulder. “Serapion’s request was addressed to me, and I prefer to do my + friend’s pleasure in my own person.” + </p> + <p> + “Go then,” cried the Greek after Publius as he hurried away. “You will not + allow me even thanks from the sweetest lips in Memphis. Only look, + Serapion, what a hurry he is in. And now poor Eulaeus has to get up; a + hippopotamus might learn from him how to do so with due awkwardness. Well! + I call that making short work of it—a Roman never asks before he + takes; he has got all he wants and Eulaeus looks after him like a cow + whose calf has been stolen from her; to be sure I myself would rather eat + peaches than see them carried away! Oh if only the people in the Forum + could see him now! Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica, own grandson to the + great Africanus, serving like a slave at a feast with a dish in each hand! + Well Publius, what has Rome the all conquering brought home this time in + token of victory?” + </p> + <p> + “Sweet peaches and a roast pheasant,” said Cornelius laughing, and he + handed two dishes into the anchorite’s window; “there is enough left still + for the old man.” + </p> + <p> + “Thanks, many thanks!” cried Serapion, beckoning to Irene, and he gave her + a golden-yellow cake of wheaten bread, half of the roast bird, already + divided by Eulaeus, and two peaches, and whispered to her: “Klea may come + for the rest herself when these men are gone. Now thank this kind + gentleman and go.” + </p> + <p> + For an instant the girl stood transfixed, her face crimson with confusion + and her glistening white teeth set in her nether lip, speechless, face to + face with the young Roman and avoiding the earnest gaze of his black eyes. + Then she collected herself and said: + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind. I cannot make any pretty speeches, but I thank you + most kindly.” + </p> + <p> + “And your very kind thanks,” replied Publius, “add to the delights of this + delightful morning. I should very much like to possess one of the violets + out of your hair in remembrance of this day—and of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Take them all,” exclaimed Irene, hastily taking the bunch from her hair + and holding them out to the Roman; but before he could take them she drew + back her hand and said with an air of importance: + </p> + <p> + “The queen has had them in her hand. My sister Klea got them yesterday in + the procession.” + </p> + <p> + Scipio’s face grew grave at these words, and he asked with commanding + brevity and sharpness: + </p> + <p> + “Has your sister black hair and is she taller than you are, and did she + wear a golden fillet in the procession? Did she give you these flowers? + Yes—do you say? Well then, she had the bunch from me, but although + she accepted them she seems to have taken very little pleasure in them, + for what we value we do not give away—so there they may go, far + enough!” + </p> + <p> + With these words he flung the flowers over the house and then he went on: + </p> + <p> + “But you, child, you shall be held guiltless of their loss. Give me your + pomegranate-flower, Lysias!” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not,” replied the Greek. “You chose to do pleasure to your + friend Serapion in your own person when you kept me from going to fetch + the peaches, and now I desire to offer this flower to the fair Irene with + my own hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Take this flower,” said Publius, turning his back abruptly on the girl, + while Lysias laid the blossom on the trencher in the maiden’s hand; she + felt the rough manners of the young Roman as if she had been touched by a + hard hand; she bowed silently and timidly and then quickly ran home. + </p> + <p> + Publius looked thoughtfully after her till Lysias called out to him: + </p> + <p> + “What has come over me? Has saucy Eros perchance wandered by mistake into + the temple of gloomy Serapis this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “That would not be wise,” interrupted the recluse, “for Cerberus, who lies + at the foot of our God, would soon pluck the fluttering wings of the airy + youngster,” and as he spoke he looked significantly at the Greek. + </p> + <p> + “Aye! if he let himself be caught by the three-headed monster,” laughed + Lysias. “But come away now, Publius; Eulaeus has waited long enough.” + </p> + <p> + “You go to him then,” answered the Roman, “I will follow soon; but first I + have a word to say to Serapion.” + </p> + <p> + Since Irene’s disappearance, the old man had turned his attention to the + acacia-grove where Eulaeus was still feasting. When the Roman addressed + him he said, shaking his great head with dissatisfaction: + </p> + <p> + “Your eyes of course are no worse than mine. Only look at that man + munching and moving his jaws and smacking his lips. By Serapis! you can + tell the nature of a man by watching him eat. You know I sit in my cage + unwillingly enough, but I am thankful for one thing about it, and that is + that it keeps me far from all that such a creature as Eulaeus calls + enjoyment—for such enjoyment, I tell you, degrades a man.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you are more of a philosopher than you wish to seem,” replied + Publius. + </p> + <p> + “I wish to seem nothing,” answered the anchorite. + </p> + <p> + “For it is all the same to me what others think of me. But if a man who + has nothing to do and whose quiet is rarely disturbed, and who thinks his + own thoughts about many things is a philosopher, you may call me one if + you like. If at any time you should need advice you may come here again, + for I like you, and you might be able to do me an important service.” + </p> + <p> + “Only speak,” interrupted the Roman, “I should be glad from my heart to be + of any use to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Not now,” said Serapion softly. “But come again when you have time—without + your companions there, of course—at any rate without Eulaeus, who of + all the scoundrels I ever came across is the very worst. It may be as well + to tell you at once that what I might require of you would concern not + myself but the weal or woe of the water-bearers, the two maidens you have + seen and who much need protection.” + </p> + <p> + “I came here for my parents’ sake and for Klea’s, and not on your + account,” said Publius frankly. “There is something in her mien and in her + eyes which perhaps may repel others but which attracts me. How came so + admirable a creature in your temple?” + </p> + <p> + “When you come again,” replied the recluse, “I will tell you the history + of the sisters and what they owe to Eulaeus. Now go, and understand me + when I say the girls are well guarded. This observation is for the benefit + of the Greek who is but a heedless fellow; but you, when you know who the + girls are, will help me to protect them.” + </p> + <p> + “That I would do as it is, with real pleasure,” replied Publius; he took + leave of the recluse and called out to Eulaeus. + </p> + <p> + “What a delightful morning it has been!” + </p> + <p> + “It would have been pleasanter for me,” replied Eulaeus, “if you had not + deprived me of your company for such a long time.” + </p> + <p> + “That is to say,” answered the Roman, “that I have stayed away longer than + I ought.” + </p> + <p> + “You behave after the fashion of your race,” said the other bowing low. + “They have kept even kings waiting in their ante-chambers.” + </p> + <p> + “But you do not wear a crown,” said Publius evasively. “And if any one + should know how to wait it is an old courtier, who—” + </p> + <p> + “When it is at the command of his sovereign,” interrupted Eulaeus, “the + old courtier may submit, even when youngsters choose to treat him with + contempt.” + </p> + <p> + “That hits us both,” said Publius, turning to Lysias. “Now you may answer + him, I have heard and said enough.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> + <p> + Irene’s foot was not more susceptible to the chafing of a strap than her + spirit to a rough or an unkind word; the Roman’s words and manner had hurt + her feelings. + </p> + <p> + She went towards home with a drooping head and almost crying, but before + she had reached it her eyes fell on the peaches and the roast bird she was + carrying. Her thoughts flew to her sister and how much the famishing girl + would relish so savory a meal; she smiled again, her eyes shone with + pleasure, and she went on her way with a quickened step. It never once + occurred to her that Klea would ask for the violets, or that the young + Roman could be anything more to her sister than any other stranger. + </p> + <p> + She had never had any other companion than Klea, and after work, when + other girls commonly discussed their longings and their agitations and the + pleasures and the torments of love, these two used to get home so utterly + wearied that they wanted nothing but peace and sleep. If they had + sometimes an hour for idle chat Klea ever and again would tell some story + of their old home, and Irene, who even within the solemn walls of the + temple of Serapis sought and found many innocent pleasures, would listen + to her willingly, and interrupt her with questions and with anecdotes of + small events or details which she fancied she remembered of her early + childhood, but which in fact she had first learnt from her sister, though + the force of a lively imagination had made them seem a part and parcel of + her own experience. + </p> + <p> + Klea had not observed Irene’s long absence since, as we know, shortly + after her sister had set out, overpowered by hunger and fatigue she had + fallen asleep. Before her nodding head had finally sunk and her drooping + eyelids had closed, her lips now and then puckered and twitched as if with + grief; then her features grew tranquil, her lips parted softly and a smile + gently lighted up her blushing cheeks, as the breath of spring softly + thaws a frozen blossom. This sleeper was certainly not born for loneliness + and privation, but to enjoy and to keep love and happiness. + </p> + <p> + It was warm and still, very still in the sisters’ little room. The buzz of + a fly was audible now and again, as it flew round the little oil-cup Irene + had left empty, and now and again the breathing of the sleeper, coming + more and more rapidly. Every trace of fatigue had vanished from Klea’s + countenance, her lips parted and pouted as if for a kiss, her cheeks + glowed, and at last she raised both hands as if to defend herself and + stammered out in her dream, “No, no, certainly not—pray, do not! my + love—” Then her arm fell again by her side, and dropping on the + chest on which she was sitting, the blow woke her. She slowly opened her + eyes with a happy smile; then she raised her long silken lashes till her + eyes were open, and she gazed fixedly on vacancy as though something + strange had met her gaze. Thus she sat for some time without moving; then + she started up, pressed her hand on her brow and eyes, and shuddering as + if she had seen something horrible or were shivering with ague, she + murmured in gasps, while she clenched her teeth: + </p> + <p> + “What does this mean? How come I by such thoughts? What demons are these + that make us do and feel things in our dreams which when we are waking we + should drive far, far from our thoughts? I could hate myself, despise and + hate myself for the sake of those dreams since, wretch that I am! I let + him put his arm round me—and no bitter rage—ah! no—something + quite different, something exquisitely sweet, thrilled through my soul.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, she clenched her fists and pressed them against her temples; + then again her arms dropped languidly into her lap, and shaking her head + she went on in an altered and softened voice: + </p> + <p> + “Still-it was only in a dream and—Oh! ye eternal gods—when we + are asleep—well! and what then? Has it come to this; to impure + thoughts I am adding self-deception! No, this dream was sent by no demon, + it was only a distorted reflection of what I felt yesterday and the day + before, and before that even, when the tall stranger looked straight into + my eyes—four times he has done so now—and then—how many + hours ago, gave me the violets. Did I even turn away my face or punish his + boldness with an angry look? Is it not sometimes possible to drive away an + enemy with a glance? I have often succeeded when a man has looked after + us; but yesterday I could not, and I was as wide awake then as I am at + this moment. What does the stranger want with me? What is it he asks with + his penetrating glance, which for days has followed me wherever I turn, + and robs me of peace even in my sleep? Why should I open my eyes—the + gates of the heart—to him? And now the poison poured in through them + is seething there; but I will tear it out, and when Irene comes home I + will tread the violets into the dust, or leave them with her; she will + soon pull them to pieces or leave them to wither miserably—for I + will remain pure-minded, even in my dreams—what have I besides in + the world?” + </p> + <p> + At these words she broke off her soliloquy, for she heard Irene’s voice, a + sound that must have had a favorable effect on her spirit, for she paused, + and the bitter expression her beautiful features had but just now worn + disappeared as she murmured, drawing a deep breath: + </p> + <p> + “I am not utterly bereft and wretched so long as I have her, and can hear + her voice.” + </p> + <p> + Irene, on her road home, had given the modest offerings of the anchorite + Phibis into the charge of one of the temple-servants to lay before the + altar of Serapis, and now as she came into the room she hid the platter + with the Roman’s donation behind her, and while still in the doorway, + called out to her sister: + </p> + <p> + “Guess now, what have I here?” + </p> + <p> + “Bread and dates from Serapion,” replied Klea. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, dear no!” cried the other, holding out the plate to her sister, “the + very nicest dainties, fit for gods and kings. Only feel this peach, does + not it feel as soft as one of little Philo’s cheeks? If I could always + provide such a substitute you would wish I might eat up your breakfast + every day. And now do you know who gave you all this? No, that you will + never guess! The tall Roman gave them me, the same you had the violets + from yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + Klea’s face turned crimson, and she said shortly and decidedly: + </p> + <p> + “How do you know that?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he told me so himself,” replied Irene in a very altered tone, for + her sister’s eyes were fixed upon her with an expression of stern gravity, + such as Irene had never seen in her before. + </p> + <p> + “And where are the violets?” asked Klea. + </p> + <p> + “He took them, and his friend gave me this pomegranate-flower,” stammered + Irene. “He himself wanted to give it me, but the Greek—a handsome, + merry man—would not permit it, and laid the flower there on the + platter. Take it—but do not look at me like that any longer, for I + cannot bear it!” + </p> + <p> + “I do not want it,” said her sister, but not sharply; then, looking down, + she asked in a low voice: “Did the Roman keep the violets?” + </p> + <p> + “He kept—no, Klea—I will not tell you a lie! He flung them + over the house, and said such rough things as he did it, that I was + frightened and turned my back upon him quickly, for I felt the tears + coming into my eyes. What have you to do with the Roman? I feel so + anxious, so frightened—as I do sometimes when a storm is gathering + and I am afraid of it. And how pale your lips are! that comes of long + fasting, no doubt—eat now, as much as you can. But Klea! why do you + look at me so—and look so gloomy and terrible? I cannot bear that + look, I cannot bear it!” + </p> + <p> + Irene sobbed aloud, and her sister went up to her, stroked her soft hair + from her brow, kissed her kindly, and said: + </p> + <p> + “I am not angry with you, child, and did not mean to hurt you. If only I + could cry as you do when clouds overshadow my heart, the blue sky would + shine again with me as soon as it does with you. Now dry your eyes, go up + to the temple, and enquire at what hour we are to go to the + singing-practice, and when the procession is to set out.” + </p> + <p> + Irene obeyed; she went out with downcast eyes, but once out she looked up + again brightly, for she remembered the procession, and it occurred to her + that she would then see again the Roman’s gay acquaintance, and turning + back into the room she laid her pomegranate-blossom in the little bowl out + of which she had formerly taken the violets, kissed her sister as gaily as + ever, and then reflected as to whether she would wear the flower in her + hair or in her bosom. Wear it, at any rate, she must, for she must show + plainly that she knew how to value such a gift. + </p> + <p> + As soon as Klea was alone she seized the trencher with a vehement gesture, + gave the roast bird to the gray cat, who had stolen back into the room, + turning away her head, for the mere smell of the pheasant was like an + insult. Then, while the cat bore off her welcome spoils into a corner, she + clutched a peach and raised her hand to fling it away through a gap in the + roof of the room; but she did not carry out her purpose, for it occurred + to her that Irene and little Philo, the son of the gate-keeper, might + enjoy the luscious fruit; so she laid it back on the dish and took up the + bread, for she was painfully hungry. + </p> + <p> + She was on the point of breaking the golden-brown cake, but acting on a + rapid impulse she tossed it back on the trencher saying to herself: “At + any rate I will owe him nothing; but I will not throw away the gifts of + the gods as he threw away my violets, for that would be a sin. All is over + between him and me, and if he appears to-day in the procession, and if he + chooses to look at me again I will compel my eyes to avoid meeting his—aye, + that I will, and will carry it through. But, Oh eternal gods! and thou + above all, great Serapis, whom I heartily serve, there is another thing I + cannot do without your aid. Help me, oh! help me to forget him, that my + very thoughts may remain pure.” + </p> + <p> + With these words she flung herself on her knees before the chest, pressed + her brow against the hard wood, and strove to pray. + </p> + <p> + Only for one thing did she entreat the gods; for strength to forget the + man who had betrayed her into losing her peace of mind. + </p> + <p> + But just as swift clouds float across the sky, distracting the labors of + the star-gazer, who is striving to observe some remote planet—as the + clatter of the street interrupts again and again some sweet song we fain + would hear, marring it with its harsh discords—so again and again + the image of the young Roman came across Klea’s prayers for release from + that very thought, and at last it seemed to her that she was like a man + who strives to raise a block of stone by the exertion of his utmost + strength, and who weary at last of lifting the stone is crushed to the + earth by its weight; still she felt that, in spite of all her prayers and + efforts, the enemy she strove to keep off only came nearer, and instead of + flying from her, overmastered her soul with a grasp from which she could + not escape. + </p> + <p> + Finally she gave up the unavailing struggle, cooled her burning face with + cold water, and tightened the straps of her sandals to go to the temple; + near the god himself she hoped she might in some degree recover the peace + she could not find here. + </p> + <p> + Just at the door she met Irene, who told her that the singing-practice was + put off, on account of the procession which was fixed for four hours after + noon. And as Klea went towards the temple her sister called after her. + </p> + <p> + “Do not stay too long though, water will be wanted again directly for the + libations.” + </p> + <p> + “Then will you go alone to the work?” asked Klea; “there cannot be very + much wanted, for the temple will soon be empty on account of the + procession. A few jars-full will be enough. There is a cake of bread and a + peach in there for you; I must keep the other for little Philo.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> + <p> + Klea went quickly on towards the temple, without listening to Irene’s + excuses. She paid no heed to the worshippers who filled the forecourt, + praying either with heads bent low or with uplifted arms or, if they were + of Egyptian extraction, kneeling on the smooth stone pavement, for, even + as she entered, she had already begun to turn in supplication to the + divinity. + </p> + <p> + She crossed the great hall of the sanctuary, which was open only to the + initiated and to the temple-servants, of whom she was one. Here all around + her stood a crowd of slender columns, their shafts crowned with gracefully + curved flower calyxes, like stems supporting lilies, over her head she saw + in the ceiling an image of the midnight sky with the bright, unresting and + ever-restful stars; the planets and fixed stars in their golden barks + looked down on her silently. Yes! here were the twilight and stillness + befitting a personal communion with the divinity. + </p> + <p> + The pillars appeared to her fancy like a forest of giant growth, and it + seemed to her that the perfume of the incense emanated from the gorgeous + floral capitals that crowned them; it penetrated her senses, which were + rendered more acute by fasting and agitation, with a sort of intoxication. + Her eyes were raised to heaven, her arms crossed over her bosom as she + traversed this vast hall, and with trembling steps approached a smaller + and lower chamber, where in the furthest and darkest background a curtain + of heavy and costly material veiled the brazen door of the holy of holies. + </p> + <p> + Even she was forbidden to approach this sacred place; but to-day she was + so filled with longing for the inspiring assistance of the god, that she + went on to the holy of holies in spite of the injunction she had never yet + broken, not to approach it. Filled with reverent awe she sank down close + to the door of the sacred chamber, shrinking close into the angle formed + between a projecting door-post and the wall of the great hall. + </p> + <p> + The craving desire to seek and find a power outside us as guiding the path + of our destiny is common to every nation, to every man; it is as surely + innate in every being gifted with reason—many and various as these + are—as the impulse to seek a cause when we perceive an effect, to + see when light visits the earth, or to hear when swelling waves of sound + fall on our ear. Like every other gift, no doubt that of religious + sensibility is bestowed in different degrees on different natures. In Klea + it had always been strongly developed, and a pious mother had cultivated + it by precept and example, while her father always had taught her one + thing only: namely to be true, inexorably true, to others as to herself. + </p> + <p> + Afterwards she had been daily employed in the service of the god whom she + was accustomed to regard as the greatest and most powerful of all the + immortals, for often from a distance she had seen the curtain of the + sanctuary pushed aside, and the statue of Serapis with the Kalathos on his + head, and a figure of Cerberus at his feet, visible in the half-light of + the holy of holies; and a ray of light, flashing through the darkness as + by a miracle, would fall upon his brow and kiss his lips when his goodness + was sung by the priests in hymns of praise. At other times the tapers by + the side of the god would be lighted or extinguished spontaneously. + </p> + <p> + Then, with the other believers, she would glorify the great lord of the + other world, who caused a new sun to succeed each that was extinguished, + and made life grow up out of death; who resuscitated the dead, lifting + them up to be equal with him, if on earth they had reverenced truth and + were found faithful by the judges of the nether world. + </p> + <p> + Truth—which her father had taught her to regard as the best + possession of life—was rewarded by Serapis above all other virtues; + hearts were weighed before him in a scale against truth, and whenever Klea + tried to picture the god in human form he wore the grave and mild features + of her father, and she fancied him speaking in the words and tones of the + man to whom she owed her being, who had been too early snatched from her, + who had endured so much for righteousness’ sake, and from whose lips she + had never heard a single word that might not have beseemed the god + himself. And, as she crouched closely in the dark angle by the holy of + holies, she felt herself nearer to her father as well as to the god, and + accused herself pitilessly, in that unmaidenly longings had stirred her + heart, that she had been insincere to herself and Irene, nay in that if + she could not succeed in tearing the image of the Roman from her heart she + would be compelled either to deceive her sister or to sadden the innocent + and careless nature of the impressionable child, whom she was accustomed + to succor and cherish as a mother might. On her, even apparently light + matters weighed oppressively, while Irene could throw off even grave and + serious things, blowing them off as it were into the air, like a feather. + She was like wet clay on which even the light touch of a butterfly leaves + a mark, her sister like a mirror from which the breath that has dimmed it + instantly and entirely vanishes. + </p> + <p> + “Great God!” she murmured in her prayer, “I feel as if the Roman had + branded my very soul. Help thou me to efface the mark; help me to become + as I was before, so that I may look again in Irene’s eyes without + concealment, pure and true, and that I may be able to say to myself, as I + was wont, that I had thought and acted in such a way as my father would + approve if he could know it.” + </p> + <p> + She was still praying thus when the footsteps and voices of two men + approaching the holy of holies startled her from her devotions; she + suddenly became fully conscious of the fact that she was in a forbidden + spot, and would be severely punished if she were discovered. + </p> + <p> + “Lock that door,” cried one of the new-comers to his companion, pointing + to the door which led from the prosekos into the pillared hall, “none, + even of the initiated, need see what you are preparing here for us—” + </p> + <p> + Klea recognized the voice of the high-priest, and thought for a moment of + stepping forward and confessing her guilt; but, though she did not usually + lack courage, she did not do this, but shrank still more closely into her + hiding-place, which was perfectly dark when the brazen door of the room; + which had no windows, was closed. She now perceived that the curtain and + door were opened which closed the inmost sanctuary, she heard one of the + men twirling the stick which was to produce fire, saw the first gleam of + light from it streaming out of the holy of holies, and then heard the + blows of a hammer and the grating sound of a file. + </p> + <p> + The quiet sanctum was turned into a forge, but noisy as were the + proceedings within, it seemed to Klea that the beating of her own heart + was even louder than the brazen clatter of the tools wielded by Krates; he + was one of the oldest of the priests of Serapis, who was chief in charge + of the sacred vessels, who was wont never to speak to any one but the + high-priest, and who was famous even among his Greek fellow-countrymen for + the skill with which he could repair broken metal-work, make the securest + locks, and work in silver and gold. + </p> + <p> + When the sisters first came into the temple five years since, Irene had + been very much afraid of this man, who was so small as almost to be a + dwarf, broad shouldered and powerfully knit, while his wrinkled face + looked like a piece of rough cork-bark, and he was subject to a painful + complaint in his feet which often prevented his walking; her fears had not + vexed but only amused the priestly smith, who whenever he met the child, + then eleven years old, would turn his lips up to his big red nose, roll + his eyes, and grunt hideously to increase the terror that came over her. + </p> + <p> + He was not ill-natured, but he had neither wife nor child, nor brother, + nor sister, nor friend, and every human being so keenly desires that + others should have some feeling about him, that many a one would rather be + feared than remain unheeded. + </p> + <p> + After Irene had got over her dread she would often entreat the old man—who + was regarded as stern and inaccessible by all the other dwellers in the + temple—in her own engaging and coaxing way to make a face for her, + and he would do it and laugh when the little one, to his delight and her + own, was terrified at it and ran away; and just lately when Irene, having + hurt her foot, was obliged to keep her room for a few days, an unheard of + thing had occurred: he had asked Klea with the greatest sympathy how her + sister was getting on, and had given her a cake for her. + </p> + <p> + While Krates was at his work not a word passed between him and the + high-priest. At length he laid down the hammer, and said: + </p> + <p> + “I do not much like work of this kind, but this, I think, is successful at + any rate. Any temple-servant, hidden here behind the altar, can now light + or extinguish the lamps without the illusion being detected by the + sharpest. Go now and stand at the door of the great hall and speak the + word.” + </p> + <p> + Klea heard the high-priest accede to this request and cry in a chanting + voice: “Thus he commands the night and it becomes day, and the + extinguished taper and lo! it flames with brightness. If indeed thou art + nigh, Oh Serapis! manifest thyself to us.” + </p> + <p> + At these words a bright stream of light flashed from the holy of holies, + and again was suddenly extinguished when the high-priest sang: “Thus + showest thou thyself as light to the children of truth, but dost punish + with darkness the children of lies.” + </p> + <p> + “Again?” asked Krates in a voice which conveyed a desire that the answer + might be ‘No.’ + </p> + <p> + “I must trouble you,” replied the high-priest. “Good! the performance went + much better this time. I was always well assured of your skill; but + consider the particular importance of this affair. The two kings and the + queen will probably be present at the solemnity, certainly Philometor and + Cleopatra will, and their eyes are wide open; then the Roman who has + already assisted four times at the procession will accompany them, and if + I judge him rightly he, like many of the nobles of his nation, is one of + those who can trust themselves when it is necessary to be content with the + old gods of their fathers; and as regards the marvels we are able to + display to them, they do not take them to heart like the poor in spirit, + but measure and weigh them with a cool and unbiassed mind. People of that + stamp, who are not ashamed to worship, who do not philosophize but only + think just so much as is necessary for acting rightly, those are the worst + contemners of every supersensual manifestation.” + </p> + <p> + “And the students of nature in the Museum?” asked Krates. “They believe + nothing to be real that they cannot see and observe.” + </p> + <p> + “And for that very reason,” replied the high-priest, “they are often + singularly easy to deceive by your skill, since, seeing an effect without + a cause, they are inclined to regard the invisible cause as something + supersensual. Now, open the door again and let us get out by the side + door; do you, this time, undertake the task of cooperating with Serapis + yourself. Consider that Philometor will not confirm the donation of the + land unless he quits the temple deeply penetrated by the greatness of our + god. Would it be possible, do you think, to have the new censer ready in + time for the birthday of King Euergetes, which is to be solemnly kept at + Memphis?” + </p> + <p> + “We will see,” replied Krates, “I must first put together the lock of the + great door of the tomb of Apis, for so long as I have it in my workshop + any one can open it who sticks a nail into the hole above the bar, and any + one can shut it inside who pushes the iron bolt. Send to call me before + the performance with the lights begins; I will come in spite of my + wretched feet. As I have undertaken the thing I will carry it out, but for + no other reason, for it is my opinion that even without such means of + deception—” + </p> + <p> + “We use no deception,” interrupted the high-priest, sternly rebuking his + colleague. “We only present to short-sighted mortals the creative power of + the divinity in a form perceptible and intelligible to their senses.” + </p> + <p> + With these words the tall priest turned his back on the smith and quitted + the hall by a side door; Krates opened the brazen door, and as he gathered + together his tools he said to himself, but loud enough for Klea to hear + him distinctly in her hiding-place: + </p> + <p> + “It may be right for me, but deceit is deceit, whether a god deceives a + king or a child deceives a beggar.” + </p> + <p> + “Deceit is deceit,” repeated Klea after the smith when he had left the + hall and she had emerged from her corner. + </p> + <p> + She stood still for a moment and looked round her. For the first time she + observed the shabby colors on the walls, the damage the pillars had + sustained in the course of years, and the loose slabs in the pavement. + </p> + <p> + The sweetness of the incense sickened her, and as she passed by an old man + who threw up his arms in fervent supplication, she looked at him with a + glance of compassion. + </p> + <p> + When she had passed out beyond the pylons enclosing the temple she turned + round, shaking her head in a puzzled way as she gazed at it; for she knew + that not a stone had been changed within the last hour, and yet it looked + as strange in her eyes as some landscape with which we have become + familiar in all the beauty of spring, and see once more in winter with its + trees bare of leaves; or like the face of a woman which we thought + beautiful under the veil which hid it, and which, when the veil is raised, + we see to be wrinkled and devoid of charm. + </p> + <p> + When she had heard the smith’s words, “Deceit is deceit,” she felt her + heart shrink as from a stab, and could not check the tears which started + to her eyes, unused as they were to weeping; but as soon as she had + repeated the stern verdict with her own lips her tears had ceased, and now + she stood looking at the temple like a traveller who takes leave of a dear + friend; she was excited, she breathed more freely, drew herself up taller, + and then turned her back on the sanctuary of Serapis, proudly though with + a sore heart. + </p> + <p> + Close to the gate-keeper’s lodge a child came tottering towards her with + his arms stretched up to her. She lifted him up, kissed him, and then + asked the mother, who also greeted her, for a piece of bread, for her + hunger was becoming intolerable. While she ate the dry morsel the child + sat on her lap, following with his large eyes the motion of her hand and + lips. The boy was about five years old, with legs so feeble that they + could scarcely support the weight of his body, but he had a particularly + sweet little face; certainly it was quite without expression, and it was + only when he saw Klea coming that tiny Philo’s eyes had lighted up with + pleasure. + </p> + <p> + “Drink this milk,” said the child’s mother, offering the young girl an + earthen bowl. “There is not much and I could not spare it if Philo would + eat like other children, but it seems as if it hurt him to swallow. He + drinks two or three drops and eats a mouthful, and then will take no more + even if he is beaten.” + </p> + <p> + “You have not been beating him again?” said Klea reproachfully, and + drawing the child closer to her. “My husband—” said the woman, + pulling at her dress in some confusion. “The child was born on a good day + and in a lucky hour, and yet he is so puny and weak and will not learn to + speak, and that provokes Pianchi.” + </p> + <p> + “He will spoil everything again!” exclaimed Klea annoyed. “Where is he?” + </p> + <p> + “He was wanted in the temple.” + </p> + <p> + “And is he not pleased that Philo calls him ‘father,’ and you ‘mother,’ + and me by my name, and that he learns to distinguish many things?” asked + the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes of course,” said the woman. “He says you are teaching him to + speak just as if he were a starling, and we are very much obliged to you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not what I want,” interrupted Klea. “What I wish is that you + should not punish and scold the boy, and that you should be as glad as I + am when you see his poor little dormant soul slowly waking up. If he goes + on like this, the poor little fellow will be quite sharp and intelligent. + What is my name, my little one?” + </p> + <p> + “Ke-ea,” stammered the child, smiling at his friend. “And now taste this + that I have in my hand; what is it?—I see you know. It is called—whisper + in my ear. That’s right, mil—mil-milk! to be sure, my tiny, it is + milk. Now open your little mouth and say it prettily after me—once + more—and again—say it twelve times quite right and I will give + you a kiss—Now you have earned a pretty kiss—will you have it + here or here? Well, and what is this? your ea-? Yes, your ear. And this?—your + nose, that is right.” + </p> + <p> + The child’s eyes brightened more and more under this gentle teaching, and + neither Klea nor her pupil were weary till, about an hour later, the + re-echoing sound of a brass gong called her away. As she turned to go the + little one ran after her crying; she took him in her arms and carried him + back to his mother, and then went on to her own room to dress herself and + her sister for the procession. On the way to the Pastophorium she recalled + once more her expedition to the temple and her prayer there. + </p> + <p> + “Even before the sanctuary,” said she to herself, “I could not succeed in + releasing my soul from its burden—it was not till I set to work to + loosen the tongue of the poor little child. Every pure spot, it seems to + me, may be the chosen sanctuary of some divinity, and is not an infant’s + soul purer than the altar where truth is mocked at?” + </p> + <p> + In their room she found Irene; she had dressed her hair carefully and + stuck the pomegranate-flower in it, and she asked Klea if she thought she + looked well. + </p> + <p> + “You look like Aphrodite herself,” replied Klea kissing her forehead. Then + she arranged the folds of her sister’s dress, fastened on the ornaments, + and proceeded to dress herself. While she was fastening her sandals Irene + asked her, “Why do you sigh so bitterly?” and Klea replied, “I feel as if + I had lost my parents a second time.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> + <h3> + The procession was over. + </h3> + <p> + At the great service which had been performed before him in the Greek + Serapeum, Ptolemy Philometor had endowed the priests not with the whole + but with a considerable portion of the land concerning which they had + approached him with many petitions. After the court had once more quitted + Memphis and the procession was broken up, the sisters returned to their + room, Irene with crimson cheeks and a smile on her lips, Klea with a + gloomy and almost threatening light in her eyes. + </p> + <p> + As the two were going to their room in silence a temple-servant called to + Klea, desiring her to go with him to the high-priest, who wished to speak + to her. Klea, without speaking, gave her water-jar to Irene and was + conducted into a chamber of the temple, which was used for keeping the + sacred vessels in. There she sat down on a bench to wait. The two men who + in the morning had visited the Pastophorium had also followed in the + procession with the royal family. At the close of the solemnities Publius + had parted from his companion without taking leave, and without looking to + the right or to the left, he had hastened back to the Pastophorium and to + the cell of Serapion, the recluse. + </p> + <p> + The old man heard from afar the younger man’s footstep, which fell on the + earth with a firmer and more decided tread than that of the + softly-stepping priests of Serapis, and he greeted him warmly with signs + and words. + </p> + <p> + Publius thanked him coolly and gravely, and said, dryly enough and with + incisive brevity: + </p> + <p> + “My time is limited. I propose shortly to quit Memphis, but I promised you + to hear your request, and in order to keep my word I have come to see you; + still—as I have said—only to keep my word. The water-bearers + of whom you desired to speak to me do not interest me—I care no more + about them than about the swallows flying over the house yonder.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet this morning you took a long walk for Klea’s sake,” returned + Serapion. + </p> + <p> + “I have often taken a much longer one to shoot a hare,” answered the + Roman. “We men do not pursue our game because the possession of it is any + temptation, but because we love the sport, and there are sporting natures + even among women. Instead of spears or arrows they shoot with flashing + glances, and when they think they have hit their game they turn their back + upon it. Your Klea is one of this sort, while the pretty little one I saw + this morning looks as if she were very ready to be hunted, I however, no + more wish to be the hunter of a young girl than to be her game. I have + still three days to spend in Memphis, and then I shall turn my back + forever on this stupid country.” + </p> + <p> + “This morning,” said Serapion, who began to suspect what the grievance + might be which had excited the discontent implied in the Roman’s speech, + “This morning you appeared to be in less hurry to set out than now, so to + me you seem to be in the plight of game trying to escape; however, I know + Klea better than you do. Shooting is no sport of hers, nor will she let + herself be hunted, for she has a characteristic which you, my friend + Publius Scipio, ought to recognize and value above all others—she is + proud, very proud; aye, and so she may be, scornful as you look—as + if you would like to say ‘how came a water-carrier of Serapis by her + pride, a poor creature who is ill-fed and always engaged in service, pride + which is the prescriptive right only of those, whom privilege raises above + the common herd around them?—But this girl, you may take my word for + it, has ample reason to hold her head high, not only because she is the + daughter of free and noble parents and is distinguished by rare beauty, + not because while she was still a child she undertook, with the devotion + and constancy of the best of mothers, the care of another child—her + own sister, but for a reason which, if I judge you rightly, you will + understand better than many another young man; because she must uphold her + pride in order that among the lower servants with whom unfortunately she + is forced to work, she may never forget that she is a free and noble lady. + You can set your pride aside and yet remain what you are, but if she were + to do so and to learn to feel as a servant, she would presently become in + fact what by nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be. A + fine horse made to carry burdens becomes a mere cart-horse as soon as it + ceases to hold up its head and lift its feet freely. Klea is proud because + she must be proud; and if you are just you will not contemn the girl, who + perhaps has cast a kindly glance at you—since the gods have so made + you that you cannot fail to please any woman—and yet who must repel + your approaches because she feels herself above being trifled with, even + by one of the Cornelia gens, and yet too lowly to dare to hope that a man + like you should ever stoop from your height to desire her for a wife. She + has vexed you, of that there can be no doubt; how, I can only guess. If, + however, it has been through her repellent pride, that ought not to hurt + you, for a woman is like a soldier, who only puts on his armor when he is + threatened by an opponent whose weapons he fears.” + </p> + <p> + The recluse had rather whispered than spoken these words, remembering that + he had neighbors; and as he ceased the drops stood on his brow, for + whenever any thing disturbed him he was accustomed to allow his powerful + voice to be heard pretty loudly, and it cost him no small effort to + moderate it for so long. + </p> + <p> + Publius had at first looked him in the face, and then had gazed at the + ground, and he had heard Serapion to the end without interrupting him; but + the color had flamed in his cheeks as in those of a schoolboy, and yet he + was an independent and resolute youth who knew how to conduct himself in + difficult straits as well as a man in the prime of life. In all his + proceedings he was wont to know very well, exactly what he wanted, and to + do without any fuss or comment whatever he thought right and fitting. + </p> + <p> + During the anchorite’s speech the question had occurred to him, what did + he in fact expect or wish of the water-bearer; but the answer was wanting, + he felt somewhat uncertain of himself, and his uncertainty and + dissatisfaction with himself increased as all that he heard struck him + more and more. He became less and less inclined to let himself be thrown + over by the young girl who for some days had, much against his will, been + constantly in his thoughts, whose image he would gladly have dismissed + from his mind, but who, after the recluse’s speech, seemed more desirable + than ever. “Perhaps you are right,” he replied after a short silence, and + he too lowered his voice, for a subdued tone generally provokes an equally + subdued answer. “You know the maiden better than I, and if you describe + her correctly it would be as well that I should abide by my decision and + fly from Egypt, or, at any rate, from your protegees, since nothing lies + before me but a defeat or a victory, which could bring me nothing but + repentance. Klea avoided my eye to-day as if it shed poison like a viper’s + tooth, and I can have nothing more to do with her: still, might I be + informed how she came into this temple? and if I can be of any service to + her, I will-for your sake. Tell me now what you know of her and what you + wish me to do.” + </p> + <p> + The recluse nodded assent and beckoned Publius to come closer to him, and + bowing down to speak into the Roman’s ear, he said softly: “Are you in + favor with the queen?” Publius, having said that he was, Serapion, with an + exclamation of satisfaction, began his story. + </p> + <p> + “You learned this morning how I myself came into this cage, and that my + father was overseer of the temple granaries. While I was wandering abroad + he was deposed from his office, and would probably have died in prison, if + a worthy man had not assisted him to save his honor and his liberty. All + this does not concern you, and I may therefore keep it to myself; but this + man was the father of Klea and Irene, and the enemy by whose + instrumentality my father suffered innocently was the villain Eulaeus. You + know—or perhaps indeed you may not know—that the priests have + to pay a certain tribute for the king’s maintenance; you know? To be sure, + you Romans trouble yourselves more about matters of law and administration + than the culture of the arts or the subtleties of thought. Well, it was my + father’s duty to pay these customs over to Eulaeus, who received them; but + the beardless effeminate vermin, the glutton—may every peach he ever + ate or ever is to eat turn to poison!—kept back half of what was + delivered to him, and when the accountants found nothing but empty air in + the king’s stores where they hoped to find corn and woven goods, they + raised an alarm, which of course came to the ears of the powerful thief at + court before it reached those of my poor father. You called Egypt a + marvellous country, or something like it; and so in truth it is, not + merely on account of the great piles there that you call Pyramids and such + like, but because things happen here which in Rome would be as impossible + as moonshine at mid-day, or a horse with his tail at the end of his nose! + Before a complaint could be laid against Eulaeus he had accused my father + of the peculation, and before the Epistates and the assessor of the + district had even looked at the indictment, their judgment on the falsely + accused man was already recorded, for Eulaeus had simply bought their + verdict just as a man buys a fish or a cabbage in the market. In olden + times the goddess of justice was represented in this country with her eyes + shut, but now she looks round on the world like a squinting woman who + winks at the king with one eye, and glances with the other at the money in + the hand of the accuser or the accused. My poor father was of course + condemned and thrown into prison, where he was beginning to doubt the + justice of the gods, when for his sake the greatest wonder happened, ever + seen in this land of wonders since first the Greeks ruled in Alexandria. + An honorable man undertook without fear of persons the lost cause of the + poor condemned wretch, and never rested till he had restored him to honor + and liberty. But imprisonment, disgrace and indignation had consumed the + strength of the ill-used man as a worm eats into cedar wood, and he fell + into a decline and died. His preserver, Klea’s father, as the reward of + his courageous action fared even worse; for here by the Nile virtues are + punished in this world, as crimes are with you. Where injustice holds sway + frightful things occur, for the gods seem to take the side of the wicked. + Those who do not hope for a reward in the next world, if they are neither + fools nor philosophers—which often comes to the same thing—try + to guard themselves against any change in this. + </p> + <p> + “Philotas, the father of the two girls, whose parents were natives of + Syracuse, was an adherent of the doctrines of Zeno—which have many + supporters among you at Rome too—and he was highly placed as an + official, for he was president of the Chrematistoi, a college of judges + which probably has no parallel out of Egypt, and which has been kept up + better than any other. It travels about from province to province stopping + in the chief towns to administer justice. When an appeal is brought + against the judgment of the court of justice belonging to any place—over + which the Epistates of the district presides—the case is brought + before the Chrematistoi, who are generally strangers alike to the accuser + and accused; by them it is tried over again, and thus the inhabitants of + the provinces are spared the journey to Alexandria or—since the + country has been divided—to Memphis, where, besides, the supreme + court is overburdened with cases. + </p> + <p> + “No former president of the Chrematistoi had ever enjoyed a higher + reputation than Philotas. Corruption no more dared approach him than a + sparrow dare go near a falcon, and he was as wise as he was just, for he + was no less deeply versed in the ancient Egyptian law than in that of the + Greeks, and many a corrupt judge reconsidered matters as soon as it became + known that he was travelling with the Chrematistoi, and passed a just + instead of an unjust sentence. + </p> + <p> + “Cleopatra, the widow of Epiphanes, while she was living and acting as + guardian of her sons Philometor and Euergetes—who now reign in + Memphis and Alexandria—held Philotas in the highest esteem and + conferred on him the rank of ‘relation to the king’; but she was just dead + when this worthy man took my father’s cause in hand, and procured his + release from prison. + </p> + <p> + “The scoundrel Eulaeus and his accomplice Lenaeus then stood at the height + of power, for the young king, who was not yet of age, let himself be led + by them like a child by his nurse. + </p> + <p> + “Now as my father was an honest man, no one but Eulaeus could be the + rascal, and as the Chrematistoi threatened to call him before their + tribunal the miserable creature stirred up the war in Caelo-Syria against + Antiochus Epiphanes, the king’s uncle. + </p> + <p> + “You know how disgraceful for us was the course of that enterprise, how + Philometor was defeated near Pelusium, and by the advice of Eulaeus + escaped with his treasure to Samothrace, how Philometor’s brother + Euergetes was set up as king in Alexandria, how Antiochus took Memphis, + and then allowed his elder nephew to continue to reign here as though he + were his vassal and ward. + </p> + <p> + “It was during this period of humiliation, that Eulaeus was able to evade + Philotas, whom he may very well have feared, as though his own conscience + walked the earth on two legs in the person of the judge, with the sword of + justice in his hand, and telling all men what a scoundrel he was. + </p> + <p> + “Memphis had opened her gates to Antiochus without offering much + resistance, and the Syrian king, who was a strange man and was fond of + mixing among the people as if he himself were a common man, applied to + Philotas, who was as familiar with Egyptian manners and customs as with + those of Greece, in order that he might conduct him into the halls of + justice and into the market-places; and he made him presents as was his + way, sometimes of mere rubbish and sometimes of princely gifts. + </p> + <p> + “Then when Philometor was freed by the Romans from the protection of the + Syrian king, and could govern in Memphis as an independent sovereign, + Eulaeus accused the father of these two girls of having betrayed Memphis + into the hands of Antiochus, and never rested till the innocent man was + deprived of his wealth, which was considerable, and sent with his wife to + forced labor in the gold mines of Ethiopia. + </p> + <p> + “When all this occurred I had already returned to my cage here; but I + heard from my brother Glaucus—who was captain of the watch in the + palace, and who learned a good many things before other people did—what + was going on out there, and I succeeded in having the daughters of + Philotas secretly brought to this temple, and preserved from sharing their + parents’ fate. That is now five years ago, and now you know how it + happens, that the daughters of a man of rank carry water for the altar of + Serapis, and that I would rather an injury should be done to me than to + them, and that I would rather see Eulaeus eating some poisonous root than + fragrant peaches.” + </p> + <p> + “And is Philotas still working in the mines?” asked the Roman, clenching + his teeth with rage. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Publius,” replied the anchorite. “A ‘yes’ that it is easy to say, + and it is just as easy too to clench one’s fists in indignation—but + it is hard to imagine the torments that must be endured by a man like + Philotas; and a noble and innocent woman—as beautiful as Hera and + Aphrodite in one—when they are driven to hard and unaccustomed labor + under a burning sun by the lash of the overseer. Perhaps by this time they + have been happy enough to die under their sufferings and their daughters + are already orphans, poor children! No one here but the high-priest knows + precisely who they are, for if Eulaeus were to learn the truth he would + send them after their parents as surely as my name is Serapion.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him try it!” cried Publius, raising his right fist threateningly. + </p> + <p> + “Softly, softly, my friend,” said the recluse, “and not now only, but + about everything which you under take in behalf of the sisters, for a man + like Eulaeus hears not only with his own ears but with those of thousand + others, and almost everything that occurs at court has to go through his + hands as epistolographer. You say the queen is well-disposed towards you. + That is worth a great deal, for her husband is said to be guided by her + will, and such a thing as Eulaeus cannot seem particularly estimable in + Cleopatra’s eyes if princesses are like other women—and I know them + well.” + </p> + <p> + “And even if he were,” interrupted Publius with glowing cheeks, “I would + bring him to ruin all the same, for a man like Philotas must not perish, + and his cause henceforth is my own. Here is my hand upon it; and if I am + happy in having descended from a noble race it is above all because the + word of a son of the Cornelii is as good as the accomplished deed of any + other man.” + </p> + <p> + The recluse grasped the right hand the young man gave him and nodded to + him affectionately, his eyes radiant, though moistened with joyful + emotion. Then he hastily turned his back on the young man, and soon + reappeared with a large papyrus-roll in his hand. “Take this,” he said, + handing it to the Roman, “I have here set forth all that I have told you, + fully and truly with my own hand in the form of a petition. Such matters, + as I very well know, are never regularly conducted to an issue at court + unless they are set forth in writing. If the queen seems disposed to grant + you a wish give her this roll, and entreat her for a letter of pardon. If + you can effect this, all is won.” + </p> + <p> + Publius took the roll, and once more gave his hand to the anchorite, who, + forgetting himself for a moment, shouted out in his loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “May the gods bless thee, and by thy means work the release of the noblest + of men from his sufferings! I had quite ceased to hope, but if you come to + our aid all is not yet wholly lost.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> + <h3> + “Pardon me if I disturb you.” + </h3> + <p> + With these words the anchorite’s final speech was interrupted by Eulaeus, + who had come in to the Pastophorium softly and unobserved, and who now + bowed respectfully to Publius. + </p> + <p> + “May I be permitted to enquire on what compact one of the noblest of the + sons of Rome is joining hands with this singular personage?” + </p> + <p> + “You are free to ask,” replied Publius shortly and drily, “but every one + is not disposed to answer, and on the present occasion I am not. I will + bid you farewell, Serapion, but not for long I believe.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I permitted to accompany you?” asked Eulaeus. + </p> + <p> + “You have followed me without any permission on my part.” + </p> + <p> + “I did so by order of the king, and am only fulfilling his commands in + offering you my escort now.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall go on, and I cannot prevent your following me.” + </p> + <p> + “But I beg of you,” said Eulaeus, “to consider that it would ill-become me + to walk behind you like a servant.” + </p> + <p> + “I respect the wishes of my host, the king, who commanded you to follow + me,” answered the Roman. “At the door of the temple however you can get + into your chariot, and I into mine; an old courtier must be ready to carry + out the orders of his superior.” + </p> + <p> + “And does carry them out,” answered Eulaeus with deference, but his eyes + twinkled—as the forked tongue of a serpent is rapidly put out and + still more rapidly withdrawn—with a flash first of threatening + hatred, and then another of deep suspicion cast at the roll the Roman held + in his hand. + </p> + <p> + Publius heeded not this glance, but walked quickly towards the + acacia-grove; the recluse looked after the ill-matched pair, and as he + watched the burly Eulaeus following the young man, he put both his hands + on his hips, puffed out his fat cheeks, and burst into loud laughter as + soon as the couple had vanished behind the acacias. + </p> + <p> + When once Serapion’s midriff was fairly tickled it was hard to reduce it + to calm again, and he was still laughing when Klea appeared in front of + his cell some few minutes after the departure of the Roman. He was about + to receive his young friend with a cheerful greeting, but, glancing at her + face, he cried anxiously; + </p> + <p> + “You look as if you had met with a ghost; your lips are pale instead of + red, and there are dark shades round your eyes. What has happened to you, + child? Irene went with you to the procession, that I know. Have you had + bad news of your parents? You shake your head. Come, child, perhaps you + are thinking of some one more than you ought; how the color rises in your + cheeks! Certainly handsome Publius, the Roman, must have looked into your + eyes—a splendid youth is he—a fine young man—a capital + good fellow—” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more on that subject,” Klea exclaimed, interrupting her friend and + protector, and waving her hand in the air as if to cut off the other half + of Serapion’s speech. “I can hear nothing more about him.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he addressed you unbecomingly?” asked the recluse. + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said Klea, turning crimson, and with a vehemence quite foreign to + her usual gentle demeanor, “yes, he persecutes me incessantly with + challenging looks.” + </p> + <p> + “Only with looks?” said the anchorite. “But we may look even at the + glorious sun and at the lovely flowers as much as we please, and they are + not offended.” + </p> + <p> + “The sun is too high and the soulless flowers too humble for a man to hurt + them,” replied Klea. “But the Roman is neither higher nor lower than I, + the eye speaks as plain a language as the tongue, and what his eyes demand + of me brings the blood to my cheeks and stirs my indignation even now when + I only think of it.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is why you avoid his gaze so carefully?” + </p> + <p> + “Who told you that?” + </p> + <p> + “Publius himself; and because he is wounded by your hard-heartedness he + meant to quit Egypt; but I have persuaded him to remain, for if there is a + mortal living from whom I expect any good for you and yours—” + </p> + <p> + “It is certainly not he,” said Klea positively. “You are a man, and + perhaps you now think that so long as you were young and free to wander + about the world you would not have acted differently from him—it is + a man’s privilege; but if you could look into my soul or feel with the + heart of a woman, you would think differently. Like the sand of the desert + which is blown over the meadows and turns all the fresh verdure to a + hideous brown-like a storm that transforms the blue mirror of the sea into + a crisped chaos of black whirl pools and foaming ferment, this man’s + imperious audacity has cruelly troubled my peace of heart. Four times his + eyes pursued me in the processions; yesterday I still did not recognize my + danger, but to-day—I must tell you, for you are like a father to me, + and who else in the world can I confide in?—to-day I was able to + avoid his gaze, and yet all through long endless hours of the festival I + felt his eyes constantly seeking mine. I should have been certain I was + under no delusion, even if Publius Scipio—but what business has his + name on my lips?—even if the Roman had not boasted to you of his + attacks on a defenceless girl. And to think that you, you of all others, + should have become his ally! But you would not, no indeed you would not, + if you knew how I felt at the procession while I was looking down at the + ground, and knew that his very look desecrated me like the rain that + washed all the blossoms off the young vine-shoots last year. It was just + as if he were drawing a net round my heart—but, oh! what a net! It + was as if the flax on a distaff had been set on fire, and the flames spun + out into thin threads, and the meshes knotted of the fiery yarn. I felt + every thread and knot burning into my soul, and could not cast it off nor + even defend myself. Aye! you may look grieved and shake your head, but so + it was, and the scars hurt me still with a pain I cannot utter.” + </p> + <p> + “But Klea,” interrupted Serapion, “you are quite beside yourself—like + one possessed. Go to the temple and pray, or, if that is of no avail, go + to Asclepios or Anubis and have the demon cast out.” + </p> + <p> + “I need none of your gods!” answered the girl in great agitation. “Oh! I + wish you had left me to my fate, and that we had shared the lot of our + parents, for what threatens us here is more frightful than having to sift + gold-dust in the scorching sun, or to crush quartz in mortars. I did not + come to you to speak about the Roman, but to tell you what the high-priest + had just disclosed to me since the procession ended.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” asked Serapion eager and almost frightened, stretching out his + neck to put his head near to the girl’s, and opening his eyes so wide that + the loose skin below them almost disappeared. + </p> + <p> + “First he told me,” replied Klea, “how meagrely the revenues of the temple + are supplied—” + </p> + <p> + “That is quite true,” interrupted the anchorite, “for Antiochus carried + off the best part of its treasure; and the crown, which always used to + have money to spare for the sanctuaries of Egypt, now loads our estates + with heavy tribute; but you, as it seems to me, were kept scantily enough, + worse than meanly, for, as I know—since it passed through my hands—a + sum was paid to the temple for your maintenance which would have sufficed + to keep ten hungry sailors, not speak of two little pecking birds like + you, and besides that you do hard service without any pay. Indeed it would + be a more profitable speculation to steal a beggar’s rags than to rob you! + Well, what did the high-priest want?” + </p> + <p> + “He says that we have been fed and protected by the priesthood for five + years, that now some danger threatens the temple on our account, and that + we must either quit the sanctuary or else make up our minds to take the + place of the twin-sisters Arsinoe and Doris who have hitherto been + employed in singing the hymns of lamentation, as Isis and Nephthys, by the + bier of the deceased god on the occasion of the festivals of the dead, and + in pouring out the libations with wailing and outcries when the bodies + were brought into the temple to be blessed. These maidens, Asclepiodorus + says, are now too old and ugly for these duties, but the temple is bound + to maintain them all their lives. The funds of the temple are insufficient + to support two more serving maidens besides them and us, and so Arsinoe + and Doris are only to pour out the libations for the future, and we are to + sing the laments, and do the wailing.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are not twins!” cried Serapion. “And none but twins—so say + the ordinances—may mourn for Osiris as Isis and Neplithys.” + </p> + <p> + “They will make twins of us!” said Klea with a scornful turn of her lip. + “Irene’s hair is to be dyed black like mine, and the soles of her sandals + are to be made thicker to make her as tall as I am.” + </p> + <p> + “They would hardly succeed in making you smaller than you are, and it is + easier to make light hair dark than dark hair light,” said Serapion with + hardly suppressed rage. “And what answer did you give to these exceedingly + original proposals?” + </p> + <p> + “The only one I could very well give. I said no—but I declared + myself ready, not from fear, but because we owe much to the temple, to + perform any other service with Irene, only not this one.” + </p> + <p> + “And Asclepiodorus?” + </p> + <p> + “He said nothing unkind to me, and preserved his calm and polite demeanor + when I contradicted him, though he fixed his eyes on me several times in + astonishment as if he had discovered in me something quite new and + strange. At last he went on to remind me how much trouble the temple + singing-master had taken with us, how well my low voice went with Irene’s + high one, how much applause we might gain by a fine performance of the + hymns of lamentation, and how he would be willing, if we undertook the + duties of the twin-sisters, to give us a better dwelling and more abundant + food. I believe he has been trying to make us amenable by supplying us + badly with food, just as falcons are trained by hunger. Perhaps I am doing + him an injustice, but I feel only too much disposed to-day to think the + worst of him and of the other fathers. Be that as it may; at any rate he + made me no further answer when I persisted in my refusal, but dismissed me + with an injunction to present myself before him again in three days’ time, + and then to inform him definitively whether I would conform to his wishes, + or if I proposed to leave the temple. I bowed and went towards the door, + and was already on the threshold when he called me back once more, and + said: ‘Remember your parents and their fate!’ He spoke solemnly, almost + threateningly, but he said no more and hastily turned his back on me. What + could he mean to convey by this warning? Every day and every hour I think + of my father and mother, and keep Irene in mind of them.” + </p> + <p> + The recluse at these words sat muttering thoughtfully to himself for a few + minutes with a discontented air; then he said gravely: + </p> + <p> + “Asclepiodorus meant more by his speech than you think. Every sentence + with which he dismisses a refractory subordinate is a nut of which the + shell must be cracked in order to get at the kernel. When he tells you to + remember your parents and their sad fate, such words from his lips, and + under the present circumstances, can hardly mean anything else than this: + that you should not forget how easily your father’s fate might overtake + you also, if once you withdrew yourselves from the protection of the + temple. It was not for nothing that Asclepiodorus—as you yourself + told me quite lately, not more than a week ago I am sure—reminded + you how often those condemned to forced labor in the mines had their + relations sent after them. Ah! child, the words of Asclepiodorus have a + sinister meaning. The calmness and pride, with which you look at me make + me fear for you, and yet, as you know, I am not one of the timid and + tremulous. Certainly what they propose to you is repulsive enough, but + submit to it; it is to be hoped it will not be for long. Do it for my sake + and for that of poor Irene, for though you might know how to assert your + dignity and take care of yourself outside these walls in the rough and + greedy world, little Irene never could. And besides, Klea, my sweetheart, + we have now found some one, who makes your concerns his, and who is great + and powerful—but oh! what are three clays? To think of seeing you + turned out—and then that you may be driven with a dissolute herd in + a filthy boat down to the burning south, and dragged to work which kills + first the soul and then the body! No, it is not possible! You will never + let this happen to me—and to yourself and Irene; no, my darling, no, + my pet, my sweetheart, you cannot, you will not do so. Are you not my + children, my daughters, my only joy? and you, would you go away, and leave + me alone in my cage, all because you are so proud!” + </p> + <p> + The strong man’s voice failed him, and heavy drops fell from his eyes one + after another down his beard, and on to Klea’s arm, which he had grasped + with both hands. + </p> + <p> + The girl’s eyes too were dim with a mist of warm tears when she saw her + rough friend weeping, but she remained firm and said, as she tried to free + her hand from his: + </p> + <p> + “You know very well, father Serapion, that there is much to tie me to this + temple; my sister, and you, and the door-keeper’s child, little Philo. It + would be cruel, dreadful to have to leave you; but I would rather endure + that and every other grief than allow Irene to take the place of Arsinoe + or the black Doris as wailing woman. Think of that bright child, painted + and kneeling at the foot of a bier and groaning and wailing in mock + sorrow! She would become a living lie in human form, an object of loathing + to herself, and to me—who stand in the place of a mother to her—from + morning till night a martyrizing reproach! But what do I care about myself—I + would disguise myself as the goddess without even making a wry face, and + be led to the bier, and wail and groan so that every hearer would be cut + to the heart, for my soul is already possessed by sorrow; it is like the + eyes of a man, who has gone blind from the constant flow of salt tears. + Perhaps singing the hymns of lamentation might relieve my soul, which is + as full of sorrow as an overbrimming cup; but I would rather that a cloud + should for ever darken the sun, that mists should hide every star from my + eyes, and the air I breathe be poisoned by black smoke than disguise her + identity, and darken her soul, or let her clear laugh be turned to shrieks + of lamentation, and her fresh and childlike spirit be buried in gloomy + mourning. Sooner will I go way with her and leave even you, to perish with + my parents in misery and anguish than see that happen, or suffer it for a + moment.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke Serapion covered his face with his hands, and Klea, hastily + turning away from him, with a deep sigh returned to her room. + </p> + <p> + Irene was accustomed when she heard her step to hasten to meet her, but + to-day no one came to welcome her, and in their room, which was beginning + to be dark as twilight fell, she did not immediately catch sight of her + sister, for she was sitting all in a heap in a corner of the room, her + face hidden, in her hands and weeping quietly. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter?” asked Klea, going tenderly up to the weeping child, + over whom she bent, endeavoring to raise her. + </p> + <p> + “Leave me,” said Irene sobbing; she turned away from her sister with an + impatient gesture, repelling her caress like a perverse child; and then, + when Klea tried to soothe her by affectionately stroking her hair, she + sprang up passionately exclaiming through her tears: + </p> + <p> + “I could not help crying—and, from this hour, I must always have to + cry. The Corinthian Lysias spoke to me so kindly after the procession, and + you—you don’t care about me at all and leave me alone all this time + in this nasty dusty hole! I declare I will not endure it any longer, and + if you try to keep me shut up, I will run away from this temple, for + outside it is all bright and pleasant, and here it is dingy and horrid!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> + <p> + In the very midst of the white wall with its bastions and ramparts, which + formed the fortifications of Memphis, stood the old palace of the kings, a + stately structure built of bricks, recently plastered, and with courts, + corridors, chambers and halls without number, and veranda-like + out-buildings of gayly-painted wood, and a magnificent pillared + banqueting-hall in the Greek style. It was surrounded by verdurous + gardens, and a whole host of laborers tended the flower-beds and shady + alleys, the shrubs and the trees; kept the tanks clean and fed the fish in + them; guarded the beast-garden, in which quadrupeds of every kind, from + the heavy-treading elephant to the light-footed antelope, were to be seen, + associated with birds innumerable of every country and climate. + </p> + <p> + A light white vapor rose from the splendidly fitted bath-house, loud + barkings resounded from the dog-kennels, and from the long array of open + stables came the neighing of horses with the clatter and stamp of hoofs, + and the rattle of harness and chains. A semicircular building of new + construction adjoining the old palace was the theatre, and many large + tents for the bodyguard, for ambassadors and scribes, as well as others, + serving as banqueting-halls for the various court-officials, stood both + within the garden and outside its enclosing walls. A large space leading + from the city itself to the royal citadel was given up to the soldiers, + and there, by the side of the shady court-yards, were the houses of the + police-guard and the prisons. Other soldiers were quartered in tents close + to the walls of the palace itself. The clatter of their arms and the words + of command, given in Greek, by their captain, sounded out at this + particular instant, and up into the part of the buildings occupied by the + queen; and her apartments were high up, for in summer time Cleopatra + preferred to live in airy tents, which stood among the broad-leaved trees + of the south and whole groves of flowering shrubs, on the level roof of + the palace, which was also lavishly decorated with marble statues. There + was only one way of access to this retreat, which was fitted up with regal + splendor; day and night it was fanned by currents of soft air, and no one + could penetrate uninvited to disturb the queen’s retirement, for veteran + guards watched at the foot of the broad stair that led to the roof, chosen + from the Macedonian “Garde noble,” and owing as implicit obedience to + Cleopatra as to the king himself. This select corps was now, at sunset, + relieving guard, and the queen could hear the words spoken by the officers + in command and the clatter of the shields against the swords as they + rattled on the pavement, for she had come out of her tent into the open + air, and stood gazing towards the west, where the glorious hues of the + sinking sun flooded the bare, yellow limestone range of the Libyan hills, + with their innumerable tombs and the separate groups of pyramids; while + the wonderful coloring gradually tinged with rose-color the light silvery + clouds that hovered in the clear sky over the valley of Memphis, and edged + them as with a rile of living gold. + </p> + <p> + The queen stepped out of her tent, accompanied by a young Greek girl—the + fair Zoe, daughter of her master of the hunt Zenodotus, and Cleopatra’s + favorite lady-in-waiting—but though she looked towards the west, she + stood unmoved by the magic of the glorious scene before her; she screened + her eyes with her hand to shade them from the blinding rays, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Where can Cornelius be staying! When we mounted our chariots before the + temple he had vanished, and as far as I can see the road in the quarters + of Sokari and Serapis I cannot discover his vehicle, nor that of Eulaeus + who was to accompany him. It is not very polite of him to go off in this + way without taking leave; nay, I could call it ungrateful, since I had + proposed to tell him on our way home all about my brother Euergetes, who + has arrived to-day with his friends. They are not yet acquainted, for + Euergetes was living in Cyrene when Publius Cornelius Scipio landed in + Alexandria. Stay! do you see a black shadow out there by the vineyard at + Kakem; That is very likely he; but no—you are right, it is only some + birds, flying in a close mass above the road. Can you see nothing more? + No!—and yet we both have sharp young eyes. I am very curious to know + whether Publius Scipio will like Euergetes. There can hardly be two beings + more unlike, and yet they have some very essential points in common.” + </p> + <p> + “They are both men,” interrupted Zoe, looking at the queen as if she + expected cordial assent to this proposition. + </p> + <p> + “So they are,” said Cleopatra proudly. “My brother is still so young that, + if he were not a king’s son, he would hardly have outgrown the stage of + boyhood, and would be a lad among other Epheboi,—[Youths above 18 + were so called]—and yet among the oldest there is hardly a man who + is his superior in strength of will and determined energy. Already, before + I married Philometor, he had clutched Alexandria and Cyrene, which by + right should belong to my husband, who is the eldest of us three, and that + was not very brotherly conduct—and indeed we had other grounds for + being angry with him; but when I saw him again for the first time after + nine months of separation I was obliged to forget them all, and welcome + him as though he had done nothing but good to me and his brother—who + is my husband, as is the custom of the families of Pharaohs and the usage + of our race. He is a young Titan, and no one would be astonished if he one + day succeeded in piling Pelion upon Ossa. I know well enough how wild he + can often be, how unbridled and recalcitrant beyond all bounds; but I can + easily pardon him, for the same bold blood flows in my own veins, and at + the root of all his excesses lies power, genuine and vigorous power. And + this innate pith and power are just the very thing we most admire in men, + for it is the one gift which the gods have dealt out to us with a less + liberal hand than to men. Life indeed generally dams its overflowing + current, but I doubt whether this will be the case with the stormy torrent + of his energy; at any rate men such as he is rush swiftly onwards, and are + strong to the end, which sooner or later is sure to overtake them; and I + infinitely prefer such a wild torrent to a shallow brook flowing over a + plain, which hurts no one, and which in order to prolong its life loses + itself in a misty bog. He, if any one, may be forgiven for his tumultuous + career; for when he pleases my brother’s great qualities charm old and + young alike, and are as conspicuous and as remarkable as his faults—nay, + I will frankly say his crimes. And who in Greece or Egypt surpasses him in + grasp and elevation of mind?” + </p> + <p> + “You may well be proud of him,” replied Zoe. “Not even Publius Scipio + himself can soar to the height reached by Euergetes.” + </p> + <p> + “But, on the other hand, Euergetes is not gifted with the steady, calm + self-reliance of Cornelius. The man who should unite in one person the + good qualities of those two, need yield the palm, as it seems to me, not + even to a god!” + </p> + <p> + “Among us imperfect mortals he would indeed be the only perfect one,” + replied Zoe. “But the gods could not endure the existence of a perfect + man, for then they would have to undertake the undignified task of + competing with one of their own creatures.” + </p> + <p> + “Here, however, comes one whom no one can accuse!” cried the young queen, + as she hastened to meet a richly dressed woman, older than herself, who + came towards her leading her son, a pale child of two years old. She bent + down to the little one, tenderly but with impetuous eagerness, and was + about to clasp him in her arms, but the fragile child, which at first had + smiled at her, was startled; he turned away from her and tried to hide his + little face in the dress of his nurse—a lady of rank-to whom he + clung with both hands. The queen threw herself on her knees before him, + took hold of his shoulder, and partly by coaxing and partly by insistence + strove to induce him to quit the sheltering gown and to turn to her; but + although the lady, his wet-nurse, seconded her with kind words of + encouragement, the terrified child began to cry, and resisted his mother’s + caresses with more and more vehemence the more passionately she tried to + attract and conciliate him. At last the nurse lifted him up, and was about + to hand him to his mother, but the wilful little boy cried more than + before, and throwing his arms convulsively round his nurse’s neck he broke + into loud cries. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of this rather unbecoming struggle of the mother against the + child’s obstinacy, the clatter of wheels and of horses’ hoofs rang through + the court-yard of the palace, and hardly had the sound reached the queen’s + ears than she turned away from the screaming child, hurried to the parapet + of the roof, and called out to Zoe: + </p> + <p> + “Publius Scipio is here; it is high time that I should dress for the + banquet. Will that naughty child not listen to me at all? Take him away, + Praxinoa, and understand distinctly that I am much dissatisfied with you. + You estrange my own child from me to curry favor with the future king. + That is base, or else it proves that you have no tact, and are incompetent + for the office entrusted to you. The office of wet-nurse you duly + fulfilled, but I shall now look out for another attendant for the boy. Do + not answer me! no tears! I have had enough of that with the child’s + screaming.” With these words, spoken loudly and passionately, she turned + her back on Praxinoa—the wife of a distinguished Macedonian noble, + who stood as if petrified—and retired into her tent, where branched + lamps had just been placed on little tables of elegant workmanship. Like + all the other furniture in the queen’s dressing-tent these were made of + gleaming ivory, standing out in fine relief from the tent-cloth which was + sky-blue woven with silver lilies and ears of corn, and from the + tiger-skins which covered all the cushions, while white woollen carpets, + bordered with a waving scroll in blue, were spread on the ground. + </p> + <p> + The queen threw herself on a seat in front of her dressing-table, and sat + staring at herself in a mirror, as if she now saw her face and her + abundant, reddish-fair hair for the first time; then she said, half + turning to Zoe and half to her favorite Athenian waiting-maid, who stood + behind her with her other women: + </p> + <p> + “It was folly to dye my dark hair light; but now it may remain so, for + Publius Scipio, who has no suspicion of our arts, thought this color + pretty and uncommon, and never will know its origin. That Egyptian + headdress with the vulture’s head which the king likes best to see me in, + the young Greek Lysias and the Roman too, call barbaric, and so every one + must call it who is not interested in the Egyptians. But to-night we are + only ourselves, so I will wear the chaplet of golden corn with sapphire + grapes. Do you think, Zoe, that with that I could wear the dress of + transparent bombyx silk that came yesterday from Cos? But no, I will not + wear that, for it is too slight a tissue, it hides nothing and I am now + too thin for it to become me. All the lines in my throat show, and my + elbows are quite sharp—altogether I am much thinner. That comes of + incessant worry, annoyance, and anxiety. How angry I was yesterday at the + council, because my husband will always give way and agree and try to be + pleasant; whenever a refusal is necessary I have to interfere, unwilling + as I am to do it, and odious as it is to me always to have to stir up + discontent, disappointment, and disaffection, to take things on myself and + to be regarded as hard and heartless in order that my husband may preserve + undiminished the doubtful glory of being the gentlest and kindest of men + and princes. My son’s having a will of his own leads to agitating scenes, + but even that is better than that Philopator should rush into everybody’s + arms. The first thing in bringing up a boy should be to teach him to say + ‘no.’ I often say ‘yes’ myself when I should not, but I am a woman, and + yielding becomes us better than refusal—and what is there of greater + importance to a woman than to do what becomes her best, and to seem + beautiful? + </p> + <p> + “I will decide on this pale dress, and put over it the net-work of gold + thread with sapphire knots; that will go well with the head-dress. Take + care with your comb, Thais, you are hurting me! Now—I must not + chatter any more. Zoe, give me the roll yonder; I must collect my thoughts + a little before I go down to talk among men at the banquet. When we have + just come from visiting the realm of death and of Serapis, and have been + reminded of the immortality of the soul and of our lot in the next world, + we are glad to read through what the most estimable of human thinkers has + said concerning such things. Begin here, Zoe.” + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra’s companion, thus addressed, signed to the unoccupied + waiting-women to withdraw, seated herself on a low cushion opposite the + queen, and began to read with an intelligent and practised intonation; the + reading went on for some time uninterrupted by any sound but the clink of + metal ornaments, the rustle of rich stuffs, the trickle of oils or + perfumes as they were dropped into the crystal bowls, the short and + whispered questions of the women who were attiring the queen, or + Cleopatra’s no less low and rapid answers. + </p> + <p> + All the waiting-women not immediately occupied about the queen’s person—perhaps + twenty in all, young and old-ranged themselves along the sides of the + great tent, either standing or sitting on the ground or on cushions, and + awaiting the moment when it should be their turn to perform some service, + as motionless as though spellbound by the mystical words of a magician. + They only made signs to each other with their eyes and fingers, for they + knew that the queen did not choose to be disturbed when she was being read + to, and that she never hesitated to cast aside anything or anybody that + crossed her wishes or inclinations, like a tight shoe or a broken + lutestring. + </p> + <p> + Her features were irregular and sharp, her cheekbones too strongly + developed, and the lips, behind which her teeth gleamed pearly + white-though too widely set—were too full; still, so long as she + exerted her great powers of concentration, and listened with flashing + eyes, like those of a prophetess, and parted lips to the words of Plato, + her face had worn an indescribable glow of feeling, which seemed to have + come upon her from a higher and better world, and she had looked far more + beautiful than now when she was fully dressed, and when her women crowded + round leer—Zoe having laid aside the Plato—with loud and + unmeasured flattery. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra delighted in being thus feted, and, in order to enjoy the + adulation of a throng, she would always when dressing have a great number + of women to attend her toilet; mirrors were held up to her on every side, + a fold set right, and the jewelled straps of her sandals adjusted. + </p> + <p> + One praised the abundance of her hair, another the slenderness of her + form, the slimness of her ankles, and the smallness of her tiny hands and + feet. One maiden remarked to another—but loud enough to be heard—on + the brightness of her eyes which were clearer than the sapphires on her + brow, while the Athenian waiting-woman, Thais, declared that Cleopatra had + grown fatter, for her golden belt was less easy to clasp than it had been + ten days previously. + </p> + <p> + The queen presently signed to Zoe, who threw a little silver ball into a + bowl of the same metal, elaborately wrought and decorated, and in a few + minutes the tramp of the body-guard was audible outside the door of the + tent. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra went out, casting a rapid glance over the roof—now + brightly illuminated with cressets and torches—and the white marble + statues that gleamed out in relief against the dark clumps of shrubs; and + then, without even looking at the tent where her children were asleep, she + approached the litter, which had been brought up to the roof for her by + the young Macedonian nobles. Zoe and Thais assisted her to mount into it, + and her ladies, waiting-women, and others who had hurried out of the other + tents, formed a row on each side of the way, and hailed their mistress + with loud cries of admiration and delight as she passed by, lifted high + above them all on the shoulders of her bearers. The diamonds in the handle + of her feather-fan sparkled brightly as Cleopatra waved a gracious adieu + to her women, an adieu which did not fail to remind them how infinitely + beneath her were those she greeted. Every movement of her hand was full of + regal pride, and her eyes, unveiled and untempered, were radiant with a + young woman’s pleasure in a perfect toilet, with satisfaction in her own + person, and with the anticipation of the festive hours before her. + </p> + <p> + The litter disappeared behind the door of the broad steps that led up to + the roof, and Thais, sighing softly, said to herself, “If only for once I + could ride through the air in just such a pretty shell of colored and + shining mother-of-pearl, like a goddess! carried aloft by young men, and + hailed and admired by all around me! High up there the growing Selene + floats calmly and silently by the tiny stars, and just so did she ride + past in her purple robe with her torch-bearers and flames and lights-past + us humble creatures, and between the tents to the banquet—and to + what a banquet, and what guests! Everything up here greets her with + rejoicing, and I could almost fancy that among those still marble statues + even the stern face of Zeno had parted its lips, and spoken flattering + words to her. And yet poor little Zoe, and the fair-haired Lysippa, and + the black-haired daughter of Demetrius, and even I, poor wretch, should be + handsomer, far handsomer than she, if we could dress ourselves with fine + clothes and jewels for which kings would sell their kingdoms; if we could + play Aphrodite as she does, and ride off in a shell borne aloft on + emerald-green glass to look as if it were floating on the waves; if + dolphins set with pearls and turquoises served us for a footstool, and + white ostrich-plumes floated over our heads, like the silvery clouds that + float over Athens in the sky of a fine spring day. The transparent tissue + that she dared not put on would well become me! If only that were true + which Zoe was reading yesterday, that the souls of men were destined to + visit the earth again and again in new forms! Then perhaps mine might some + day come into the world in that of a king’s child. I should not care to be + a prince, so much is expected of him, but a princess indeed! That would be + lovely!” + </p> + <p> + These and such like were Thais’ dreams, while Zoe stood outside the tent + of the royal children with her cousin, the chief-attendant of prince + Philopator, carrying on an eager conversation in a low tone. The child’s + nurse from time to time dried her eyes and sobbed bitterly as she said: + “My own baby, my other children, my husband and our beautiful house in + Alexandria—I left them all to suckle and rear a prince. I have + sacrificed happiness, freedom, and my nights’-sleep for the sake of the + queen and of this child, and how am I repaid for all this? As if I were a + lowborn wench instead of the daughter and wife of noble men; this woman, + half a child still, scarcely yet nineteen, dismisses me from her service + before you and all her ladies every ten days! And why? Because the + ungoverned blood of her race flows in her son’s veins, and because he does + not rush into the arms of a mother who for days does not ask for him at + all, and never troubles herself about him but in some idle moment when she + has gratified every other whim. Princes distribute favor or disgrace with + justice only so long as they are children. The little one understands very + well what I am to him, and sees what Cleopatra is. If I could find it in + my heart to ill-use him in secret, this mother—who is not fit to be + a mother—would soon have her way. Hard as it would be to me so soon + to leave the poor feeble little child, who has grown as dear to my soul as + my own—aye and closer, even closer, as I may well say—this + time I will do it, even at the risk of Cleopatra’s plunging us into ruin, + my husband and me, as she has done to so many who have dared to contravene + her will.” + </p> + <p> + The wet-nurse wept aloud, but Zoe laid her hand on the distressed woman’s + shoulder, and said soothingly: “I know you have more to submit to from + Cleopatra’s humors than any of us all, but do not be overhasty. Tomorrow + she will send you a handsome present, as she so often has done after being + unkind; and though she vexes and hurts you again and again, she will try + to make up for it again and again till, when this year is over, your + attendance on the prince will be at an end, and you can go home again to + your own family. We all have to practise patience; we live like people + dwelling in a ruinous house with to-day a stone and to-morrow a beam + threatening to fall upon our heads. If we each take calmly whatever + befalls us our masters try to heal our wounds, but if we resist may the + gods have mercy on us! for Cleopatra is like a strung bow, which sets the + arrow flying as soon as a child, a mouse, a breath of air even touches it—like + an over-full cup which brims over if a leaf, another drop, a single tear + falls into it. We should, any one of us, soon be worn out by such a life, + but she needs excitement, turmoil and amusement at every hour. She comes + home late from a feast, spends barely six hours in disturbed slumber, and + has hardly rested so long as it takes a pebble to fall to the ground from + a crane’s claw before we have to dress her again for another meal. From + the council-board she goes to hear some learned discourse, from her books + in the temple to sacrifice and prayer, from the sanctuary to the workshops + of artists, from pictures and statues to the audience-chamber, from a + reception of her subjects and of foreigners to her writing-room, from + answering letters to a procession and worship once more, from the sacred + services back again to her dressing-tent, and there, while she is being + attired she listens to me while I read the most profound works—and + how she listens! not a word escapes her, and her memory retains whole + sentences. Amid all this hurry and scurry her spirit must need be like a + limb that is sore from violent exertion, and that is painfully tender to + every rough touch. We are to her neither more nor less than the wretched + flies which we hit at when they trouble us, and may the gods be merciful + to those on whom this queen’s hand may fall! Euergetes cleaves with the + sword all that comes in his way. Cleopatra stabs with the dagger, and her + hand wields the united power of her own might and of her yielding + husband’s. Do not provoke her. Submit to what you cannot avert; just as I + never complain when, if I make a mistake in reading, she snatches the book + from my hand, or flings it at my feet. But I, of course, have only myself + to fear for, and you have your husband and children as well.” + </p> + <p> + Praxinoa bowed her head at these words in sad assent, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for those words! I always think only from my heart, and you + mostly from your head. You are right, this time again there is nothing for + me to do but to be patient; but when I have fulfilled the duties here, + which I undertook, and am at home again, I will offer a great sacrifice to + Asclepias and Hygiea, like a person recovered from a severe illness; and + one thing I know: that I would rather be a poor girl, grinding at a mill, + than change with this rich and adored queen who, in order to enjoy her + life to the utmost, carelessly and restlessly hurries past all that our + mortal lot has best to offer. Terrible, hideous to me seems such an + existence with no rest in it! and the heart of a mother which is so much + occupied with other things that she cannot win the love of her child, + which blossoms for every hired nurse, must be as waste as the desert! + Rather would I endure anything—everything—with patience than + be such a queen!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> + <p> + “What! No one to come to meet me?” asked the queen, as she reached the + foot of the last flight of porphyry steps that led into the ante-chamber + to the banqueting-hall, and, looking round, with an ominous glance, at the + chamberlains who had accompanied her, she clinched her small fist. “I + arrive and find no one here!” + </p> + <p> + The “No one” certainly was a figure of speech, since more than a hundred + body-guards-Macedonians in rich array of arms-and an equal number of + distinguished court-officials were standing on the marble flags of the + vast hall, which was surrounded by colonnades, while the star-spangled + night-sky was all its roof; and the court-attendants were all men of rank, + dignified by the titles of fathers, brothers, relatives, friends and + chief-friends of the king. + </p> + <p> + These all received the queen with a many-voiced “Hail!” but not one of + them seemed worthy of Cleopatra’s notice. This crowd was less to her than + the air we breathe in order to live—a mere obnoxious vapor, a whirl + of dust which the traveller would gladly avoid, but which he must + nevertheless encounter in order to proceed on his way. + </p> + <p> + The queen had expected that the few guests, invited by her selection and + that of her brother Euergetes to the evening’s feast, would have welcomed + her here at the steps; she thought they would have seen her—as she + felt herself—like a goddess borne aloft in her shell, and that she + might have exulted in the admiring astonishment of the Roman and of + Lysias, the Corinthian: and now the most critical instant in the part she + meant to play that evening had proved a failure, and it suggested itself + to her mind that she might be borne back to her roof-tent, and be floated + down once more when she was sure of the presence of the company. But there + was one thing she dreaded more even than pain and remorse, and that was + any appearance of the ridiculous; so she only commanded the bearers to + stand still, and while the master of the ceremonies, waiving his dignity, + hurried off to announce to her husband that she was approaching, she + signed to the nobles highest in rank to approach, that she might address a + few gracious words to them, with distant amiability. Only a few however, + for the doors of thyia wood leading into the banqueting hall itself, + presently opened, and the king with his friends came forward to meet + Cleopatra. + </p> + <p> + “How were we to expect you so early?” cried Philometor to his wife. + </p> + <p> + “Is it really still early?” asked the queen, “or have I only taken you by + surprise, because you had forgotten to expect me?” + </p> + <p> + “How unjust you are!” replied the king. “Must you now be told that, come + as early as you will, you always come too late for my desires.” + </p> + <p> + “But for ours,” cried Lysias, “neither too early nor too late, but at the + very right time—like returning health and happiness, or the victor’s + crown.” + </p> + <p> + “Health as taking the place of sickness?” asked Cleopatra, and her eyes + sparkled keenly and merrily. “I perfectly understand Lysias,” said + Publius, intercepting the Greek. “Once, on the field of Mars, I was flung + from my horse, and had to lie for weeks on my couch, and I know that there + is no more delightful sensation than that of feeling our departed strength + returning as we recover. He means to say that in your presence we must + feel exceptionally well.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay rather,” interrupted Lysias, “our queen seems to come to us like + returning health, since so long as she was not in our midst we felt + suffering and sick for longing. Thy presence, Cleopatra, is the most + effectual remedy, and restores us to our lost health.” + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra politely lowered her fan, as if in thanks, thus rapidly turning + the stick of it in her hand, so as to make the diamonds that were set in + it sparkle and flash. Then she turned to the friends, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Your words are most amiable, and your different ways of expressing your + meaning remind me of two gems set in a jewel, one of which sparkles + because it is skilfully cut, and reflects every light from its mirrorlike + facets, while the other shines by its genuine and intrinsic fire. The + genuine and the true are one, and the Egyptians have but one word for + both, and your kind speech, my Scipio—but I may surely venture to + call you Publius—your kind speech, my Publius seems to me to be + truer than that of your accomplished friend, which is better adapted to + vainer ears than mine. Pray, give me your hand.” + </p> + <p> + The shell in which she was sitting was gently lowered, and, supported by + Publius and her husband, the queen alighted and entered the + banqueting-hall, accompanied by her guests. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the curtains were closed, and when Cleopatra had exchanged a + few whispered words with her husband, she turned again to the Roman, who + had just been joined by Eulaeus, and said: + </p> + <p> + “You have come from Athens, Publius, but you do not seem to have followed + very closely the courses of logic there, else how could it be that you, + who regard health as the highest good—that you, who declared that + you never felt so well as in my presence—should have quitted me so + promptly after the procession, and in spite of our appointment? May I be + allowed to ask what business—” + </p> + <p> + “Our noble friend,” answered Eulaeus, bowing low, but not allowing the + queen to finish her speech, “would seem to have found some particular + charm in the bearded recluses of Serapis, and to be seeking among them the + key-stone of his studies at Athens.” + </p> + <p> + “In that he is very right,” said the queen. “For from them he can learn to + direct his attention to that third division of our existence, concerning + which least is taught in Athens—I mean the future—” + </p> + <p> + “That is in the hands of the gods,” replied the Roman. “It will come soon + enough, and I did not discuss it with the anchorite. Eulaeus may be + informed that, on the contrary, everything I learned from that singular + man in the Serapeum bore reference to the things of the past.” + </p> + <p> + “But how can it be possible,” said Eulaeus, “that any one to whom + Cleopatra had offered her society should think so long of anything else + than the beautiful present?” + </p> + <p> + “You indeed have good reason,” retorted Publius quickly, “to enter the + lists in behalf of the present, and never willingly to recall the past.” + </p> + <p> + “It was full of anxiety and care,” replied Eulaeus with perfect + self-possession. “That my sovereign lady must know from her illustrious + mother, and from her own experience; and she will also protect me from the + undeserved hatred with which certain powerful enemies seem minded to + pursue me. Permit me, your majesty, not to make my appearance at the + banquet until later. This noble gentleman kept me waiting for hours in the + Serapeum, and the proposals concerning the new building in the temple of + Isis at Philae must be drawn up and engrossed to-day, in order that they + may be brought to-morrow before your royal husband in council and your + illustrious brother Euergetes—” + </p> + <p> + “You have leave, interrupted Cleopatra.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as Eulaeus had disappeared, the queen went closer up to Publius, + and said: + </p> + <p> + “You are annoyed with this man—well, he is not pleasant, but at any + rate he is useful and worthy. May I ask whether you only feel his + personality repugnant to you, or whether actual circumstances have given + rise to your aversion—nay, if I have judged rightly, to a very + bitterly hostile feeling against him?” + </p> + <p> + “Both,” replied Publius. “In this unmanly man, from the very first, I + expected to find nothing good, and I now know that, if I erred at all, it + was in his favor. To-morrow I will ask you to spare me an hour when I can + communicate to your majesty something concerning him, but which is too + repulsive and sad to be suitable for telling in an evening devoted to + enjoyment. You need not be inquisitive, for they are matters that belong + to the past, and which concern neither you nor me.” + </p> + <p> + The high-steward and the cup-bearer here interrupted this conversation by + calling them to table, and the royal pair were soon reclining with their + guests at the festal board. + </p> + <p> + Oriental splendor and Greek elegance were combined in the decorations of + the saloon of moderate size, in which Ptolemy Philometor was wont to + prefer to hold high-festival with a few chosen friends. Like the great + reception-hall and the men’s hall-with its twenty doors and lofty porphyry + columns—in which the king’s guests assembled, it was lighted from + above, since it was only at the sides that the walls—which had no + windows—and a row of graceful alabaster columns with Corinthian + acanthus-capitals supported a narrow roof; the centre of the hall was + quite uncovered. At this hour, when it was blazing with hundreds of + lights, the large opening, which by day admitted the bright sunshine, was + closed over by a gold net-work, decorated with stars and a crescent moon + of rock-crystal, and the meshes were close enough to exclude the bats and + moths which at night always fly to the light. But the illumination of the + king’s banqueting-hall made it almost as light as day, consisting of + numerous lamps with many branches held up by lovely little figures of + children in bronze and marble. Every joint was plainly visible in the + mosaic of the pavement, which represented the reception of Heracles into + Olympus, the feast of the gods, and the astonishment of the amazed hero at + the splendor of the celestial banquet; and hundreds of torches were + reflected in the walls of polished yellow marble, brought from Hippo + Regius; these were inlaid by skilled artists with costly stones, such as + lapis lazuli and malachite, crystals, blood-stone, jasper, agates and + chalcedony, to represent fruit-pieces and magnificent groups of game or of + musical instruments; while the pilasters were decorated with masks of the + tragic and comic Muses, torches, thyrsi wreathed with ivy and vine, and + pan-pipes. These were wrought in silver and gold, and set with costly + marbles, and they stood out from the marble background like metal work on + a leather shield, or the rich ornamentation on a sword-sheath. The figures + of a Dionysiac procession, forming the frieze, looked down upon the + feasters—a fine relievo that had been designed and modelled for + Ptolemy Soter by the sculptor Bryaxis, and then executed in ivory and + gold. + </p> + <p> + Everything that met the eye in this hall was splendid, costly, and above + all of a genial aspect, even before Cleopatra had come to the throne; and + she—here as in her own apartments—had added the busts of the + greatest Greek philosophers and poets, from Thales of Miletus down to + Strato, who raised chance to fill the throne of God, and from Hesiod to + Callimachus; she too had placed the tragic mask side by side with the + comic, for at her table—she was wont to say—she desired to see + no one who could not enjoy grave and wise discourse more than eating, + drinking, and laughter. + </p> + <p> + Instead of assisting at the banquet, as other ladies used, seated on a + chair or at the foot of her husband’s couch, she reclined on a couch of + her own, behind which stood busts of Sappho the poetess, and Aspasia the + friend of Pericles. + </p> + <p> + Though she made no pretensions to be regarded as a philosopher nor even as + a poetess, she asserted her right to be considered a finished connoisseur + in the arts of poetry and music; and if she preferred reclining to sitting + how should she have done otherwise, since she was fully aware how well it + became her to extend herself in a picturesque attitude on her cushions, + and to support her head on her arm as it rested on the back of her couch; + for that arm, though not strictly speaking beautiful, always displayed the + finest specimens of Alexandrian workmanship in gem-cutting and goldsmiths’ + work. + </p> + <p> + But, in fact, she selected a reclining posture particularly for the sake + of showing her feet; not a woman in Egypt or Greece had a smaller or more + finely formed foot than she. For this reason her sandals were so made that + when she stood or walked they protected only the soles of her feet, and + her slender white toes with the roseate nails and their polished white + half-moons were left uncovered. + </p> + <p> + At the banquet she put off her shoes altogether, as the men did; hiding + her feet at first however, and not displaying them till she thought the + marks left on her tender skin by the straps of the sandals had completely + disappeared. + </p> + <p> + Eulaeus was the greatest admirer of these feet; not, as he averred, on + account of their beauty, but because the play of the queen’s toes showed + him exactly what was passing in her mind, when he was quite unable to + detect what was agitating her soul in the expression of her mouth and + eyes, well practised in the arts of dissimulation. + </p> + <p> + Nine couches, arranged three and three in a horseshoe, invited the guests + to repose, with their arms of ebony and cushions of dull olive-green + brocade, on which a delicate pattern of gold and silver seemed just to + have been breathed. + </p> + <p> + The queen, shrugging her shoulders, and, as it would seem, by no means + agreeably surprised at something, whispered to the chamberlain, who then + indicated to each guest the place he was to occupy. To the right of the + central group reclined the queen, and her husband took his place to the + left; the couch between the royal pair, destined for their brother + Euergetes, remained unoccupied. + </p> + <p> + On one of the three couches which formed the right-hand angle with those + of the royal family, Publius found a place next to Cleopatra; opposite to + him, and next the king, was Lysias the Corinthian. Two places next to him + remained vacant, while on the side by the Roman reclined the brave and + prudent Hierax, the friend of Ptolemy Euergetes and his most faithful + follower. + </p> + <p> + While the servants strewed the couches with rose leaves, sprinkled + perfumed waters, and placed by the couch of each guest a small table-made + of silver and of a slab of fine, reddish-brown porphyry, veined with + white-the king addressed a pleasant greeting to each guest, apologizing + for the smallness of the number. + </p> + <p> + “Eulaeus,” he said, “has been forced to leave us on business, and our + royal brother is still sitting over his books with Aristarchus, who came + with him from Alexandria; but he promised certainly to come.” + </p> + <p> + “The fewer we are,” replied Lysias, bowing low, “the more honorable is the + distinction of belonging to so limited a number of your majesty’s most + select associates.” + </p> + <p> + “I certainly think we have chosen the best from among the good,” said the + queen. “But even the small number of friends I had invited must have + seemed too large to my brother Euergetes, for he—who is accustomed + to command in other folks’ houses as he does in his own—forbid the + chamberlain to invite our learned friends—among whom Agatharchides, + my brothers’ and my own most worthy tutor, is known to you—as well + as our Jewish friends who were present yesterday at our table, and whom I + had set down on my list. I am very well satisfied however, for I like the + number of the Muses; and perhaps he desired to do you, Publius, particular + honor, since we are assembled here in the Roman fashion. It is in your + honor, and not in his, that we have no music this evening; you said that + you did not particularly like it at a banquet. Euergetes himself plays the + harp admirably. However, it is well that he is late in coming as usual, + for the day after tomorrow is his birthday, and he is to spend it here + with us and not in Alexandria; the priestly delegates assembled in the + Bruchion are to come from thence to Memphis to wish him joy, and we must + endeavor to get up some brilliant festival. You have no love for Eulaeus, + Publius, but he is extremely skilled in such matters, and I hope he will + presently return to give us his advice.” + </p> + <p> + “For the morning we will have a grand procession,” cried the king. + “Euergetes delights in a splendid spectacle, and I should be glad to show + him how much pleasure his visit has given us.” + </p> + <p> + The king’s fine features wore a most winning expression as he spoke these + words with heart-felt warmth, but his consort said thoughtfully: “Aye! if + only we were in Alexandria—but here, among all the Egyptian people—” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> + <p> + A loud laugh re-echoing from the marble walls of the state-room + interrupted the queen’s speech; at first she started, but then smiled with + pleasure as she recognized her brother Euergetes, who, pushing aside the + chamberlains, approached the company with an elderly Greek, who walked by + his side. + </p> + <p> + “By all the dwellers on Olympus! By the whole rabble of gods and beasts + that live in the temples by the Nile!” cried the new-comer, again laughing + so heartily that not only his fat cheeks but his whole immensely stout + young frame swayed and shook. “By your pretty little feet, Cleopatra, + which could so easily be hidden, and yet are always to be seen—by + all your gentle virtues, Philometor, I believe you are trying to outdo the + great Philadelphus or our Syrian uncle Antiochus, and to get up a most + unique procession; and in my honor! Just so! I myself will take a part in + the wonderful affair, and my sturdy person shall represent Eros with his + quiver and bow. Some Ethiopian dame must play the part of my mother + Aphrodite; she will look the part to perfection, rising from the white + sea-foam with her black skin. And what do you think of a Pallas with short + woolly hair; of the Charities with broad, flat Ethiopian feet; and an + Egyptian, with his shaven head mirroring the sun, as Phoebus Apollo?” + </p> + <p> + With these words the young giant of twenty years threw himself on the + vacant couch between his brother and sister, and, after bowing, not + without dignity, to the Roman, whom his brother named to him, he called + one of the young Macedonians of noble birth who served at the feast as + cup-bearers, had his cup filled once and again and yet a third time, + drinking it off quickly and without setting it down; then he said in a + loud tone, while he pushed his hands through his tossed, light brown hair, + till it stood straight up in the air from his broad temples and high brow: + </p> + <p> + “I must make up for what you have had before I came.—Another + cup-full Diocleides.” + </p> + <p> + “Wild boy!” said Cleopatra, holding up her finger at him half in jest and + half in grave warning. “How strange you look!” + </p> + <p> + “Like Silenus without the goat’s hoofs,” answered Euergetes. “Hand me a + mirror here, Diocleides; follow the eyes of her majesty the queen, and you + will be sure to find one. There is the thing! And in fact the picture it + shows me does not displease me. I see there a head on which besides the + two crowns of Egypt a third might well find room, and in which there is so + much brains that they might suffice to fill the skulls of four kings to + the brim. I see two vulture’s eyes which are always keen of sight even + when their owner is drunk, and that are in danger of no peril save from + the flesh of these jolly cheeks, which, if they continue to increase so + fast, must presently exclude the light, as the growth of the wood encloses + a piece of money stuck into a rift in a tree-or as a shutter, when it is + pushed to, closes up a window. With these hands and arms the fellow I see + in the mirror there could, at need, choke a hippopotamus; the chain that + is to deck this neck must be twice as long as that worn by a well-fed + Egyptian priest. In this mirror I see a man, who is moulded out of a + sturdy clay, baked out of more unctuous and solid stuff than other folks; + and if the fine creature there on the bright surface wears a transparent + robe, what have you to say against it, Cleopatra? The Ptolemaic princes + must protect the import trade of Alexandria, that fact was patent even to + the great son of Lagus; and what would become of our commerce with Cos if + I did not purchase the finest bombyx stuffs, since those who sell it make + no profits out of you, the queen—and you cover yourself, like a + vestal virgin, in garments of tapestry. Give me a wreath for my head—aye + and another to that, and new wine in the cup! To the glory of Rome and to + your health, Publius Cornelius Scipio, and to our last critical + conjecture, my Aristarchus—to subtle thinking and deep drinking!” + </p> + <p> + “To deep thinking and subtle drinking!” retorted the person thus + addressed, while he raised the cup, looked into the wine with his + twinkling eyes and lifted it slowly to his nose—a long, well-formed + and slightly aquiline nose—and to his thin lips. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! Aristarchus,” exclaimed Euergetes, and he frowned. “You please me + better when you clear up the meaning of your poets and historians than + when you criticise the drinking-maxims of a king. Subtle drinking is mere + sipping, and sipping I leave to the bitterns and other birds that live + content among the reeds. Do you understand me? Among reeds, I say—whether + cut for writing, or no.” + </p> + <p> + “By subtle drinking,” replied the great critic with perfect indifference, + as he pushed the thin, gray hair from his high brow with his slender hand. + “By subtle drinking I mean the drinking of choice wine, and did you ever + taste anything more delicate than this juice of the vines of Anthylla that + your illustrious brother has set before us? Your paradoxical axiom + commends you at once as a powerful thinker and as the benevolent giver of + the best of drinks.” + </p> + <p> + “Happily turned,” exclaimed Cleopatra, clapping her hands, “you here see, + Publius, a proof of the promptness of an Alexandrian tongue.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said Euergetes, “if men could go forth to battle with words instead + of spears the masters of the Museum in Alexander’s city, with Aristarchus + at their head, they might rout the united armies of Rome and Carthage in a + couple of hours.” + </p> + <p> + “But we are not now in the battle-field but at a peaceful meal,” said the + king, with suave amiability. “You did in fact overhear our secret + Euergetes, and mocked at my faithful Egyptians, in whose place I would + gladly set fair Greeks if only Alexandria still belonged to me instead of + to you.—However, a splendid procession shall not be wanting at your + birthday festival.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you really still take pleasure in these eternal goose-step + performances?” asked Euergetes, stretching himself out on his couch, and + folding his hands to support the back of his head. “Sooner could I + accustom myself to the delicate drinking of Aristarchus than sit for hours + watching these empty pageants. On two conditions only can I declare myself + ready and willing to remain quiet, and patiently to dawdle through almost + half a day, like an ape in a cage: First, if it will give our Roman friend + Publius Cornelius Scipio any pleasure to witness such a performance—though, + since our uncle Antiochus pillaged our wealth, and since we brothers + shared Egypt between us, our processions are not to be even remotely + compared to the triumphs of Roman victors—or, secondly, if I am + allowed to take an active part in the affair.” + </p> + <p> + “On my account, Sire,” replied Publius, “no procession need be arranged, + particularly not such a one as I should here be obliged to look on at.” + </p> + <p> + “Well! I still enjoy such things,” said Cleopatra’s husband. + “Well-arranged groups, and the populace pleased and excited are a sight I + am never tired of.” + </p> + <p> + “As for me,” cried Cleopatra, “I often turn hot and cold, and the tears + even spring to my eyes, when the shouting is loudest. A great mass of men + all uniting in a common emotion always has a great effect. A drop, a grain + of sand, a block of stone are insignificant objects, but millions of them + together, forming the sea, the desert or the pyramids, constitute a + sublime whole. One man alone, shouting for joy, is like a madman escaped + from an asylum, but when thousands of men rejoice together it must have a + powerful effect on the coldest heart. How is it that you, Publius Scipio, + in whom a strong will seems to me to have found a peculiarly happy + development, can remain unmoved by a scene in which the great collective + will of a people finds its utterance?” + </p> + <p> + “Is there then any expression of will, think you,” said the Roman, “in + this popular rejoicing? It is just in such circumstances that each man + becomes the involuntary mimic and duplicate of his neighbor; while I love + to make my own way, and to be independent of everything but the laws and + duties laid upon me by the state to which I belong.” + </p> + <p> + “And I,” said Euergetes, “from my childhood have always looked on at + processions from the very best places, and so it is that fortune punishes + me now with indifference to them and to everything of the kind; while the + poor miserable devil who can never catch sight of anything more than the + nose or the tip of a hair or the broad back of those who take part in + them, always longs for fresh pageants. As you hear, I need have no + consideration for Publius Scipio in this, willing as I should be to do so. + Now what would you say, Cleopatra, if I myself took a part in my + procession—I say mine, since it is to be in my honor; that really + would be for once something new and amusing.” + </p> + <p> + “More new and amusing than creditable, I think,” replied Cleopatra dryly. + </p> + <p> + “And yet even that ought to please you,” laughed Euergetes. “Since, + besides being your brother, I am your rival, and we would sooner see our + rivals lower themselves than rise.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not try to justify yourself by such words,” interrupted the king + evasively, and with a tone of regret in his soft voice. “We love you + truly; we are ready to yield you your dominion side by side with ours, and + I beg you to avoid such speeches even in jest, so that bygones may be + bygones.” + </p> + <p> + “And,” added Cleopatra, “not to detract from your dignity as a king and + your fame as a sage by any such fool’s pranks.” + </p> + <p> + “Madam teacher, do you know then what I had in my mind? I would appear as + Alcibiades, followed by a train of flute-playing women, with Aristarchus + to play the part of Socrates. I have often been told that he and I + resemble each other—in many points, say the more sincere; in every + point, say the more polite of my friends.” + </p> + <p> + At these words Publius measured with his eye the frame of the royal young + libertine, enveloped in transparent robes; and recalling to himself, as he + gazed, a glorious statue of that favorite of the Athenians, which he had + seen in the Ilissus, an ironical smile passed over his lips. It was not + unobserved by Euergetes and it offended him, for there was nothing he + liked better than to be compared to the nephew of Pericles; but he + suppressed his annoyance, for Publius Cornelius Scipio was the nearest + relative of the most influential men of Rome, and, though he himself + wielded royal power, Rome exercised over him the sovereign will of a + divinity. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra noticed what was passing in her brother’s mind, and in order to + interrupt his further speech and to divert his mind to fresh thoughts, she + said cheerfully: + </p> + <p> + “Let us then give up the procession, and think of some other mode of + celebrating your birthday. You, Lysias, must be experienced in such + matters, for Publius tells me that you were the leader in all the games of + Corinth. What can we devise to entertain Euergetes and ourselves?” + </p> + <p> + The Corinthian looked for a moment into his cup, moving it slowly about on + the marble slab of the little table at his side, between an oyster pasty + and a dish of fresh asparagus; and then he said, glancing round to win the + suffrages of the company: + </p> + <p> + “At the great procession which took place under Ptolemy Philadelphus—Agatharchides + gave me the description of it, written by the eye-witness Kallixenus, to + read only yesterday—all kinds of scenes from the lives of the gods + were represented before the people. Suppose we were to remain in this + magnificent palace, and to represent ourselves the beautiful groups which + the great artists of the past have produced in painting or sculpture; but + let us choose those only that are least known.” + </p> + <p> + “Splendid,” cried Cleopatra in great excitement, “who can be more like + Heracles than my mighty brother there—the very son of Alcmene, as + Lysippus has conceived and represented him? Let us then represent the life + of Heracles from grand models, and in every case assign to Euergetes the + part of the hero.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I will undertake it,” said the young king, feeling the mighty muscles + of his breast and arms, “and you may give me great credit for assuming the + part, for the demi-god who strangled the snakes was lacking in the most + important point, and it was not without due consideration that Lysippus + represented him with a small head on his mighty body; but I shall not have + to say anything.” + </p> + <p> + “If I play Omphale will you sit at my feet?” asked Cleopatra. + </p> + <p> + “Who would not be willing to sit at those feet?” answered Euergetes. “Let + us at once make further choice among the abundance of subjects offered to + us, but, like Lysias, I would warn you against those that are too + well-known.” + </p> + <p> + “There are no doubt things commonplace to the eye as well as to the ear,” + said Cleopatra. “But what is recognized as good is commonly regarded as + most beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “Permit me,” said Lysias, “to direct your attention to a piece of + sculpture in marble of the noblest workmanship, which is both old and + beautiful, and yet which may be known to few among you. It exists on the + cistern of my father’s house at Corinth, and was executed many centuries + since by a great artist of the Peloponnesus. Publius was delighted with + the work, and it is in fact beautiful beyond description. It is an + exquisite representation of the marriage of Heracles and Hebe—of the + hero, raised to divinity, with sempiternal youth. Will Your Majesty allow + yourself to be led by Pallas Athene and your mother Alcmene to your + nuptials with Hebe?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” said Euergetes. “Only the Hebe must be beautiful. But one thing + must be considered; how are we to get the cistern from your father’s house + at Corinth to this place by to-morrow or next day? Such a group cannot be + posed from memory without the original to guide us; and though the story + runs that the statue of Serapis flew from Sinope to Alexandria, and though + there are magicians still at Memphis—” + </p> + <p> + “We shall not need them,” interrupted Publius, “while I was staying as a + guest in the house of my friend’s parents—which is altogether more + magnificent than the old castle of King Gyges at Sardis—I had some + gems engraved after this lovely group, as a wedding-present for my sister. + They are extremely successful, and I have them with me in my tent.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you a sister?” asked the queen, leaning over towards the Roman. “You + must tell me all about her.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a girl like all other girls,” replied Publius, looking down at the + ground, for it was most repugnant to his feelings to speak of his sister + in the presence of Euergetes. + </p> + <p> + “And you are unjust like all other brothers,” said Cleopatra smiling, “and + I must hear more about her, for”—and she whispered the words and + looked meaningly at Publius—“all that concerns you must interest + me.” + </p> + <p> + During this dialogue the royal brothers had addressed themselves to Lysias + with questions as to the marriage of Heracles and Hebe, and all the + company were attentive to the Greek as he went on: “This fine work does + not represent the marriage properly speaking, but the moment when the + bridegroom is led to the bride. The hero, with his club on his shoulder, + and wearing the lion’s skin, is led by Pallas Athene, who, in performing + this office of peace, has dropped her spear and carries her helmet in her + hand; they are accompanied by his mother Alcmene, and are advancing + towards the bride’s train. This is headed by no less a personage than + Apollo himself, singing the praises of Hymenaeus to a lute. With him walks + his sister Artemis and behind them the mother of Hebe, accompanied by + Hermes, the messenger of the gods, as the envoy of Zeus. Then follows the + principal group, which is one of the most lovely works of Greek art that I + am acquainted with. Hebe comes forward to meet her bridegroom, gently led + on by Aphrodite, the queen of love. Peitho, the goddess of persuasion, + lays her hand on the bride’s arm, imperceptibly urging her forward and + turning away her face; for what she had to say has been said, and she + smiles to herself, for Hebe has not turned a deaf ear to her voice, and he + who has once listened to Peitho must do what she desires.” + </p> + <p> + “And Hebe?” asked Cleopatra. + </p> + <p> + “She casts down her eyes, but lifts up the arm on which the hand of Peitho + rests with a warning movement of her fingers, in which she holds an + unopened rose, as though she would say; ‘Ah! let me be—I tremble at + the man’—or ask: ‘Would it not be better that I should remain as I + am and not yield to your temptations and to Aphrodite’s power?’ Oh! Hebe + is exquisite, and you, O Queen! must represent her!” + </p> + <p> + “I!” exclaimed Cleopatra. “But you said her eyes were cast down.” + </p> + <p> + “That is from modesty and timidity, and her gait must also be bashful and + maidenly. Her long robe falls to her feet in simple folds, while Peitho + holds hers up saucily, between her forefinger and thumb, as if stealthily + dancing with triumph over her recent victory. Indeed the figure of Peitho + would become you admirably.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I will represent Peitho,” said the queen interrupting the + Corinthian. “Hebe is but a bud, an unopened blossom, while I am a mother, + and I flatter myself I am something of a philosopher—” + </p> + <p> + “And can with justice assure yourself,” interrupted Aristarchus, “that + with every charm of youth you also possess the characters attributed to + Peitho, the goddess, who can work her spells not only on the heart but on + the intellect also. The maiden bud is as sweet to look upon as the rose, + but he who loves not merely color but perfume too—I mean + refreshment, emotion and edification of spirit—must turn to the + full-blown flower; as the rose—growers of lake Moeris twine only the + buds of their favorite flower into wreaths and bunches, but cannot use + them for extracting the oil of imperishable fragrance; for that they need + the expanded blossom. Represent Peitho, my Queen! the goddess herself + might be proud of such a representative.” + </p> + <p> + “And if she were so indeed,” cried Cleopatra, “how happy am I to hear such + words from the lips of Aristarchus. It is settled—I play Peitho. My + companion Zoe may take the part of Artemis, and her grave sister that of + Pallas Athene. For the mother’s part we have several matrons to choose + from; the eldest daughter of Epitropes appears to me fitted for the part + of Aphrodite; she is wonderfully lovely.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she stupid too?” asked Euergetes. “That is also an attribute of the + ever-smiling Cypria.” + </p> + <p> + “Enough so, I think, for our purpose,” laughed Cleopatra. “But where are + we to find such a Hebe as you have described, Lysias? The daughter of + Alimes the Arabarch is a charming child.” + </p> + <p> + “But she is brown, as brown as this excellent wine, and too thoroughly + Egyptian,” said the high-steward, who superintended the young Macedonian + cup-bearers; he bowed deeply as he spoke, and modestly drew the queen’s + attention to his own daughter, a maiden of sixteen. But Cleopatra + objected, that she was much taller than herself, and that she would have + to stand by the Hebe, and lay her hand on her arm. + </p> + <p> + Other maidens were rejected on various grounds, and Euergetes had already + proposed to send off a carrier-pigeon to Alexandria to command that some + fair Greek girl should be sent by an express quadriga to Memphis—where + the dark Egyptian gods and men flourish, and are more numerous than the + fair race of Greeks—when Lysias exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “I saw to-day the very girl we want, a Hebe that might have stepped out + from the marble group at my father’s, and have been endued with life and + warmth and color by some god. Young, modest, rose and white, and just + about as tall as Your Majesty. If you will allow me, I will not tell you + who she is, till after I have been to our tent to fetch the gems with the + copies of the marble.” + </p> + <p> + “You will find them in an ivory casket at the bottom of my clothes-chest,” + said Publius; “here is the key.” + </p> + <p> + “Make haste,” cried the queen, “for we are all curious to hear where in + Memphis you discovered your modest, rose and white Hebe.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> + <p> + An hour had slipped by with the royal party, since Lysias had quitted the + company; the wine-cups had been filled and emptied many times; Eulaeus had + rejoined the feasters, and the conversation had taken quite another turn, + since the whole of the company were not now equally interested in the same + subject; on the contrary, the two kings were discussing with Aristarchus + the manuscripts of former poets and of the works of the sages, scattered + throughout Greece, and the ways and means of obtaining them or of + acquiring exact transcripts of them for the library of the Museum. Hierax + was telling Eulaeus of the last Dionysiac festival, and of the + representation of the newest comedy in Alexandria, and Eulaeus assumed the + appearance—not unsuccessfully—of listening with both ears, + interrupting him several times with intelligent questions, bearing + directly on what he had said, while in fact his attention was exclusively + directed to the queen, who had taken entire possession of the Roman + Publius, telling him in a low tone of her life—which was consuming + her strength—of her unsatisfied affections, and her enthusiasm for + Rome and for manly vigor. As she spoke her cheeks glowed and her eyes + sparkled, for the more exclusively she kept the conversation in her own + hands the better she thought she was being entertained; and Publius, who + was nothing less than talkative, seldom interrupted her, only insinuating + a flattering word now and then when it seemed appropriate; for he + remembered the advice given him by the anchorite, and was desirous of + winning the good graces of Cleopatra. + </p> + <p> + In spite of his sharp ears Eulaeus could understand but little of their + whispered discourse, for King Euergetes’ powerful voice sounded loud above + the rest of the conversation; but Eulaeus was able swiftly to supply the + links between the disjointed sentences, and to grasp the general sense, at + any rate, of what she was saying. The queen avoided wine, but she had the + power of intoxicating herself, so to speak, with her own words, and now + just as her brothers and Aristarchus were at the height of their excited + and eager question and answer—she raised her cup, touched it with + her lips and handed it to Publius, while at the same time she took hold of + his. + </p> + <p> + The young Roman knew well enough all the significance of this hasty + action; it was thus that in his own country a woman when in love was wont + to exchange her cup with her lover, or an apple already bitten by her + white teeth. + </p> + <p> + Publius was seized with a cold shudder—like a wanderer who + carelessly pursues his way gazing up at the moon and stars, and suddenly + perceives an abyss yawning; at his feet. Recollections of his mother and + of her warnings against the seductive wiles of the Egyptian women, and + particularly of this very woman, flashed through his mind like lightning; + she was looking at him—not royally by any means, but with anxious + and languishing gaze, and he would gladly have kept his eyes fixed on the + ground, and have left the cup untouched; but her eye held his fast as + though fettering it with ties and bonds; and to put aside the cup seemed + to the most fearless son of an unconquered nation a deed too bold to be + attempted. Besides, how could he possibly repay this highest favor with an + affront that no woman could ever forgive—least of all a Cleopatra? + </p> + <p> + Aye, many a life’s happiness is tossed away and many a sin committed, + because the favor of women is a grace that does honor to every man, and + that flatters him even when it is bestowed by the unloved and unworthy. + For flattery is a key to the heart, and when the heart stands half open + the voice of the tempter is never wanting to whisper: “You will hurt her + feelings if you refuse.” + </p> + <p> + These were the deliberations which passed rapidly and confusedly through + the young Roman’s agitated brain, as he took the queen’s cup and set his + lips to the same spot that hers had touched. Then, while he emptied the + cup in long draughts, he felt suddenly seized by a deep aversion to the + over-talkative, overdressed and capricious woman before him, who thus + forced upon him favors for which he had not sued; and suddenly there rose + before his soul the image, almost tangibly distinct, of the humble + water-bearer; he saw Klea standing before him and looking far more queenly + as, proud and repellent, she avoided his gaze, than the sovereign by his + side could ever have done, though crowned with a diadem. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra rejoiced to mark his long slow draught, for she thought the + Roman meant to imply by it that he could not cease to esteem himself happy + in the favor she had shown him. She did not take her eyes off him, and + observed with pleasure that his color changed to red and white; nor did + she notice that Eulaeus was watching, with a twinkle in his eyes, all that + was going on between her and Publius. At last the Roman set down the cup, + and tried with some confusion to reply to her question as to how he had + liked the flavor of the wine. + </p> + <p> + “Very fine—excellent—” at last he stammered out, but he was no + longer looking at Cleopatra but at Euergetes, who just then cried out + loudly: + </p> + <p> + “I have thought over that passage for hours, I have given you all my + reasons and have let you speak, Aristarchus, but I maintain my opinion, + and whoever denies it does Homer an injustice; in this place ‘siu’ must be + read instead of ‘iu’.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes spoke so vehemently that his voice outshouted all the other + guests; Publius however snatched at his words, to escape the necessity for + feigning sentiments he could not feel; so he said, addressing himself half + to the speaker and half to Cleopatra: + </p> + <p> + “Of what use can it be to decide whether it is one or the other—‘iu’ + or ‘siu’. I find many things justifiable in other men that are foreign to + my own nature, but I never could understand how an energetic and vigorous + man, a prudent sovereign and stalwart drinker—like you, Euergetes—can + sit for hours over flimsy papyrus-rolls, and rack his brains to decide + whether this or that in Homer should be read in one way or another.” + </p> + <p> + “You exercise yourself in other things,” replied Euergetes. “I consider + that part of me which lies within this golden fillet as the best that I + have, and I exercise my wits on the minutest and subtlest questions just + as I would try the strength of my arms against the sturdiest athletes. I + flung five into the sand the last time I did so, and they quake now when + they see me enter the gymnasium of Timagetes. There would be no strength + in the world if there were no obstacles, and no man would know that he was + strong if he could meet with no resistance to overcome. I for my part seek + such exercises as suit my idiosyncrasy, and if they are not to your taste + I cannot help it. If you were to set these excellently dressed crayfish + before a fine horse he would disdain them, and could not understand how + foolish men could find anything palatable that tasted so salt. Salt, in + fact, is not suited to all creatures! Men born far from the sea do not + relish oysters, while I, being a gourmand, even prefer to open them myself + so that they may be perfectly fresh, and mix their liquor with my wine.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not like any very salt dish, and am glad to leave the opening of all + marine produce to my servants,” answered Publius. “Thereby I save both + time and unnecessary trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I know!” cried Euergetes. “You keep Greek slaves, who must even read + and write for you. Pray is there a market where I may purchase men, who, + after a night of carousing, will bear our headache for us? By the shores + of the Tiber you love many things better than learning.” + </p> + <p> + “And thereby,” added Aristarchus, “deprive yourselves of the noblest and + subtlest of pleasures, for the purest enjoyment is ever that which we earn + at the cost of some pains and effort.” + </p> + <p> + “But all that you earn by this kind of labor,” returned Publius, “is petty + and unimportant. It puts me in mind of a man who removes a block of stone + in the sweat of his brow only to lay it on a sparrow’s feather in order + that it may not be carried away by the wind.” + </p> + <p> + “And what is great—and what is small?” asked Aristarchus. “Very + opposite opinions on that subject may be equally true, since it depends + solely on us and our feelings how things appear to us—whether cold + or warm; lovely or repulsive—and when Protagoras says that ‘man is + the measure of all things,’ that is the most acceptable of all the maxims + of the Sophists; moreover the smallest matter—as you will fully + appreciate—acquires an importance all the greater in proportion as + the thing is perfect, of which it forms a part. If you slit the ear of a + cart-horse, what does it signify? but suppose the same thing were to + happen to a thoroughbred horse, a charger that you ride on to battle! + </p> + <p> + “A wrinkle or a tooth more or less in the face of a peasant woman matters + little, or not at all, but it is quite different in a celebrated beauty. + If you scrawl all over the face with which the coarse finger of the potter + has decorated a water-jar, the injury to the wretched pot is but small, + but if you scratch, only with a needle’s point, that gem with the + portraits of Ptolemy and Arsinoe, which clasps Cleopatra’s robe round her + fair throat, the richest queen will grieve as though she had suffered some + serious loss. + </p> + <p> + “Now, what is there more perfect or more worthy to be treasured than the + noblest works of great thinkers and great poets. + </p> + <p> + “To preserve them from injury, to purge them from the errors which, in the + course of time, may have spotted their immaculate purity, this is our + task; and if we do indeed raise blocks of stone it is not to weight a + sparrow’s feather that it may not be blown away, but to seal the door + which guards a precious possession, and to preserve a gem from injury. + </p> + <p> + “The chatter of girls at a fountain is worth nothing but to be wafted away + on the winds, and to be remembered by none; but can a son ever deem that + one single word is unimportant which his dying father has bequeathed to + him as a clue to his path in life? If you yourself were such a son, and + your ear had not perfectly caught the parting counsels of the dying-how + many talents of silver would you not pay to be able to supply the missing + words? And what are immortal works of the great poets and thinkers but + such sacred words of warning addressed, not to a single individual, but to + all that are not barbarians, however many they maybe. They will elevate, + instruct, and delight our descendants a thousand years hence as they do us + at this day, and they, if they are not degenerate and ungrateful will be + thankful to those who have devoted the best powers of their life to + completing and restoring all that our mighty forefathers have said, as it + must have originally stood before it was mutilated, and spoiled by + carelessness and folly. + </p> + <p> + “He who, like King Euergetes, puts one syllable in Homer right, in place + of a wrong one, in my opinion has done a service to succeeding generations—aye + and a great service.” + </p> + <p> + “What you say,” replied Publius, “sounds convincing, but it is still not + perfectly clear to me; no doubt because I learned at an early age to + prefer deeds to words. I find it more easy to reconcile my mind to your + painful and minute labors when I reflect that to you is entrusted the + restoration of the literal tenor of laws, whose full meaning might be lost + by a verbal error; or that wrong information might be laid before me as to + one single transaction in the life of a friend or of a blood-relation, and + it might lie with me to clear him of mistakes and misinterpretation.” + </p> + <p> + “And what are the works of the great singers of the deeds of the heroes-of + the writers of past history, but the lives of our fathers related either + with veracious exactness or with poetic adornments?” cried Aristarchus. + “It is to these that my king and companion in study devotes himself with + particular zeal.” + </p> + <p> + “When he is neither drinking, nor raving, nor governing, nor wasting his + time in sacrificing and processions,” interpolated Euergetes. “If I had + not been a king perhaps I might have been an Aristarchus; as it is I am + but half a king—since half of my kingdom belongs to you, Philometor—and + but half a student; for when am I to find perfect quiet for thinking and + writing? Everything, everything in me is by halves, for I, if the scale + were to turn in my favor”—and here he struck his chest and his + forehead, “I should be twice the man I am. I am my whole real self nowhere + but at high festivals, when the wine sparkles in the cup, and bright eyes + flash from beneath the brows of the flute-players of Alexandria or Cyrene—sometimes + too perhaps in council when the risk is great, or when there is something + vast and portentous to be done from which my brother and you others, all + of you, would shrink—nay perhaps even the Roman. Aye! so it is—and + you will learn to know it.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes had roared rather than spoken the last words; his cheeks were + flushed, his eyes rolled, while he took from his head both the garland of + flowers and the golden fillet, and once more pushed his fingers through + his hair. + </p> + <p> + His sister covered her ears with her hands, and said: “You positively hurt + me! As no one is contradicting you, and you, as a man of culture, are not + accustomed to add force to your assertions, like the Scythians, by + speaking in a loud tone, you would do well to save your metallic voice for + the further speech with which it is to be hoped you will presently favor + us. We have had to bow more than once already to the strength of which you + boast—but now, at a merry feast, we will not think of that, but + rather continue the conversation which entertained us, and which had begun + so well. This eager defence of the interests which most delight the best + of the Hellenes in Alexandria may perhaps result in infusing into the mind + of our friend Publius Scipio—and through him into that of many young + Romans—a proper esteem for a line of intellectual effort which he + could not have condemned had he not failed to understand it perfectly. + </p> + <p> + “Very often some striking poetical turn given to a subject makes it, all + at once, clear to our comprehension, even when long and learned + disquisitions have failed; and I am acquainted with such an one, written + by an anonymous author, and which may please you—and you too, + Aristarchus. It epitomizes very happily the subject of our discussion. The + lines run as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Behold, the puny Child of Man + Sits by Time’s boundless sea, + And gathers in his feeble hand + Drops of Eternity. + + “He overhears some broken words + Of whispered mystery + He writes them in a tiny book + And calls it ‘History!’ +</pre> + <p> + “We owe these verses to an accomplished friend; another has amplified the + idea by adding the two that follow: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “If indeed the puny Child of Man + Had not gathered drops from that wide sea, + Those small deeds that fill his little span + Had been lost in dumb Eternity. + + “Feeble is his hand, and yet it dare + Seize some drops of that perennial stream; + As they fall they catch a transient gleam— + Lo! Eternity is mirrored there! +</pre> + <p> + “What are we all but puny children? And those of us who gather up the + drops surely deserve our esteem no less than those who spend their lives + on the shore of that great ocean in mere play and strife—” + </p> + <p> + “And love,” threw in Eulaeus in a low voice, as he glanced towards + Publius. + </p> + <p> + “Your poet’s verses are pretty and appropriate,” Aristarchus now said, + “and I am very happy to find myself compared to the children who catch the + falling drops. There was a time—which came to an end, alas! with the + great Aristotle—when there were men among the Greeks, who fed the + ocean of which you speak with new tributaries; for the gods had bestowed + on them the power of opening new sources, like the magician Moses, of whom + Onias, the Jew, was lately telling us, and whose history I have read in + the sacred books of the Hebrews. He, it is true—Moses I mean—only + struck water from the rock for the use of the body, while to our + philosophers and poets we owe inexhaustible springs to refresh the mind + and soul. The time is now past which gave birth to such divine and + creative spirits; as your majesties’ forefathers recognized full well when + they founded the Museum of Alexandria and the Library, of which I am one + of the guardians, and which I may boast of having completed with your + gracious assistance. When Ptolemy Soter first created the Museum in + Alexandria the works of the greatest period could receive no additions in + the form of modern writings of the highest class; but he set us—children + of man, gathering the drops—the task of collecting and of sifting + them, of eliminating errors in them—and I think we have proved + ourselves equal to this task. + </p> + <p> + “It has been said that it is no less difficult to keep a fortune than to + deserve it; and so perhaps we, who are merely ‘keepers’ may nevertheless + make some credit—all the more because we have been able to arrange + the wealth we found under hand, to work it profitably, to apply it well, + to elucidate it, and to make it available. When anything new is created by + one of our circle we always link it on to the old; and in many departments + we have indeed even succeeded in soaring above the ancients, particularly + in that of the experimental sciences. The sublime intelligence of our + forefathers commanded a broad horizon—our narrower vision sees more + clearly the objects that lie close to us. We have discovered the sure path + for all intellectual labor, the true scientific method; and an observant + study of things as they are, succeeds better with us than it did with our + predecessors. Hence it follows that in the provinces of the natural + sciences, in mathematics, astronomy, mechanics and geography the sages of + our college have produced works of unsurpassed merit. Indeed the industry + of my associates—” + </p> + <p> + “Is very great,” cried Euergetes. “But they stir up such a dust that all + free-thought is choked, and because they value quantity above all things + in the results they obtain, they neglect to sift what is great from what + is small; and so Publius Scipio and others like him, who shrug their + shoulders over the labors of the learned, find cause enough to laugh in + their faces. Out of every four of you I should dearly like to set three to + some handicraft, and I shall do it too, one of these days—I shall do + it, and turn them and all their miserable paraphernalia out of the Museum, + and out of my capital. They may take refuge with you, Philometor, you who + marvel at everything you cannot do yourself, who are always delighted to + possess what I reject, and to make much of those whom I condemn—and + Cleopatra I dare say will play the harp, in honor of their entering + Memphis.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say!” answered the queen, laughing bitterly. “Still, it is to be + expected that your wrath may fall even on worthy men. Until then I will + practise my music, and study the treatise on harmony that you have begun + writing. You are giving us proof to-day of how far you have succeeded in + attaining unison in your own soul.” + </p> + <p> + “I like you in this mood!” cried Euergetes. “I love you, sister, when you + are like this! It ill becomes the eagle’s brood to coo like the dove, and + you have sharp talons though you hide them never so well under your soft + feathers. It is true that I am writing a treatise on harmony, and I am + doing it with delight; still it is one of those phenomena which, though + accessible to our perception, are imperishable, for no god even could + discover it entire and unmixed in the world of realities. Where is harmony + to be found in the struggles and rapacious strife of the life of the + Cosmos? And our human existence is but the diminished reflection of that + process of birth and decease, of evolution and annihilation, which is + going on in all that is perceptible to our senses; now gradually and + invisibly, now violently and convulsively, but never harmonyously. + </p> + <p> + “Harmony is at home only in the ideal world—harmony which is unknown + even among the gods harmony, whom I may know, and yet may never comprehend—whom + I love, and may never possess—whom I long for, and who flies from + me. + </p> + <p> + “I am as one that thirsteth, and harmony as the remote, unattainable well—I + am as one swimming in a wide sea, and she is the land which recedes as I + deem myself near to it. + </p> + <p> + “Who will tell me the name of the country where she rules as queen, + undisturbed and untroubled? And which is most in earnest in his pursuit of + the fair one: He who lies sleeping in her arms, or he who is consumed by + his passion for her? + </p> + <p> + “I am seeking what you deem that you possess.—Possess—! + </p> + <p> + “Look round you on the world and on life—look round, as I do, on + this hall of which you are so proud! It was built by a Greek; but, because + the simple melody of beautiful forms in perfect concord no longer + satisfies you, and your taste requires the eastern magnificence in which + you were born, because this flatters your vanity and reminds you, each + time you gaze upon it, that you are wealthy and powerful—you + commanded your architect to set aside simple grandeur, and to build this + gaudy monstrosity, which is no more like the banqueting-hall of a Pericles + than I or you, Cleopatra, in all our finery, are like the simply clad gods + and goddesses of Phidias. I mean not to offend you, Cleopatra, but I must + say this; I am writing now on the subject of harmony, and perhaps I shall + afterwards treat of justice, truth, virtue; although I know full well that + they are pure abstractions which occur neither in nature nor in human + life, and which in my dealings I wholly set aside; nevertheless they seem + to me worthy of investigation, like any other delusion, if by resolving it + we may arrive at conditional truth. It is because one man is afraid of + another that these restraints—justice, truth, and what else you will—have + received these high-sounding names, have been stamped as characteristics + of the gods, and placed under the protection of the immortals; nay, our + anxious care has gone so far that it has been taught as a doctrine that it + is beautiful and good to cloud our free enjoyment of existence for the + sake of these illusions. Think of Antisthenes and his disciples, the + dog-like Cynics—think of the fools shut up in the temple of Serapis! + Nothing is beautiful but what is free, and he only is not free who is + forever striving to check his inclinations—for the most part in vain—in + order to live, as feeble cowards deem virtuously, justly and truthfully. + </p> + <p> + “One animal eats another when he has succeeded in capturing it, either in + open fight or by cunning and treachery; the climbing plant strangles the + tree, the desert-sand chokes the meadows, stars fall from heaven, and + earthquakes swallow up cities. You believe in the gods—and so do I + after my own fashion—and if they have so ordered the course of this + life in every class of existence that the strong triumph over the weak, + why should not I use my strength, why let it be fettered by those + much-belauded soporifics which our prudent ancestors concocted to cool the + hot blood of such men as I, and to paralyze our sinewy fists. + </p> + <p> + “Euergetes—the well-doer—I was named at my birth; but if men + choose to call me Kakergetes—the evil-doer—I do not mind it, + since what you call good I call narrow and petty, and what you call evil + is the free and unbridled exercise of power. I would be anything rather + than lazy and idle, for everything in nature is active and busy; and as, + with Aristippus, I hold pleasure to be the highest good, I would fain earn + the name of having enjoyed more than all other men; in the first place in + my mind, but no less in my body which I admire and cherish.” + </p> + <p> + During this speech many signs of disagreement had found expression, and + Publius, who for the first time in his life heard such vicious sentiments + spoken, followed the words of the headstrong youth with consternation and + surprise. He felt himself no match for this overbearing spirit, trained + too in all the arts of argument and eloquence; but he could not leave all + he had heard uncontroverted, and so, as Euergetes paused in order to empty + his refilled cup, he began: + </p> + <p> + “If we were all to act on your principles, in a few centuries, it seems to + me, there would be no one left to subscribe to them; for the earth would + be depopulated; and the manuscripts, in which you are so careful to + substitute ‘siu’ for ‘iu’, would be used by strong-handed mothers, if any + were left, to boil the pot for their children—in this country of + yours where there is no wood to burn. Just now you were boasting of your + resemblance to Alcibiades, but that very gift which distinguished him, and + made him dear to the Athenians—I mean his beauty—is hardly + possible in connection with your doctrines, which would turn men into + ravening beasts. He who would be beautiful must before all things be able + to control himself and to be moderate—as I learnt in Rome before I + ever saw Athens, and have remembered well. A Titan may perhaps have + thought and talked as you do, but an Alcibiades—hardly!” + </p> + <p> + At these words the blood flew to Euergetes’ face; but he suppressed the + keen and insulting reply that rose to his lips, and this little victory + over his wrathful impulse was made the more easy as Lysias, at this + moment, rejoined the feasters; he excused himself for his long absence, + and then laid before Cleopatra and her husband the gems belonging to + Publius. + </p> + <p> + They were warmly admired; even Euergetes was not grudging of his praise, + and each of the company admitted that he had rarely seen anything more + beautiful and graceful than the bashful Hebe with downcast eyes, and the + goddess of persuasion with her hand resting on the bride’s arm. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I will take the part of Peitho,” said Cleopatra with decision. + </p> + <p> + “And I that of Heracles,” cried Euergetes. + </p> + <p> + “But who is the fair one,” asked King Philometor of Lysias, “whom you have + in your eye, as fulfilling this incomparably lovely conception of Hebe? + While you were away I recalled to memory the aspect of every woman and + girl who frequents our festivals, but only to reject them all, one after + the other.” + </p> + <p> + “The fair girl whom I mean,” replied Lysias, “has never entered this or + any other palace; indeed I am almost afraid of being too bold in + suggesting to our illustrious queen so humble a child as fit to stand + beside her, though only in sport.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall even have to touch her arm with my hand!” said the queen + anxiously, and she drew up her fingers as if she had to touch some unclean + thing. “If you mean a flower-seller or a flute-player or something of that + kind—” + </p> + <p> + “How could I dare to suggest anything so improper?” Lysias hastily + interposed. “The girl of whom I speak may be sixteen years old; she is + innocence itself incarnate, and she looks like a bud ready to open perhaps + in the morning dew that may succeed this very night, but which as yet is + still enfolded in its cup. She is of Greek race, about as tall as you are, + Cleopatra; she has wonderful gazelle-like eyes, her little head is covered + by a mass of abundant brown hair, when she smiles she has delicious + dimples in her cheeks—and she will be sure to smile when such a + Peitho speaks to her!” + </p> + <p> + “You are rousing our curiosity,” cried Philometor. “In what garden, pray, + does this blossom grow?” + </p> + <p> + “And how is it,” added Cleopatra, “that my husband has not discovered it + long since, and transplanted it to our palace.” + </p> + <p> + “Probably,” answered Lysias, “because he who possesses Cleopatra, the + fairest rose of Egypt, regards the violets by the roadside as too + insignificant to be worth glancing at. Besides, the hedge that fences + round my bud grows in a gloomy spot; it is difficult of access and + suspiciously watched. To be brief: our Hebe is a water-bearer in the + temple of Serapis, and her name is Irene.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. + </h2> + <p> + Lysias was one of those men from whose lips nothing ever sounds as if it + were meant seriously. His statement that he regarded a serving girl from + the temple of Serapis as fit to personate Hebe, was spoken as naturally + and simply as if he were telling a tale for children; but his words + produced an effect on his hearers like the sound of waters rushing into a + leaky ship. + </p> + <p> + Publius had turned perfectly white, and it was not till his friend had + uttered the name of Irene that he in some degree recovered his composure; + Philometor had struck his cup on the table, and called out in much + excitement: + </p> + <p> + “A water-bearer of Serapis to play Hebe in a gay festal performance! Do + you conceive it possible, Cleopatra?” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible—it is absolutely out of the question,” replied the + queen, decidedly. Euergetes, who also had opened his eyes wide at the + Corinthian’s proposition, sat for a long time gazing into his cup in + silence; while his brother and sister continued to express their surprise + and disapprobation and to speak of the respect and consideration which + even kings must pay to the priests and servants of Serapis. + </p> + <p> + At length, once more lifting his wreath and crown, he raised his curls + with both hands, and said, quite calmly and decisively; + </p> + <p> + “We must have a Hebe, and must take her where we find her. If you hesitate + to allow the girl to be fetched it shall be done by my orders. The priests + of Serapis are for the most part Greeks, and the high-priest is a Hellene. + He will not trouble himself much about a half-grown-up girl if he can + thereby oblige you or me. He knows as well as the rest of us that one hand + washes the other! The only question now is—for I would rather avoid + all woman’s outcries—whether the girl will come willingly or + unwillingly if we send for her. What do you think, Lysias?” + </p> + <p> + “I believe she would sooner get out of prison to-day than to-morrow,” + replied Lysias. “Irene is a lighthearted creature, and laughs as clearly + and merrily as a child at play—and besides that they starve her in + her cage.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will have her fetched to-morrow!” said Euergetes. + </p> + <p> + “But,” interrupted Cleopatra, “Asclepiodorus must obey us and not you; and + we, my husband and I—” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot spoil sport with the priests,” laughed Euergetes. “If they + were Egyptians, then indeed! They are not to be taken in their nests + without getting pecked; but here, as I have said, we have to deal with + Greeks. What have you to fear from them? For aught I care you may leave + our Hebe where she is, but I was once much pleased with these + representations, and to-morrow morning, as soon as I have slept, I shall + return to Alexandria, if you do not carry them into effect, and so deprive + me, Heracles, of the bride chosen for me by the gods. I have said what I + have said, and I am not given to changing my mind. Besides, it is time + that we should show ourselves to our friends feasting here in the next + room. They are already merry, and it must be getting late.” + </p> + <p> + With these words Euergetes rose from his couch, and beckoned to Hierax and + a chamberlain, who arranged the folds of his transparent robe, while + Philometor and Cleopatra whispered together, shrugging their shoulders and + shaking their heads; and Publius, pressing his hand on the Corinthian’s + wrist, said in his ear: “You will not give them any help if you value our + friendship; we will leave as soon as we can do so with propriety.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes did not like to be kept waiting. He was already going towards + the door, when Cleopatra called him back, and said pleasantly, but with + gentle reproachfulness: + </p> + <p> + “You know that we are willing to follow the Egyptian custom of carrying + out as far as possible the wishes of a friend and brother for his birthday + festival; but for that very reason it is not right in you to try to force + us into a proceeding which we refuse with difficulty, and yet cannot carry + out without exposing ourselves to the most unpleasant consequences. We beg + you to make some other demand on us, and we will certainly grant it if it + lies in our power.” + </p> + <p> + The young colossus responded to his sister’s appeal with a loud shout of + laughter, waved his arm with a flourish of his hand expressive of haughty + indifference; and then he exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “The only thing I really had a fancy for out of all your possessions you + are not willing to concede, and so I must abide by my word—or I go + on my way.” + </p> + <p> + Again Cleopatra and her husband exchanged a few muttered words and rapid + glances, Euergetes watching them the while; his legs straddled apart, his + huge body bent forward, and his hands resting on his hips. His attitude + expressed so much arrogance and puerile, defiant, unruly audacity, that + Cleopatra found it difficult to suppress an exclamation of disgust before + she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “We are indeed brethren,” she said, “and so, for the sake of the peace + which has been restored and preserved with so much difficulty, we give in. + The best way will be to request Asclepiodorus—” + </p> + <p> + But here Euergetes interrupted the queen, clapping his hands loudly and + laughing: + </p> + <p> + “That is right, sister! only find me my Hebe! How you do it is your + affair, and is all the same to me. To-morrow evening we will have a + rehearsal, and the day after we will give a representation of which our + grandchildren shall repeat the fame. Nor shall a brilliant audience be + lacking, for my complimentary visitors with their priestly splendor and + array of arms will, it is to be hoped, arrive punctually. Come, my lords, + we will go, and see what there is good to drink or to listen to at the + table in the next room.” + </p> + <p> + The doors were opened; music, loud talking, the jingle of cups, and the + noise of laughter sounded through them into the room where the princes had + been supping, and all the king’s guests followed Euergetes, with the + exception of Eulaeus. Cleopatra allowed them to depart without speaking a + word; only to Publius she said: “Till we meet again!” but she detained the + Corinthian, saying: + </p> + <p> + “You, Lysias, are the cause of this provoking business. Try now to repair + the mischief by bringing the girl to us. Do not hesitate! I will guard + her, protect her with the greatest care, rely upon me.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a modest maiden,” replied Lysias, “and will not accompany me + willingly, I am sure. When I proposed her for the part of Hebe I certainly + supposed that a word from you, the king and queen, would suffice to induce + the head of the temple to entrust her to you for a few hours of harmless + amusement. Pardon me if I too quit you now; I have the key of my friend’s + chest still in my possession, and must restore it to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall we have her carried off secretly?” asked Cleopatra of her husband, + when the Corinthian had followed the other guests. + </p> + <p> + “Only let us have no scandal, no violence,” cried Philometor anxiously. + “The best way would be for me to write to Asclepiodorus, and beg him in a + friendly manner to entrust this girl—Ismene or Irene, or whatever + the ill-starred child’s name is—for a few days to you, Cleopatra, + for your pleasure. I can offer him a prospect of an addition to the gift + of land I made today, and which fell far short of his demands.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me entreat your majesty,” interposed Eulaeus, who was now alone with + the royal couple, “let me entreat you not to make any great promises on + this occasion, for the moment you do so Asclepiodorus will attribute an + importance to your desire—” + </p> + <p> + “Which it is far from having, and must not seem to have,” interrupted the + queen. “It is preposterous to waste so many words about a miserable + creature, a water-carrying girl, and to go through so much disturbance—but + how are we to put an end to it all? What is your advice, Eulaeus?” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you for that enquiry, noble princess,” replied Eulaeus. “My lord, + the king, in my opinion, should have the girl carried off, but not with + any violence, nor by a man—whom she would hardly follow so + immediately as is necessary—but by a woman. + </p> + <p> + “I am thinking of the old Egyptian tale of ‘The Two Brothers,’ which you + are acquainted with. The Pharaoh desired to possess himself of the wife of + the younger one, who lived on the Mount of Cedars, and he sent armed men + to fetch her away; but only one of them came back to him, for Batau had + slain all the others. Then a woman was sent with splendid ornaments, such + as women love, and the fair one followed her unresistingly to the palace. + </p> + <p> + “We may spare the ambassadors, and send only the woman; your lady in + waiting, Zoe, will execute this commission admirably. Who can blame us in + any way if a girl, who loves finery, runs away from her keepers?” + </p> + <p> + “But all the world will see her as Hebe,” sighed Philometor, “and proclaim + us—the sovereign protectors of the worship of Serapis—as + violators of the temple, if Asclepiodorus leads the cry. No, no, the + high-priest must first be courteously applied to. In the case of his + raising any difficulties, but not otherwise, shall Zoe make the attempt.” + </p> + <p> + “So be it then,” said the queen, as if it were her part to express her + confirmation of her husband’s proposition. + </p> + <p> + “Let your lady accompany me,” begged Eulaeus, “and prefer your request to + Asclepiodorus. While I am speaking with the high-priest, Zoe can at any + rate win over the girl, and whatever we do must be done to-morrow, or the + Roman will be beforehand with us. I know that he has cast an eye on Irene, + who is in fact most lovely. He gives her flowers, feeds his pet bird with + pheasants and peaches and other sweetmeats, lets himself be lured into the + Serapeum by his lady-love as often as possible, stays there whole hours, + and piously follows the processions, in order to present the violets with + which you graciously honored him by giving them to his fair one—who + no doubt would rather wear royal flowers than any others—” + </p> + <p> + “Liar!” cried the queen, interrupting the courtier in such violent + excitement and such ungoverned rage, so completely beside herself, that + her husband drew back startled. + </p> + <p> + “You are a slanderer! a base calumniator! The Roman attacks you with naked + weapons, but you slink in the dark, like a scorpion, and try to sting your + enemy in the heel. Apelles, the painter, warns us—the grandchildren + of Lagus—against folks of your kidney in the picture he painted + against Antiphilus; as I look at you I am reminded of his Demon of + Calumny. The same spite and malice gleam in your eyes as in hers, and the + same fury and greed for some victim, fire your flushed face! How you would + rejoice if the youth whom Apelles has represented Calumny as clutching by + the hair, could but be Publius! and if only the lean and hollow-eyed form + of Envy, and the loathsome female figures of Cunning and Treachery would + come to your did as they have to hers! But I remember too the steadfast + and truthful glance of the boy she has flung to the ground, his arms + thrown up to heaven, appealing for protection to the goddess and the king—and + though Publius Scipio is man enough to guard himself against open attack, + I will protect him against being surprised from an ambush! Leave this + room! Go, I say, and you shall see how we punish slanderers!” + </p> + <p> + At these words Eulaeus flung himself at the queen’s feet, but she, + breathing hurriedly and with quivering nostrils, looked away over his head + as if she did not even see him, till her husband came towards her, and + said in a voice of most winning gentleness: + </p> + <p> + “Do not condemn him unheard, and raise him from his abasement. At least + give him the opportunity of softening your indignation by bringing the + water-bearer here without angering Asclepiodorus. Carry out this affair + well, Eulaeus, and you will find in me an advocate with Cleopatra.” + </p> + <p> + The king pointed to the door, and Eulaeus retired, bowing deeply and + finding his way out backwards. Philometer, now alone with his wife, said + with mild reproach: + </p> + <p> + “How could you abandon yourself to such unmeasured anger? So faithful and + prudent a servant—and one of the few still living of those to whom + our mother was attached—cannot be sent away like a mere clumsy + attendant. Besides, what is the great crime he has committed? Is it a + slander which need rouse you to such fury when a cautious old man says in + all innocence of a young one—a man belonging to a world which knows + nothing of the mysterious sanctity of Serapis—that he has taken a + fancy to a girl, who is admired by all who see her, that he seeks her out, + and gives her flowers—” + </p> + <p> + “Gives her flowers?” exclaimed Cleopatra, breaking out afresh. “No, he is + accused of persecuting a maiden attached to Serapis—to Serapis I + say. But it is simply false, and you would be as angry as I am if you were + ever capable of feeling manly indignation, and if you did not want to make + use of Eulaeus for many things, some of which I know, and others which you + choose to conceal from me. Only let him fetch the girl; and when once we + have her here, and if I find that the Roman’s indictment against Eulaeus—which + I will hear to-morrow morning—is well founded, you shall see that I + have manly vigor enough for both of us. Come away now; they are waiting + for us in the other room.” + </p> + <p> + The queen gave a call, and chamberlains and servants hurried in; her + shell-shaped litter was brought, and in a few minutes, with her husband by + her side, she was borne into the great peristyle where the grandees of the + court, the commanders of the troops, the most prominent of the officials + of the Egyptian provinces, many artists and savants, and the ambassadors + from foreign powers, were reclining on long rows of couches, and talking + over their wine, the feast itself being ended. + </p> + <p> + The Greeks and the dark-hued Egyptians were about equally represented in + this motley assembly; but among them, and particularly among the learned + and the fighting men, there were also several Israelites and Syrians. + </p> + <p> + The royal pair were received by the company with acclamations and marks of + respect; Cleopatra smiled as sweetly as ever, and waved her fan graciously + as she descended from her litter; still she vouchsafed not the slightest + attention to any one present, for she was seeking Publius, at first among + those who were nearest to the couch prepared for her, and then among the + other Hellenes, the Egyptians, the Jews, the ambassadors—still she + found him not, and when at last she enquired for the Roman of the chief + chamberlain at her side, the official was sent for who had charge of the + foreign envoys. This was an officer of very high rank, whose duty it was + to provide for the representatives of foreign powers, and he was now near + at hand, for he had long been waiting for an opportunity to offer to the + queen a message of leave-taking from Publius Cornelius Scipio, and to tell + her from him, that he had retired to his tent because a letter had come to + him from Rome. + </p> + <p> + “Is that true?” asked the queen letting her feather fan droop, and looking + her interlocutor severely in the face. + </p> + <p> + “The trireme Proteus, coming from Brundisium, entered the harbor of + Eunostus only yesterday,” he replied; “and an hour ago a mounted messenger + brought the letter. Nor was it an ordinary letter but a despatch from the + Senate—I know the form and seal.” + </p> + <p> + “And Lysias, the Corinthian?” + </p> + <p> + “He accompanied the Roman.” + </p> + <p> + “Has the Senate written to him too?” asked the queen annoyed, and + ironically. She turned her back on the officer without any kind of + courtesy, and turning again to the chamberlain she went on, in incisive + tones, as if she were presiding at a trial: + </p> + <p> + “King Euergetes sits there among the Egyptians near the envoys from the + temples of the Upper Country. He looks as if he were giving them a + discourse, and they hang on his lips. What is he saying, and what does all + this mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Before you came in, he was sitting with the Syrians and Jews, and telling + them what the merchants and scribes, whom he sent to the South, have + reported of the lands lying near the lakes through which the Nile is said + to flow. He thinks that new sources of wealth have revealed themselves not + far from the head of the sacred river which can hardly flow in from the + ocean, as the ancients supposed.” + </p> + <p> + “And now?” asked Cleopatra. “What information is he giving to the + Egyptians?” + </p> + <p> + The chamberlain hastened towards Euergetes’ couch, and soon returned to + the queen—who meanwhile had exchanged a few friendly words with + Onias, the Hebrew commander—and informed her in a low tone that the + king was interpreting a passage from the Timaeus of Plato, in which Solon + celebrates the lofty wisdom of the priests of Sais; he was speaking with + much spirit, and the Egyptians received it with loud applause. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra’s countenance darkened more and more, but she concealed it + behind her fan, signed to Philometor to approach, and whispered to him: + </p> + <p> + “Keep near Euergetes; he has a great deal too much to say to the + Egyptians. He is extremely anxious to stand well with them, and those whom + he really desires to please are completely entrapped by his portentous + amiability. He has spoiled my evening, and I shall leave you to + yourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Till to-morrow, then.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall hear the Roman’s complaint up on my roof-terrace; there is always + a fresh air up there. If you wish to be present I will send for you, but + first I would speak to him alone, for he has received letters from the + Senate which may contain something of importance. So, till to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. + </h2> + <p> + While, in the vast peristyle, many a cup was still being emptied, and the + carousers were growing merrier and noisier—while Cleopatra was + abusing the maids and ladies who were undressing her for their clumsiness + and unreadiness, because every touch hurt her, and every pin taken out of + her dress pricked her—the Roman and his friend Lysias walked up and + down in their tent in violent agitation. + </p> + <p> + “Speak lower,” said the Greek, “for the very griffins woven into the + tissue of these thin walls seem to me to be lying in wait, and listening. + </p> + <p> + “I certainly was not mistaken. When I came to fetch the gems I saw a light + gleaming in the doorway as I approached it; but the intruder must have + been warned, for just as I got up to the lantern in front of the servants’ + tent, it disappeared, and the torch which usually burns outside our tent + had not been lighted at all; but a beam of light fell on the road, and a + man’s figure slipped across in a black robe sprinkled with gold ornaments + which I saw glitter as the pale light of the lantern fell upon them—just + as a slimy, black newt glides through a pool. I have good eyes as you + know, and I will give one of them at this moment, if I am mistaken, and if + the cat that stole into our tent was not Eulaeus.” + </p> + <p> + “And why did you not have him caught?” asked Publius, provoked. + </p> + <p> + “Because our tent was pitch-dark,” replied Lysias, “and that stout villain + is as slippery as a badger with the dogs at his heels, Owls, bats and such + vermin which seek their prey by night are all hideous to me, and this + Eulaeus, who grins like a hyaena when he laughs—” + </p> + <p> + “This Eulaeus,” said Publius, interrupting his friend, “shall learn to + know me, and know too by experience that a man comes to no good, who picks + a quarrel with my father’s son.” + </p> + <p> + “But, in the first instance, you treated him with disdain and + discourtesy,” said Lysias, “and that was not wise.” + </p> + <p> + “Wise, and wise, and wise!” the Roman broke out. “He is a scoundrel. It + makes no difference to me so long as he keeps out of my way; but when, as + has been the case for several days now, he constantly sticks close to me + to spy upon me, and treats me as if he were my equal, I will show him that + he is mistaken. He has no reason to complain of my want of frankness; he + knows my opinion of him, and that I am quite inclined to give him a + thrashing. If I wanted to meet his cunning with cunning I should get the + worst of it, for he is far superior to me in intrigue. I shall fare better + with him by my own unconcealed mode of fighting, which is new to him and + puzzles him; besides it is better suited to my own nature, and more + consonant to me than any other. He is not only sly, but is keen-witted, + and he has at once connected the complaint which I have threatened to + bring against him with the manuscript which Serapion, the recluse, gave me + in his presence. There it lies—only look. + </p> + <p> + “Now, being not merely crafty, but a daring rascal too—two qualities + which generally contradict each other, for no one who is really prudent + lives in disobedience to the laws—he has secretly untied the strings + which fastened it. But, you see, he had not time enough to tie the roll up + again! He has read it all or in part, and I wish him joy of the picture of + himself he will have found painted there. The anchorite wields a powerful + pen, and paints with a firm outline and strongly marked coloring. If he + has read the roll to the end it will spare me the trouble of explaining to + him what I purpose to charge him with; if you disturbed him too soon I + shall have to be more explicit in my accusation. Be that as it may, it is + all the same to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, certainly not,” cried Lysias, “for in the first case Eulaeus will + have time to meditate his lies, and bribe witnesses for his defence. If + any one entrusted me with such important papers—and if it had not + been you who neglected to do it—I would carefully seal or lock them + up. Where have you put the despatch from the Senate which the messenger + brought you just now?” + </p> + <p> + “That is locked up in this casket,” replied Publius, moving his hand to + press it more closely over his robe, under which he had carefully hidden + it. + </p> + <p> + “May I not know what it contain?” asked the Corinthian. + </p> + <p> + “No, there is not time for that now, for we must first, and at once, + consider what can be done to repair the last mischief which you have done. + Is it not a disgraceful thing that you should betray the sweet creature + whose childlike embarrassment charmed us this morning—of whom you + yourself said, as we came home, that she reminded you of your lovely + sister—that you should betray her, I say, into the power of the + wildest of all the profligates I ever met—to this monster, whose + pleasures are the unspeakable, whose boast is vice? What has Euergetes—” + </p> + <p> + “By great Poseidon!” cried Lysias, eagerly interrupting his friend. “I + never once thought of this second Alcibiades when I mentioned her. What + can the manager of a performance do, but all in his power to secure the + applause of the audience? and, by my honor! it was for my own sake that I + wanted to bring Irene into the palace—I am mad with love for her—she + has undone me.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye! like Callista, and Phryne, and the flute-player Stephanion,” + interrupted the Roman, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “How should it be different?” asked the Corinthian, looking at his friend + in astonishment. “Eros has many arrows in his quiver; one strikes deeply, + another less deeply; and I believe that the wound I have received to-day + will ache for many a week if I have to give up this child, who is even + more charming than the much-admired Hebe on our cistern.” + </p> + <p> + “I advise you however to accustom yourself to the idea, and the sooner the + better,” said Publius gravely, as he set himself with his arms crossed, + directly in front of the Greek. “What would you feel inclined to do to me + if I took a fancy to lure your pretty sister—whom Irene, I repeat + it, is said to resemble—to tempt her with base cunning from your + parents’ house?” + </p> + <p> + “I protest against any such comparison,” cried the Corinthian very + positively, and more genuinely exasperated than the Roman had ever seen + him. + </p> + <p> + “You are angry without cause,” replied Publius calmly and gravely. “Your + sister is a charming girl, the ornament of your illustrious house, and yet + I dare compare the humble Irene—” + </p> + <p> + “With her! do you mean to say?” Lysias shouted again. “That is a poor + return for the hospitality which was shown to you by my parents and of + which you formally sang the praises. I am a good-natured fellow and will + submit to more from you than from any other man—I know not why, + myself;—but in a matter like this I do not understand a joke! My + sister is the only daughter of the noblest and richest house in Corinth + and has many suitors. She is in no respect inferior to the child of your + own parents, and I should like to know what you would say if I made so + bold as to compare the proud Lucretia with this poor little thing, who + carries water like a serving-maid.” + </p> + <p> + “Do so, by all means!” interrupted Publius coolly, “I do not take your + rage amiss, for you do not know who these two sisters are, in the temple + of Serapis. Besides, they do not fill their jars for men but in the + service of a god. Here—take this roll and read it through while I + answer the despatch from Rome. Here! Spartacus, come and light a few more + lamps.” + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes the two young men were sitting opposite each other at the + table which stood in the middle of their tent. Publius wrote busily, and + only looked up when his friend, who was reading the anchorite’s document, + struck his hand on the table in disgust or sprang from his seat + ejaculating bitter words of indignation. Both had finished at the same + moment, and when Publius had folded and sealed his letter, and Lysias had + flung the roll on to the table, the Roman said slowly, as he looked his + friend steadily in the face: “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “Well!” repeated Lysias. I now find myself in the humiliating position of + being obliged to deem myself more stupid than you—I must own you in + the right, and beg your pardon for having thought you insolent and + arrogant! Never, no never did I hear a story so infernally scandalous as + that in that roll, and such a thing could never have occurred but among + these accursed Egyptians! Poor little Irene! And how can the dear little + girl have kept such a sunny look through it all! I could thrash myself + like any school-boy to think that I—a fool among fools—should + have directed the attention of Euergetes to this girl, and he, the most + powerful and profligate man in the whole country. What can now be done to + save Irene from him? I cannot endure the thought of seeing her abandoned + to his clutches, and I will not permit it to happen. + </p> + <p> + “Do not you think that we ought to take the water-bearers under our + charge?” + </p> + <p> + “Not only we ought but we must,” said Publius decisively; “and if we did + not we should be contemptible wretches. Since the recluse took me into his + confidence I feel as if it were my duty to watch over these girls whose + parents have been stolen from them, as if I were their guardian—and + you, my Lysias, shall help me. The elder sister is not now very friendly + towards me, but I do not esteem her the less for that; the younger one + seems less grave and reserved than Klea; I saw how she responded to your + smile when the procession broke up. Afterwards, you did not come home + immediately any more than I did, and I suspect that it was Irene who + detained you. Be frank, I earnestly beseech you, and tell me all; for we + must act in unison, and with thorough deliberation, if we hope to succeed + in spoiling Euergetes’ game.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not much to tell you,” replied the Corinthian. “After the + procession I went to the Pastophorium—naturally it was to see Irene, + and in order not to fail in this I allowed the pilgrims to tell me what + visions the god had sent them in their dreams, and what advice had been + given them in the temple of Asclepius as to what to do for their own + complaints, and those of their cousins, male and female. + </p> + <p> + “Quite half an hour had passed so before Irene came. She carried a little + basket in which lay the gold ornaments she had worn at the festival, and + which she had to restore to the keeper of the temple-treasure. My + pomegranate-flower, which she had accepted in the morning, shone upon me + from afar, and then, when she caught sight of me and blushed all over, + casting down her eyes, then it was that it first struck me ‘just like the + Hebe on our cistern.’ + </p> + <p> + “She wanted to pass me, but I detained her, begging her to show me the + ornaments in her hand; I said a number of things such as girls like to + hear, and then I asked her if she were strictly watched, and whether they + gave her delicate little hands and feet—which were worthy of better + occupation than water-carrying—a great deal to do. She did not + hesitate to answer, but with all she said she rarely raised her eyes. The + longer you look at her the lovelier she is—and yet she is still a + mere child-though a child certainly who no longer loves staying at home, + who has dreams of splendor, and enjoyment, and freedom while she is kept + shut up in a dismal, dark place, and left to starve. + </p> + <p> + “The poor creatures may never quit the temple excepting for a procession, + or before sunrise. It sounded too delightful when she said that she was + always so horribly tired, and so glad to go to sleep again after she was + waked, and had to go out at once just when it is coldest, in the twilight + before sunrise. Then she has to draw water from a cistern called the Well + of the Sun.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know where that cistern lies?” asked Publius. + </p> + <p> + “Behind the acacia-grove,” answered Lysias. “The guide pointed it out to + me. It is said to hold particularly sacred water, which must be poured as + a libation to the god at sunrise, unmixed with any other. The girls must + get up so early, that as soon as dawn breaks water from this cistern shall + not be lacking at the altar of Serapis. It is poured out on the earth by + the priests as a drink-offering.” + </p> + <p> + Publius had listened attentively, and had not lost a word of his friend’s + narrative. He now quitted him hastily, opened the tent-door, and went out + into the night, looking up to discover the hour from the stars which were + silently pursuing their everlasting courses in countless thousands, and + sparkling with extraordinary brilliancy in the deep blue sky. The moon was + already set, and the morning-star was slowly rising—every night + since the Roman had been in the land of the Pyramids he had admired its + magnificent size and brightness. + </p> + <p> + A cold breeze fanned the young man’s brow, and as he drew his robe across + his breast with a shiver, he thought of the sisters, who, before long, + would have to go out in the fresh morning air. Once more he raised his + eyes from the earth to the firmament over his head, and it seemed to him + that he saw before his very eyes the proud form of Klea, enveloped in a + mantle sown over with stars. His heart throbbed high, and he felt as if + the breeze that his heaving breast inhaled in deep breaths was as fresh + and pure as the ether that floats over Elysium, and of a strange potency + withal, as if too rare to breathe. Still he fancied he saw before him the + image of Klea, but as he stretched out his hand towards the beautiful + vision it vanished—a sound of hoofs and wheels fell upon his ear. + Publius was not accustomed to abandon himself to dreaming when action was + needed, and this reminded him of the purpose for which he had come out + into the open air. Chariot after chariot came driving past as he returned + into his tent. Lysias, who during his absence had been pacing up and down + and reflecting, met him with the question: + </p> + <p> + “How long is it yet till sunrise?” + </p> + <p> + “Hardly two hours,” replied the Roman. “And we must make good use of them + if we would not arrive too late.” + </p> + <p> + “So I think too,” said the Corinthian. “The sisters will soon be at the + Well of the Sun outside the temple walls, and I will persuade Irene to + follow me. You think I shall not be successful? Nor do I myself—but + still perhaps she will if I promise to show her something very pretty, and + if she does not suspect that she is to be parted from her sister, for she + is like a child.” + </p> + <p> + “But Klea,” interrupted Publius thoughtfully, “is grave and prudent; and + the light tone which you are so ready to adopt will be very little to her + taste, Consider that, and dare the attempt—no, you dare not deceive + her. Tell her the whole truth, out of Irene’s hearing, with the gravity + the matter deserves, and she will not hinder her sister when she knows how + great and how imminent is the danger that threatens her.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” said the Corinthian. “I will be so solemnly earnest that the most + wrinkled and furrowed graybeard among the censors of your native city + shall seem a Dionysiac dancer compared with me. I will speak like your + Cato when he so bitterly complained that the epicures of Rome paid more + now for a barrel of fresh herrings than for a yoke of oxen. You shall be + perfectly satisfied with me!—But whither am I to conduct Irene? I + might perhaps make use of one of the king’s chariots which are passing now + by dozens to carry the guests home.” + </p> + <p> + “I also had thought of that,” replied Publius. “Go with the chief of the + Diadoches, whose splendid house was shown to us yesterday. It is on the + way to the Serapeum, and just now at the feast you were talking with him + incessantly. When there, indemnify the driver by the gift of a gold piece, + so that he may not betray us, and do not return here but proceed to the + harbor. I will await you near the little temple of Isis with our + travelling chariot and my own horses, will receive Irene, and conduct her + to some new refuge while you drive back Fuergetes’ chariot, and restore it + to the driver.” + </p> + <p> + “That will not satisfy me by any means,” said Lysias very gravely; “I was + ready to give up my pomegranate-flower to you yesterday for Irene, but + herself—” + </p> + <p> + “I want nothing of her,” exclaimed Publius annoyed. “But you might—it + seems to me—be rather more zealous in helping me to preserve her + from the misfortune which threatens her through your own blunder. We + cannot bring her here, but I think that I have thought of a safe + hiding-place for her. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember Apollodorus, the sculptor, to whom we were recommended by + my father, and his kind and friendly wife who set before us that capital + Chios wine? The man owes me a service, for my father commissioned him and + his assistants to execute the mosaic pavement in the new arcade he was + having built in the capitol; and subsequently, when the envy of rival + artists threatened his life, my father saved him. You yourself heard him + say that he and his were all at my disposal.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, certainly,” said Lysias. “But say, does it not strike you as + most extraordinary that artists, the very men, that is to say, who beyond + all others devote themselves to ideal aims and efforts, are particularly + ready to yield to the basest impulses; envy, detraction, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Man!” exclaimed Publius, angrily interrupting the Greek, “can you never + for ten seconds keep on the same subject, and never keep anything to + yourself that comes into your head? We have just now, as it seems to me, + more important matters to discuss than the jealousy of each other shown by + artists—and in my opinion, by learned men too. The sculptor + Apollodorus, who is thus beholden to me, has been living here for the last + six months with his wife and daughters, for he has been executing for + Philometor the busts of the philosophers, and the animal groups to + decorate the open space in front of the tomb of Apis. His sons are + managers of his large factory in Alexandria, and when he next goes there, + down the Nile in his boat, as often happens, he can take Irene with him, + and put her on board a ship. + </p> + <p> + “As to where we can have her taken to keep her safe from Euergetes, we + will talk that over afterwards with Apollodorus.” + </p> + <p> + “Good, very good,” agreed the Corinthian. “By Heracles! I am not + suspicious—still it does not altogether please me that you should + yourself conduct Irene to Apollodorus, for if you are seen in her company + our whole project may be shipwrecked. Send the sculptor’s wife, who is + little known in Memphis, to the temple of Isis, and request her to bring a + veil and cloak to conceal the girl. Greet the gay Milesian from me too, + and tell her—no, tell her nothing—I shall see her myself + afterwards at the temple of Isis.” + </p> + <p> + During the last words of this conversation, slaves had been enveloping the + two young men in their mantles. They now quitted the tent together, wished + each other success, and set out at a brisk pace; the Roman to have his + horses harnessed, and Lysias to accompany the chief of the Diadoches in + one of the king’s chariots, and then to act on the plan he had agreed upon + with Publius. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. + </h2> + <p> + Chariot after chariot hurried out of the great gate of the king’s palace + and into the city, now sunk in slumber. All was still in the great + banqueting-hall, and dark-hued slaves began with brooms and sponges to + clean the mosaic pavement, which was strewed with rose leaves and with + those that had fallen from the faded garlands of ivy and poplar; while + here and there the spilt wine shone with a dark gleam in the dim light of + the few lamps that had not been extinguished. + </p> + <p> + A young flute-player, overcome with sleep and wine, still sat in one + corner. The poplar wreath that had crowned his curls had slipped over his + pretty face, but even in sleep he still held his flute clasped fast in his + fingers. The servants let him sleep on, and bustled about without noticing + him; only an overseer pointed to him, and said laughing: + </p> + <p> + “His companions went home no more sober than that one. He is a pretty boy, + and pretty Chloes lover besides—she will look for him in vain this + morning.” + </p> + <p> + “And to-morrow too perhaps,” answered another; “for if the fat king sees + her, poor Damon will have seen the last of her.” + </p> + <p> + But the fat king, as Euergetes was called by the Alexandrians, and, + following their example, by all the rest of Egypt, was not just then + thinking of Chloe, nor of any such person; he was in the bath attached to + his splendidly fitted residence. Divested of all clothing, he was standing + in the tepid fluid which completely filled a huge basin of white marble. + The clear surface of the perfumed water mirrored statues of nymphs fleeing + from the pursuit of satyrs, and reflected the shimmering light of numbers + of lamps suspended from the ceiling. At the upper end of the bath reclined + the bearded and stalwart statue of the Nile, over whom the sixteen infant + figures—representing the number of ells to which the great Egyptian + stream must rise to secure a favorable inundation—clambered and + played to the delight of their noble father Nile and of themselves. From + the vase which supported the arm of the venerable god flowed an abundant + stream of cold water, which five pretty lads received in slender alabaster + vases, and poured over the head and the enormously prominent muscles of + the breast, the back and the arms of the young king who was taking his + bath. + </p> + <p> + “More, more—again and again,” cried Euergetes, as the boys began to + pause in bringing and pouring the water; and then, when they threw a fresh + stream over him, he snorted and plunged with satisfaction, and a perfect + shower of jets splashed off him as the blast of his breath sputtered away + the water that fell over his face. + </p> + <p> + At last he shouted out: “Enough!” flung himself with all his force into + the water, that spurted up as if a huge block of stone had been thrown + into it, held his head for a long time under water, and then went up the + marble steps of the bath shaking his head violently and mischievously in + his boyish insolence, so as thoroughly to wet his friends and servants who + were standing round the margin of the basin; he suffered himself to be + wrapped in snowy-white sheets of the thinnest and finest linen, to be + sprinkled with costly essences of delicate odor, and then he withdrew into + a small room hung all round with gaudy hangings. + </p> + <p> + There he flung himself on a mound of soft cushions, and said with a + deep-drawn breath: “Now I am happy; and I am as sober again as a baby that + has never tasted anything but its mother’s milk. Pindar is right! there is + nothing better than water! and it slakes that raging fire which wine + lights up in our brain and blood. Did I talk much nonsense just now, + Hierax?” + </p> + <p> + The man thus addressed, the commander-in-chief of the royal troops, and + the king’s particular friend, cast a hesitating glance at the bystanders; + but, Euergetes desiring him to speak without reserve, he replied: + </p> + <p> + “Wine never weakens the mind of such as you are to the point of folly, but + you were imprudent. It would be little short of a miracle if Philometor + did not remark—” + </p> + <p> + “Capital!” interrupted the king sitting up on his cushions. “You, Hierax, + and you, Komanus, remain here—you others may go. But do not go too + far off, so as to be close at hand in case I should need you. In these + days as much happens in a few hours as usually takes place in as many + years.” + </p> + <p> + Those who were thus dismissed withdrew, only the king’s dresser, a + Macedonian of rank, paused doubtfully at the door, but Euergetes signed to + him to retire immediately, calling after him: + </p> + <p> + “I am very merry and shall not go to bed. At three hours after sunrise I + expect Aristarchus—and for work too. Put out the manuscripts that I + brought. Is the Eunuch Eulaeus waiting in the anteroom? Yes—so much + the better! + </p> + <p> + “Now we are alone, my wise friends Hierax and Komanus, and I must explain + to you that on this occasion, out of pure prudence, you seem to me to have + been anything rather than prudent. To be prudent is to have the command of + a wide circle of thought, so that what is close at hand is no more an + obstacle than what is remote. The narrow mind can command only that which + lies close under observation; the fool and visionary only that which is + far off. I will not blame you, for even the wisest has his hours of folly, + but on this occasion you have certainly overlooked that which is at hand, + in gazing at the distance, and I see you stumble in consequence. If you + had not fallen into that error you would hardly have looked so bewildered + when, just now, I exclaimed ‘Capital!’ + </p> + <p> + “Now, attend to me. Philometor and my sister know very well what my humor + is, and what to expect of me. If I had put on the mask of a satisfied man + they would have been surprised, and have scented mischief, but as it was I + showed myself to them exactly what I always am and even more reckless than + usual, and talked of what I wanted so openly that they may indeed look + forward to some deed of violence at my hands but hardly to a treacherous + surprise, and that tomorrow; for he who falls on his enemy in the rear + makes no noise about it. + </p> + <p> + “If I believed in your casuistry, I might think that to attack the enemy + from behind was not a particularly fine thing to do, for even I would + rather see a man’s face than his rear—particularly in the case of my + brother and sister, who are both handsome to look upon. But what can a man + do? After all, the best thing to do is what wins the victory and makes the + game. Indeed, my mode of warfare has found supporters among the wise. If + you want to catch mice you must waste bacon, and if we are to tempt men + into a snare we must know what their notions and ideas are, and begin by + endeavoring to confuse them. + </p> + <p> + “A bull is least dangerous when he runs straight ahead in his fury; while + his two-legged opponent is least dangerous when he does not know what he + is about and runs feeling his way first to the right and then to the left. + Thanks to your approval—for I have deserved it, and I hope to be + able to return it, my friend Hierax. I am curious as to your report. Shake + up the cushion here under my head—and now you may begin.” + </p> + <p> + “All appears admirably arranged,” answered the general. “The flower of our + troops, the Diadoches and Hetairoi, two thousand-five hundred men, are on + their way hither, and by to-morrow will encamp north of Memphis. Five + hundred will find their way into the citadel, with the priests and other + visitors to congratulate you on your birthday, the other two thousand will + remain concealed in the tents. The captain of your brother Philometor’s + Philobasilistes is bought over, and will stand by us; but his price was + high—Komanus was forced to offer him twenty talents before he would + bite.” + </p> + <p> + “He shall have them,” said the king laughing, “and he shall keep them too, + till it suits me to regard him as suspicious, and to reward him according + to his deserts by confiscating his estates. Well! proceed.” + </p> + <p> + “In order to quench the rising in Thebes, the day before yesterday + Philometor sent the best of the mercenaries with the standards of Desilaus + and Arsinoe to the South. Certainly it cost not a little to bribe the + ringleaders, and to stir up the discontent to an outbreak.” + </p> + <p> + “My brother will repay us for this outlay,” interrupted the king, “when we + pour his treasure into our own coffers. Go on.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall have most difficulty with the priests and the Jews. The former + cling to Philometor, because he is the eldest son of his father, and has + given large bounties to the temples, particularly of Apollinopolis and + Philae; the Jews are attached to him, because he favors them more than the + Greeks, and he, and his wife—your illustrious sister—trouble + themselves with their vain religious squabbles; he disputes with them + about the doctrines contained in their book, and at table too prefers + conversing with them to any one else.” + </p> + <p> + “I will salt the wine and meat for them that they fatten on here,” cried + Euergetes vehemently, “I forbade to-day their presence at my table, for + they have good eyes and wits as sharp as their noses. And they are most + dangerous when they are in fear, or can reckon on any gains. + </p> + <p> + “At the same time it cannot be denied that they are honest and tenacious, + and as most of them are possessed of some property they rarely make common + cause with the shrieking mob—particularly here in Alexandria. + </p> + <p> + “Envy alone can reproach them for their industry and enterprise, for the + activity of the Hellenes has improved upon the example set by them and + their Phoenician kindred. + </p> + <p> + “They thrive best in peaceful times, and since the world runs more quietly + here, under my brother and sister, than under me, they attach themselves + to them, lend my brother money, and supply my sister with cut stones, + sapphires and emeralds, selling fine stuffs and other woman’s gear for a + scrap of written papyrus, which will soon be of no more value than the + feather which falls from the wing of that green screaming bird on the + perch yonder. + </p> + <p> + “It is incomprehensible to me that so keen a people cannot perceive that + there is nothing permanent but change, nothing so certain as that nothing + is certain; and that they therefore should regard their god as the one + only god, their own doctrine as absolutely and eternally true, and that + they contemn what other peoples believe. + </p> + <p> + “These darkened views make fools of them, but certainly good soldiers too—perhaps + by reason indeed of this very exalted self-consciousness and their firm + reliance on their supreme god.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they certainly are,” assented Hierax. “But they serve your brother + more willingly, and at a lower price, than us.” + </p> + <p> + “I will show them,” cried the king, “that their taste is a perverted and + obnoxious one. I require of the priests that they should instruct the + people to be obedient, and to bear their privations patiently; but the + Jews,” and at these words his eyes rolled with an ominous glare, “the Jews + I will exterminate, when the time comes.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be good for our treasury too,” laughed Komanus. + </p> + <p> + “And for the temples in the country,” added Euergetes, “for though I seek + to extirpate other foes I would rather win over the priests; and I must + try to win them if Philometor’s kingdom falls into my hands, for the + Egyptians require that their king should be a god; and I cannot arrive at + the dignity of a real god, to whom my swarthy subjects will pray with + thorough satisfaction, and without making my life a burden to me by + continual revolts, unless I am raised to it by the suffrages of the + priests.” + </p> + <p> + “And nevertheless,” replied Hierax, who was the only one of Euergetes’ + dependents, who dared to contradict him on important questions, + “nevertheless this very day a grave demand is to be preferred on your + account to the high-priest of Serapis. You press for the surrender of a + servant of the god, and Philometor will not neglect—” + </p> + <p> + “Will not neglect,” interrupted Euergetes, “to inform the mighty + Asclepiodorus that he wants the sweet creature for me, and not for + himself. Do you know that Eros has pierced my heart, and that I burn for + the fair Irene, although these eyes have not yet been blessed with the + sight of her? + </p> + <p> + “I see you believe me, and I am speaking the exact truth, for I vow I will + possess myself of this infantine Hebe as surely as I hope to win my + brother’s throne; but when I plant a tree, it is not merely to ornament my + garden but to get some use of it. You will see how I will win over both + the prettiest of little lady-loves and the high-priest who, to be sure, is + a Greek, but still a man hard to bend. My tools are all ready outside + there. + </p> + <p> + “Now, leave me, and order Eulaeus to join me here.” + </p> + <p> + “You are as a divinity,” said Komanus, bowing deeply, “and we but as frail + mortals. Your proceedings often seem dark and incomprehensible to our weak + intellect, but when a course, which to us seems to lead to no good issue, + turns out well, we are forced to admit with astonishment that you always + choose the best way, though often a tortuous one.” + </p> + <p> + For a short time the king was alone, sitting with his black brows knit, + and gazing meditatively at the floor. But as soon as he heard the soft + foot-fall of Eulaeus, and the louder step of his guide, he once more + assumed the aspect of a careless and reckless man of the world, shouted a + jolly welcome to Eulaeus, reminded him of his, the king’s, boyhood, and of + how often he, Eulaeus, had helped him to persuade his mother to grant him + some wish she had previously refused him. + </p> + <p> + “But now, old boy,” continued the king, “the times are changed, and with + you now-a-days it is everything for Philometor and nothing for poor + Euergetes, who, being the younger, is just the one who most needs your + assistance.” + </p> + <p> + Eulaeus bowed with a smile which conveyed that he understood perfectly how + little the king’s last words were spoken in earnest, and he said: + </p> + <p> + “I purposed always to assist the weaker of you two, and that is what I + believe myself to be doing now.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean my sister?” + </p> + <p> + “Our sovereign lady Cleopatra is of the sex which is often unjustly called + the weaker. Though you no doubt were pleased to speak in jest when you + asked that question, I feel bound to answer you distinctly that it was not + Cleopatra that I meant, but King Philometor.” + </p> + <p> + “Philometor? Then you have no faith in his strength, you regard me as + stronger than he; and yet, at the banquet to-day, you offered me your + services, and told me that the task had devolved upon you of demanding the + surrender of the little serving-maiden of Serapis, in the king’s name, of + Asclepiodorus, the high-priest. Do you call that aiding the weaker? But + perhaps you were drunk when you told me that? + </p> + <p> + “No? You were more moderate than I? Then some other change of views must + have taken place in you; and yet that would very much surprise me, since + your principles require you to aid the weaker son of my mother—” + </p> + <p> + “You are laughing at me,” interrupted the courtier with gentle + reproachfulness, and yet in a tone of entreaty. “If I took your side it + was not from caprice, but simply and expressly from a desire to remain + faithful to the one aim and end of my life.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is?” + </p> + <p> + “To provide for the welfare of this country in the same sense as did your + illustrious mother, whose counsellor I was.” + </p> + <p> + “But you forget to mention the other—to place yourself to the best + possible advantage.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not forget it, but I did not mention it, for I know how closely + measured out are the moments of a king; and besides, it seems to me as + self-evident that we think of our personal advantage as that when we buy a + horse we also buy his shadow.” + </p> + <p> + “How subtle! But I no more blame you than I should a girl who stands + before her mirror to deck herself for her lover, and who takes the same + opportunity of rejoicing in her own beauty. + </p> + <p> + “However, to return to your first speech. It is for the sake of Egypt as + you think—if I understand you rightly—that you now offer me + the services you have hitherto devoted to my brother’s interests?” + </p> + <p> + “As you say; in these difficult times the country needs the will and the + hand of a powerful leader.” + </p> + <p> + “And such a leader you think I am?” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, a giant in strength of will, body and intellect—whose desire + to unite the two parts of Egypt in your sole possession cannot fail, if + you strike and grasp boldly, and if—” + </p> + <p> + “If?” repeated the king, looking at the speaker so keenly that his eyes + fell, and he answered softly: + </p> + <p> + “If Rome should raise no objection.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes shrugged his shoulders, and replied gravely: + </p> + <p> + “Rome indeed is like Fate, which always must give the final decision in + everything we do. I have certainly not been behindhand in enormous + sacrifices to mollify that inexorable power, and my representative, + through whose hands pass far greater sums than through those of the + paymasters of the troops, writes me word that they are not unfavorably + disposed towards me in the Senate.” + </p> + <p> + “We have learned that from ours also. You have more friends by the Tiber + than Philometor, my own king, has; but our last despatch is already + several weeks old, and in the last few days things have occurred—” + </p> + <p> + “Speak!” cried Euergetes, sitting bolt upright on his cushions. “But if + you are laying a trap for me, and if you are speaking now as my brother’s + tool, I will punish you—aye! and if you fled to the uttermost cave + of the Troglodytes I would have you followed up, and you should be torn in + pieces alive, as surely as I believe myself to be the true son of my + father.” + </p> + <p> + “And I should deserve the punishment,” replied Eulaeus humbly. Then he + went on: “If I see clearly, great events lie before us in the next few + days.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—truly,” said Euergetes firmly. + </p> + <p> + “But just at present Philometor is better represented in Rome than he has + ever been. You made acquaintance with young Publius Scipio at the king’s + table, and showed little zeal in endeavoring to win his good graces.” + </p> + <p> + “He is one of the Cornelii,” interrupted the king, “a distinguished young + man, and related to all the noblest blood of Rome; but he is not an + ambassador; he has travelled from Athens to Alexandria, in order to learn + more than he need; and he carries his head higher and speaks more freely + than becomes him before kings, because the young fellows fancy it looks + well to behave like their elders.” + </p> + <p> + “He is of more importance than you imagine.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will invite him to Alexandria, and there will win him over in + three days, as surely as my name is Euergetes.” + </p> + <p> + “It will then be too late, for he has to-day received, as I know for + certain, plenipotentiary powers from the Senate to act in their name in + case of need, until the envoy who is to be sent here again arrives.” + </p> + <p> + “And I only now learn this for the first time!” cried the king springing + up from his couch, “my friends must be deaf, and blind and dull indeed, if + still I have any, and my servants and emissaries too! I cannot bear this + haughty ungracious fellow, but I will invite him tomorrow morning—nay + I will invite him to-day, to a festive entertainment, and send him the + four handsomest horses that I have brought with me from Cyrene. I will—” + </p> + <p> + “It will all be in vain,” said Eulaeus calmly and dispassionately. “For he + is master, in the fullest and widest meaning of the word, of the queen’s + favor—nay—if I may permit myself to speak out freely—of + Cleopatra’s more than warm liking, and he enjoys this sweetest of gifts + with a thankful heart. Philometor—as he always does—lets + matters go as they may, and Cleopatra and Publius—Publius and + Cleopatra triumph even publicly in their love; gaze into each other’s eyes + like any pair of pastoral Arcadians, exchange cups and kiss the rim on the + spot where the lips of the other have touched it. Promise and grant what + you will to this man, he will stand by your sister; and if you should + succeed in expelling her from the throne he would boldly treat you as + Popilius Laenas did your uncle Antiochus: he would draw a circle round + your person, and say that if you dared to step beyond it Rome would march + against you.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes listened in silence, then, flinging away the draperies that + wrapped his body, he paced up and down in stormy agitation, groaning from + time to time, and roaring like a wild bull that feels itself confined with + cords and bands, and that exerts all its strength in vain to rend them. + </p> + <p> + Finally he stood still in front of Eulaeus and asked him: + </p> + <p> + “What more do you know of the Roman?” + </p> + <p> + “He, who would not allow you to compare yourself to Alcibiades, is + endeavoring to out-do that darling of the Athenian maidens; for he is not + content with having stolen the heart of the king’s wife, he is putting out + his hand to reach the fairest virgin who serves the highest of the gods. + The water-bearer whom Lysias, the Roman’s friend, recommended for a Hebe + is beloved by Publius, and he hopes to enjoy her favors more easily in + your gay palace than he can in the gloomy temple of Serapis.” + </p> + <p> + At these words the king struck his forehead with his hand, exclaiming: + “Oh! to be a king—a man who is a match for any ten! and to be + obliged to submit with a patient shrug like a peasant whose grain my + horsemen crush into the ground! + </p> + <p> + “He can spoil everything; mar all my plans and thwart all my desires—and + I can do nothing but clench my fist, and suffocate with rage. But this + fuming and groaning are just as unavailing as my raging and cursing by the + death-bed of my mother, who was dead all the same and never got up again. + </p> + <p> + “If this Publius were a Greek, a Syrian, an Egyptian—nay, were he my + own brother—I tell you, Eulaeus, he should not long stand in my way; + but he is plenipotentiary from Rome, and Rome is Fate—Rome is Fate.” + </p> + <p> + The king flung himself back on to his cushions with a deep sigh, and as if + crushed with despair, hiding his face in the soft pillows; but Eulaeus + crept noiselessly up to the young giant, and whispered in his ear with + solemn deliberateness: + </p> + <p> + “Rome is Fate, but even Rome can do nothing against Fate. Publius Scipio + must die because he is ruining your mother’s daughter, and stands in the + way of your saving Egypt. The Senate would take a terrible revenge if he + were murdered, but what can they do if wild beasts fall on their + plenipotentiary, and tear him to pieces?” + </p> + <p> + “Grand! splendid!” cried Euergetes, springing again to his feet, and + opening his large eyes with radiant surprise and delight, as if heaven + itself had opened before them, revealing the sublime host of the gods + feasting at golden tables. + </p> + <p> + “You are a great man, Eulaeus, and I shall know how to reward you; but do + you know of such wild beasts as we require, and do they know how to + conduct themselves so that no one shall dare to harbor even the shadow of + a suspicion that the wounds torn by their teeth and claws were inflicted + by daggers, pikes or spearheads?” + </p> + <p> + “Be perfectly easy,” replied Eulaeus. “These beasts of prey have already + had work to do here in Memphis, and are in the service of the king—” + </p> + <p> + “Aha! of my gentle brother!” laughed Euergetes. “And he boasts of never + having killed any one excepting in battle—and now—” + </p> + <p> + “But Philometor has a wife,” interposed Eulaeus; and Euergetes went on. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, woman, woman! what is there that a man may not learn from a woman?” + </p> + <p> + Then he added in a lower tone: “When can your wild beasts do their work?” + </p> + <p> + “The sun has long since risen; before it sets I will have made my + preparations, and by about midnight, I should think, the deed may be done. + We will promise the Roman a secret meeting, lure him out to the temple of + Serapis, and on his way home through the desert—” + </p> + <p> + “Aye, then,—” cried the king, making a thrust at his own breast as + though his hand held a dagger, and he added in warning: “But your beasts + must be as powerful as lions, and as cautious-as cautious, as cats. If you + want gold apply to Komanus, or, better still, take this purse. Is it + enough? Still I must ask you; have you any personal ground of hatred + against the Roman?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Eulaeus decisively. “He guesses that I know all about him + and his doings, and he has attacked me with false accusations which may + bring me into peril this very day. If you should hear that the queen has + decided on throwing me into prison, take immediate steps for my + liberation.” + </p> + <p> + “No one shall touch a hair of your head; depend upon that. I see that it + is to your interest to play my game, and I am heartily glad of it, for a + man works with all his might for no one but himself. And now for the last + thing: When will you fetch my little Hebe?” + </p> + <p> + “In an hour’s time I am going to Asclepiodorus; but we must not demand the + girl till to-morrow, for today she must remain in the temple as a + decoy-bird for Publius Scipio.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take patience; still I have yet another charge to give you. + Represent the matter to the high-priest in such a way that he shall think + my brother wishes to gratify one of my fancies by demanding—absolutely + demanding—the water-bearer on my behalf. Provoke the man as far as + is possible without exciting suspicion, and if I know him rightly, he will + stand upon his rights, and refuse you persistently. Then, after you, will + come Komanus from me with greetings and gifts and promises. + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow, when we have done what must be done to the Roman, you shall + fetch the girl in my brother’s name either by cunning or by force; and the + day after, if the gods graciously lend me their aid in uniting the two + realms of Egypt under my own hand, I will explain to Asclepiodorus that I + have punished Philometor for his sacrilege against his temple, and have + deposed him from the throne. Serapis shall see which of us is his friend. + </p> + <p> + “If all goes well, as I mean that it shall, I will appoint you Epitropon + of the re-united kingdom—that I swear to you by the souls of my + deceased ancestors. I will speak with you to-day at any hour you may + demand it.” + </p> + <p> + Eulaeus departed with a step as light as if his interview with the king + had restored him to youth. + </p> + <p> + When Hierax, Komanus, and the other officers returned to the room, + Euergetes gave orders that his four finest horses from Cyrene should be + led before noonday to his friend Publius Cornelius Scipio, in token of his + affection and respect. Then he suffered himself to be dressed, and went to + Aristarchus with whom he sat down to work at his studies. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. + </h2> + <p> + The temple of Serapis lay in restful silence, enveloped in darkness, which + so far hid its four wings from sight as to give it the aspect of a single + rock-like mass wrapped in purple mist. + </p> + <p> + Outside the temple precincts too all had been still; but just now a + clatter of hoofs and rumble of wheels was audible through the silence, + otherwise so profound that it seemed increased by every sound. Before the + vehicle which occasioned this disturbance had reached the temple, it + stopped, just outside the sacred acacia-grove, for the neighing of a horse + was now audible in that direction. + </p> + <p> + It was one of the king’s horses that neighed; Lysias, the Greek, tied him + up to a tree by the road at the edge of the grove, flung his mantle over + the loins of the smoking beast; and feeling his way from tree to tree soon + found himself by the Well of the Sun where he sat down on the margin. + </p> + <p> + Presently from the east came a keen, cold breeze, the harbinger of + sunrise; the gray gloaming began by degrees to pierce and part the tops of + the tall trees, which, in the darkness, had seemed a compact black roof. + The crowing of cocks rang out from the court-yard of the temple, and, as + the Corinthian rose with a shiver to warm himself by a rapid walk + backwards and forwards, he heard a door creak near the outer wall of the + temple, of which the outline now grew sharper and clearer every instant in + the growing light. + </p> + <p> + He now gazed with eager observation down the path which, as the day + approached, stood out with increasing clearness from the surrounding + shades, and his heart began to beat faster as he perceived a figure + approaching the well, with rapid steps. It was a human form that advanced + towards him—only one—no second figure accompanied it; but it + was not a man—no, a woman in a long robe. Still, she for whom he + waited was surely smaller than the woman, who now came near to him. Was it + the elder and not the younger sister, whom alone he was anxious to speak + with, who came to the well this morning? + </p> + <p> + He could now distinguish her light foot-fall—now she was divided + from him by a young acacia-shrub which hid her from his gaze-now she set + down two water-jars on the ground—now she briskly lifted the bucket + and filled the vessel she held in her left hand—now she looked + towards the eastern horizon, where the dim light of dawn grew broader and + brighter, and Lysias thought he recognized Irene—and now—Praised + be the gods! he was sure; before him stood the younger and not the elder + sister; the very maiden whom he sought. + </p> + <p> + Still half concealed by the acacia-shrub, and in a soft voice so as not to + alarm her, he called Irene’s name, and the poor child’s blood froze with + terror, for never before had she been startled by a man here, and at this + hour. She stood as if rooted to the spot, and, trembling with fright, she + pressed the cold, wet, golden jar, sacred to the god, closely to her + bosom. + </p> + <p> + Lysias repeated her name, a little louder than before, and went on, but in + a subdued voice: + </p> + <p> + “Do not be frightened, Irene; I am Lysias, the Corinthian—your + friend, whose pomegranate-blossom you wore yesterday, and who spoke to you + after the procession. Let me bid you good morning!” + </p> + <p> + At these words the girl let her hand fall by her side, still holding the + jar, and pressing her right hand to her heart, she exclaimed, drawing a + deep breath: + </p> + <p> + “How dreadfully you frightened me! I thought some wandering soul was + calling me that had not yet returned to the nether world, for it is not + till the sun rises that spirits are scared away.” + </p> + <p> + “But it cannot scare men of flesh and blood whose purpose is good. I, you + may believe me, would willingly stay with you, till Helios departs again, + if you would permit me.” + </p> + <p> + “I can neither permit nor forbid you anything,” answered Irene. “But, how + came you here at this hour?” + </p> + <p> + “In a chariot,” replied Lysias smiling. + </p> + <p> + “That is nonsense—I want to know what you came to the Well of the + Sun for at such an hour.” + </p> + <p> + “I What but for you yourself? You told me yesterday that you were glad to + sleep, and so am I; still, to see you once more, I have been only to glad + to shorten my night’s rest considerably.” + </p> + <p> + “But, how did you know?” + </p> + <p> + “You yourself told me yesterday at what time you were allowed to leave the + temple.” + </p> + <p> + “Did I tell you? Great Serapis! how light it is already. I shall be + punished if the water-jar is not standing on the altar by sunrise, and + there is Klea’s too to be filled.” + </p> + <p> + “I will fill it for you directly—there—that is done; and now I + will carry them both for you to the end of the grove, if you will promise + me to return soon, for I have many things to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on—only go on,” said the girl; “I know very little; but ask + away, though you will not find much to be made of any answers that I can + give.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! yes, indeed, I shall—for instance, if I asked you to tell me + all about your parents. My friend Publius, whom you know, and I also have + heard how cruelly and unjustly they were punished, and we would gladly do + much to procure their release.” + </p> + <p> + “I will come—I will be sure to come,” cried Irene loudly and + eagerly, “and shall I bring Klea with me? She was called up in the middle + of the night by the gatekeeper, whose child is very ill. My sister is very + fond of it, and Philo will only take his medicine from her. The little one + had gone to sleep in her lap, and his mother came and begged me to fetch + the water for us both. Now give me the jars, for none but we may enter the + temple.” + </p> + <p> + “There they are. Do not disturb your sister on my account in her care of + the poor little boy, for I might indeed have one or two things to say to + you which she need not hear, and which might give you pleasure. Now, I am + going back to the well, so farewell! But do not let me have to wait very + long for you.” He spoke in a tender tone of entreaty, and the girl + answered low and rapidly as she hurried away from him: + </p> + <p> + “I will come when the sun is up.” + </p> + <p> + The Corinthian looked after her till she had vanished within the temple, + and his heart was stirred—stirred as it had not been for many years. + He could not help recalling the time when he would teaze his younger + sister, then still quite a child, putting her to the test by asking her, + with a perfectly grave face, to give him her cake or her apple which he + did not really want at all. The little one had almost always put the thing + he asked for to his mouth with her tiny hands, and then he had often felt + exactly as he felt now. + </p> + <p> + Irene too was still but a child, and no less guileless than his darling in + his own home; and just as his sister had trusted him—offering him + the best she had to give—so this simple child trusted him; him, the + profligate Lysias, before whom all the modest women of Corinth cast down + their eyes, while fathers warned their growing-up sons against him; + trusted him with her virgin self—nay, as he thought, her sacred + person. + </p> + <p> + “I will do thee no harm, sweet child!” he murmured to himself, as he + presently turned on his heel to return to the well. He went forward + quickly at first, but after a few steps he paused before the marvellous + and glorious picture that met his gaze. Was Memphis in flames? Had fire + fallen to burn up the shroud of mist which had veiled his way to the + temple? + </p> + <p> + The trunks of the acacia-trees stood up like the blackened pillars of a + burning city, and behind them the glow of a conflagration blazed high up + to the heavens. Beams of violet and gold slipped and sparkled between the + boughs, and danced among the thorny twigs, the white racemes of flowers, + and the tufts of leaves with their feathery leaflets; the clouds above + were fired with tints more pure and tender than those of the roses with + which Cleopatra had decked herself for the banquet. + </p> + <p> + Not like this did the sun rise in his own country! Or, was it perhaps only + that in Corinth or in Athens at break of day, as he staggered home drunk + from some feast, he had looked more at the earth than at the heavens? + </p> + <p> + His horses began now to neigh loudly as if to greet the steeds of the + coming Sun-god. Lysias hurried to them through the grove, patted their + shining necks with soothing words, and stood looking down at the vast city + at his feet, over which hung a film of violet mist—at the solemn + Pyramids, over which the morning glow flung a gay robe of rose-color—on + the huge temple of Ptah, with the great colossi in front of its pylons—on + the Nile, mirroring the glory of the sky, and on the limestone hills + behind the villages of Babylon and Troy, about which he had, only + yesterday, heard a Jew at the king’s table relating a legend current among + his countrymen to the effect that these hills had been obliged to give up + all their verdure to grace the mounts of the sacred city Hierosolyma. + </p> + <p> + The rocky cliffs of this barren range glowed at this moment like the fire + in the heart of the great ruby which had clasped the festal robe of King + Euergetes across his bull-neck, as it reflected the shimmer of the tapers: + and Lysias saw the day-star rising behind the range with blinding + radiance, shooting forth rays like myriads of golden arrows, to rout and + destroy his foe, the darkness of night. + </p> + <p> + Eos, Helios, Phoebus Apollo—these had long been to him no more than + names, with which he associated certain phenomena, certain processes and + ideas; for he when he was not luxuriating in the bath, amusing himself in + the gymnasium, at cock or quail-fights, in the theatre or at Dionysiac + processions—was wont to exercise his wits in the schools of the + philosophers, so as to be able to shine in bandying words at + entertainments; but to-day, and face to face with this sunrise, he + believed as in the days of his childhood—he saw in his mind’s eye + the god riding in his golden chariot, and curbing his foaming steeds, his + shining train floating lightly round him, bearing torches or scattering + flowers—he threw up his arms with an impulse of devotion, praying + aloud: + </p> + <p> + “To-day I am happy and light of heart. To thy presence do I owe this, O! + Phoebus Apollo, for thou art light itself. Oh! let thy favors continue—” + </p> + <p> + But he here broke off in his invocation, and dropped his arms, for he + heard approaching footsteps. Smiling at his childish weakness—for + such he deemed it that he should have prayed—and yet content from + his pious impulse, he turned his back on the sun, now quite risen, and + stood face to face with Irene who called out to him: + </p> + <p> + “I was beginning to think that you had got out of patience and had gone + away, when I found you no longer by the well. That distressed me—but + you were only watching Helios rise. I see it every day, and yet it always + grieves me to see it as red as it was to-day, for our Egyptian nurse used + to tell me that when the east was very red in the morning it was because + the Sun-god had slain his enemies, and it was their blood that colored the + heavens, and the clouds and the hills.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are a Greek,” said Lysias, “and you must know that it is Eos that + causes these tints when she touches the horizon with her rosy fingers + before Helios appears. Now to-day you are, to me, the rosy dawn presaging + a fine day.” + </p> + <p> + “Such a ruddy glow as this,” said Irene, “forebodes great heat, storms, + and perhaps heavy rain, so the gatekeeper says; and he is always with the + astrologers who observe the stars and the signs in the heavens from the + towers near the temple-gates. He is poor little Philo’s father. I wanted + to bring Klea with me, for she knows more about our parents than I do; but + he begged me not to call her away, for the child’s throat is almost closed + up, and if it cries much the physician says it will choke, and yet it is + never quiet but when it is lying in Klea’s arms. She is so good—and + she never thinks of herself; she has been ever since midnight till now + rocking that heavy child on her lap.” + </p> + <p> + “We will talk with her presently,” said the Corinthian. “But to-day it was + for your sake that I came; you have such merry eyes, and your little mouth + looks as if it were made for laughing, and not to sing lamentations. How + can you bear being always in that shut up dungeon with all those solemn + men in their black and white robes?” + </p> + <p> + “There are some very good and kind ones among them. I am most fond of old + Krates, he looks gloomy enough at every one else; but with me only he + jokes and talks, and he often shows me such pretty and elegantly wrought + things.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I told you just now you are like the rosy dawn before whom all + darkness must vanish.” + </p> + <p> + “If only you could know how thoughtless I can be, and how often I give + trouble to Klea, who never scolds me for it, you would be far from + comparing me with a goddess. Little old Krates, too, often compares me to + all sorts of pretty things, but that always sounds so comical that I + cannot help laughing. I had much rather listen to you when you flatter + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Because I am young and youth suits with youth. Your sister is older, and + so much graver than you are. Have you never had a companion of your own + age whom you could play with, and to whom you could tell everything?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! yes when I was still very young; but since my parents fell into + trouble, and we have lived here in the temple, I have always been alone + with Klea. What do you want to know about my father?” + </p> + <p> + “That I will ask you by-and-by. Now only tell me, have you never played at + hide and seek with other girls? May you never look on at the merry doings + in the streets at the Dionysiac festivals? Have you ever ridden in a + chariot?” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say I have, long ago—but I have forgotten it. How should I + have any chance of such things here in the temple? Klea says it is no good + even to think of them. She tells me a great deal about our parents—how + my mother took care of us, and what my father used to say. Has anything + happened that may turn out favorably for him? Is it possible that the king + should have learned the truth? Make haste and ask your questions at once, + for I have already been too long out here.” + </p> + <p> + The impatient steeds neighed again as she spoke, and Lysias, to whom this + chat with Irene was perfectly enchanting, but who nevertheless had not for + a moment lost sight of his object, hastily pointed to the spot where his + horses were standing, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Did you hear the neighing of those mettlesome horses? They brought me + hither, and I can guide them well; nay, at the last Isthmian games I won + the crown with my own quadriga. You said you had never ridden standing in + a chariot. How would you like to try for once how it feels? I will drive + you with pleasure up and down behind the grove for a little while.” + </p> + <p> + Irene heard this proposal with sparkling eyes and cried, as she clapped + her hands: + </p> + <p> + “May I ride in a chariot with spirited horses, like the queen? Oh! + impossible! Where are your horses standing?” + </p> + <p> + In this instant she had forgotten Klea, the duty which called her back to + the temple, even her parents, and she followed the Corinthian with winged + steps, sprang into the two-wheeled chariot, and clung fast to the + breastwork, as Lysias took his place by her side, seized the reins, and + with a strong and practised hand curbed the mettle of his spirited steeds. + </p> + <p> + She stood perfectly guileless and undoubting by his side, and wholly at + his mercy as the chariot rattled off; but, unknown to herself, beneficent + powers were shielding her with buckler and armor—her childlike + innocence, and that memory of her parents which her tempter himself had + revived in her mind, and which soon came back in vivid strength. + </p> + <p> + Breathing deep with excitement, and filled with such rapture as a bird may + feel when it first soars from its narrow nest high up into the ether she + cried out again and again: + </p> + <p> + “Oh, this is delightful! this is splendid!” and then: + </p> + <p> + “How we rush through the air as if we were swallows! Faster, Lysias, + faster! No, no—that is too fast; wait a little that I may not fall! + Oh, I am not frightened; it is too delightful to cut through the air just + as a Nile boat cuts through the stream in a storm, and to feel it on my + face and neck.” + </p> + <p> + Lysias was very close to her; when, at her desire, he urged his horses to + their utmost pace, and saw her sway, he involuntarily put out his hand to + hold her by the girdle; but Irene avoided his grasp, pressing close + against the side of the chariot next her, and every time he touched her + she drew her arm close up to her body, shrinking together like the fragile + leaf of a sensitive plant when it is touched by some foreign object. + </p> + <p> + She now begged the Corinthian to allow her to hold the reins for a little + while, and he immediately acceded to her request, giving them into her + hand, though, stepping behind her, he carefully kept the ends of them in + his own. He could now see her shining hair, the graceful oval of her head, + and her white throat eagerly bent forward; an indescribable longing came + over him to press a kiss on her head; but he forbore, for he remembered + his friend’s words that he would fulfil the part of a guardian to these + girls. He too would be a protector to her, aye and more than that, he + would care for her as a father might. Still, as often as the chariot + jolted over a stone, and he touched her to support her, the suppressed + wish revived, and once when her hair was blown quite close to his lips he + did indeed kiss it—but only as a friend or a brother might. Still, + she must have felt the breath from his lips, for she turned round hastily, + and gave him back the reins; then, pressing her hand to her brow, she said + in a quite altered voice—not unmixed with a faint tone of regret: + </p> + <p> + “This is not right—please now to turn the horses round.” + </p> + <p> + Lysias, instead of obeying her, pulled at the reins to urge the horses to + a swifter pace, and before he could find a suitable answer, she had + glanced up at the sun, and pointing to the east she exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “How late it is already! what shall I say if I have been looked for, and + they ask me where I have been so long? Why don’t you turn round—nor + ask me anything about my parents?” + </p> + <p> + The last words broke from her with vehemence, and as Lysias did not + immediately reply nor make any attempt to check the pace of the horses, + she herself seized the reins exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “Will you turn round or no?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” said the Greek with decision. “But—” + </p> + <p> + “And this is what you intended!” shrieked the girl, beside herself. “You + meant to carry me off by stratagem—but wait, only wait—” + </p> + <p> + And before Lysias could prevent her she had turned round, and was + preparing to spring from the chariot as it rushed onwards; but her + companion was quicker than she; he clutched first at her robe and then her + girdle, put his arm round her waist, and in spite of her resistance pulled + her back into the chariot. + </p> + <p> + Trembling, stamping her little feet and with tears in her eyes, she strove + to free her girdle from his grasp; he, now bringing his horses to a + stand-still, said kindly but earnestly: + </p> + <p> + “What I have done is the best that could happen to you, and I will even + turn the horses back again if you command it, but not till you have heard + me; for when I got you into the chariot by stratagem it was because I was + afraid that you would refuse to accompany me, and yet I knew that every + delay would expose you to the most hideous peril. I did not indeed take a + base advantage of your father’s name, for my friend Publius Scipio, who is + very influential, intends to do everything in his power to procure his + freedom and to reunite you to him. But, Irene, that could never have + happened if I had left you where you have hitherto lived.” + </p> + <p> + During this discourse the girl had looked at Lysias in bewilderment, and + she interrupted him with the exclamation: + </p> + <p> + “But I have never done any one an injury! Who can gain any benefit by + persecuting a poor creature like me: + </p> + <p> + “Your father was the most righteous of men,” replied Lysias, “and + nevertheless he was carried off into torments like a criminal. It is not + only the unrighteous and the wicked that are persecuted. Have you ever + heard of King Euergetes, who, at his birth, was named the ‘well-doer,’ and + who has earned that of the ‘evil doer’ by his crimes? He has heard that + you are fair, and he is about to demand of the high-priest that he should + surrender you to him. If Asclepiodorus agrees—and what can he do + against the might of a king—you will be made the companion of + flute-playing girls and painted women, who riot with drunken men at his + wild carousals and orgies, and if your parents found you thus, better + would it be for them—” + </p> + <p> + “Is it true, all you are telling me?” asked Irene with flaming cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Lysias firmly. “Listen Irene—I have a father and a + dear mother and a sister, who is like you, and I swear to you by their + heads—by those whose names never passed my lips in the presence of + any other woman I ever sued to—that I am speaking the simple truth; + that I seek nothing but only to save you; that if you desire it, as soon + as I have hidden you I will never see you again, terribly hard as that + would be to me—for I love you so dearly, so deeply—poor sweet + little Irene—as you can never imagine.” + </p> + <p> + Lysias took the girl’s hand, but she withdrew it hastily, and raising her + eyes, full of tears, to meet his she said clearly and firmly: + </p> + <p> + “I believe you, for no man could speak like that and betray another. But + how do you know all this? Where are you taking me? Will Klea follow me?” + </p> + <p> + “At first you shall be concealed with the family of a worthy sculptor. We + will let Klea know this very day of all that has happened to you, and when + we have obtained the release of your parents then—but—Help us, + protecting Zeus! Do you see the chariot yonder? I believe those are the + white horses of the Eunuch Eulaeus, and if he were to see us here, all + would be lost! Hold tight, we must go as fast as in a chariot race. There, + now the hill hides us, and down there, by the little temple of Isis, the + wife of your future host is already waiting for you; she is no doubt + sitting in the closed chariot near the palm-trees. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, certainly, certainly, Klea shall hear all, so that she may not be + uneasy about you! I must say farewell to you directly and then, + afterwards, sweet Irene, will you sometimes think of the unhappy Lysias; + or did Aurora, who greeted him this morning, so bright and full of happy + promise, usher in a day not of joy but of sorrow and regret?” The Greek + drew in rein as he spoke, bringing his horses to a sober pace, and looked + tenderly in Irene’s eyes. She returned his gaze with heart-felt emotion, + but her gunny glance was dimmed with tears. + </p> + <p> + “Say something,” entreated the Greek. “Will you not forget me? And may I + soon visit you in your new retreat?” + </p> + <p> + Irene would so gladly have said yes—and yes again, a thousand times + yes; and yet she, who was so easily carried away by every little emotion + of her heart, in this supreme moment found strength enough to snatch her + hand from that of the Greek, who had again taken it, and to answer firmly: + </p> + <p> + “I will remember you for ever and ever, but you must not come to see me + till I am once more united to my Klea.” + </p> + <p> + “But Irene, consider, if now—” cried Lysias much agitated. + </p> + <p> + “You swore to me by the heads of your nearest kin to obey my wishes,” + interrupted the girl. “Certainly I trust you, and all the more readily + because you are so good to me, but I shall not do so any more if you do + not keep your word. Look, here comes a lady to meet us who looks like a + friend. She is already waving her hand to me. Yes, I will go with her + gladly, and yet I am so anxious—so troubled, I cannot tell you—but + I am so thankful too! Think of me sometimes, Lysias, and of our journey + here, and of our talk, and of my parents: I entreat you, do for them all + you possibly can. I wish I could help crying—but I cannot!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. + </h2> + <p> + Lysias eyes had not deceived him. The chariot with white horses which he + had evaded during his flight with Irene belonged to Eulaeus. The morning + being cool—and also because Cleopatra’s lady-in-waiting was with him—he + had come out in a closed chariot, in which he sat on soft cushions side by + side with the Macedonian lady, endeavoring to win her good graces by a + conversation, witty enough in its way. + </p> + <p> + “On the way there,” thought he, “I will make her quite favorable to me, + and on the way back I will talk to her of my own affairs.” + </p> + <p> + The drive passed quickly and pleasantly for both, and they neither of them + paid any heed to the sound of the hoofs of the horses that were bearing + away Irene. + </p> + <p> + Eulaeus dismounted behind the acacia-grove, and expressed a hope that Zoe + would not find the time very long while he was engaged with the + high-priest; perhaps indeed, he remarked, she might even make some use of + the time by making advances to the representative of Hebe. + </p> + <p> + But Irene had been long since warmly welcomed in the house of Apollodorus, + the sculptor, by the time they once more found themselves together in the + chariot; Eulaeus feigning, and Zoe in reality feeling, extreme + dissatisfaction at all that had taken place in the temple. The high-priest + had rejected Philometor’s demand that he should send the water-bearer to + the palace on King Euergetes’ birthday, with a decisiveness which Eulaeus + would never have given him credit for, for he had on former occasions + shown a disposition to measures of compromise; while Zoe had not even seen + the waterbearer. + </p> + <p> + “I fancy,” said the queen’s shrewd friend, “that I followed you somewhat + too late, and that when I entered the temple about half an hour after you—having + been detained first by Imhotep, the old physician, and then by an + assistant of Apollodorus, the sculptor, with some new busts of the + philosophers—the high-priest had already given orders that the girl + should be kept concealed; for when I asked to see her, I was conducted + first to her miserable room, which seemed more fit for peasants or goats + than for a Hebe, even for a sham one—but I found it perfectly + deserted. + </p> + <p> + “Then I was shown into the temple of Serapis, where a priest was + instructing some girls in singing, and then sent hither and thither, till + at last, finding no trace whatever of the famous Irene, I came to the + dwelling-house of the gate-keeper of the temple. + </p> + <p> + “An ungainly woman opened the door, and said that Irene had been gone from + thence for some long time, but that her elder sister was there, so I + desired she might be fetched to speak with me. And what, if you please, + was the answer I received? The goddess Klea—I call her so as being + sister to a Hebe—had to nurse a sick child, and if I wanted to see + her I might go in and find her. + </p> + <p> + “The tone of the message quite conveyed that the distance from her down to + me was as great as in fact it is the other way. However, I thought it + worth the trouble to see this supercilious water-bearing girl, and I went + into a low room—it makes me sick now to remember how it smelt of + poverty—and there she sat with an idiotic child, dying on her lap. + Everything that surrounded me was so revolting and dismal that it will + haunt my dreams with terror for weeks to come and spoil all my cheerful + hours. + </p> + <p> + “I did not remain long with these wretched creatures, but I must confess + that if Irene is as like to Hebe as her elder sister is to Hera, Euergetes + has good grounds for being angry if Asclepiodorus keeps the girl from him. + </p> + <p> + “Many a queen—and not least the one whom you and I know so + intimately-would willingly give half of her kingdom to possess such a + figure and such a mien as this serving-girl. And then her eyes, as she + looked at me when she rose with that little gasping corpse in her arms, + and asked me what I wanted with her sister! + </p> + <p> + “There was an impressive and lurid glow in those solemn eyes, which looked + as if they had been taken out of some Medusa’s head to be set in her + beautiful face. And there was a sinister threat in them too which seemed + to say: ‘Require nothing of her that I do not approve of, or you will be + turned into stone on the spot.’ She did not answer twenty words to my + questions, and when I once more tasted the fresh air outside, which never + seemed to me so pleasant as by contrast with that horrible hole, I had + learnt no more than that no one knew—or chose to know—in what + corner the fair Irene was hidden, and that I should do well to make no + further enquiries. + </p> + <p> + “And now, what will Philometor do? What will you advise him to do?” + </p> + <p> + “What cannot be got at by soft words may sometimes be obtained by a + sufficiently large present,” replied Eulaeus. “You know very well that of + all words none is less familiar to these gentry than the little word + ‘enough’; but who indeed is really ready to say it? + </p> + <p> + “You speak of the haughtiness and the stern repellent demeanor of our + Hebe’s sister. I have seen her too, and I think that her image might be + set up in the Stoa as a happy impersonation of the severest virtue: and + yet children generally resemble their parents, and her father was the + veriest peculator and the most cunning rascal that ever came in my way, + and was sent off to the gold-mines for very sufficient reasons. And for + the sake of the daughter of a convicted criminal you have been driven + through the dust and the scorching heat, and have had to submit to her + scorn and contemptuous airs, while I am threatened with grave peril on her + account, for you know that Cleopatra’s latest whim is to do honor to the + Roman, Publius Scipio; he, on the other hand, is running after our Hebe, + and, having promised her that he will obtain an unqualified pardon for her + father, he will do his utmost to throw the odium of his robbery upon me. + </p> + <p> + “The queen is to give him audience this very day, and you cannot know how + many enemies a man makes who, like me, has for many years been one of the + leading men of a great state. The king acknowledges, and with gratitude, + all that I have done for him and for his mother; but if, at the moment + when Publius Scipio accuses me, he is more in favor with her than ever, I + am a lost man. + </p> + <p> + “You are always with the queen; do you tell her who these girls are, and + what motives the Roman has for loading me with their father’s crimes; and + some opportunity must offer for doing you and your belongings some + friendly office or another.” + </p> + <p> + “What a shameless crew!” exclaimed Zoe. “Depend upon it I will not be + silent, for I always do what is just. I cannot bear seeing others + suffering an injustice, and least of all that a man of your merit and + distinction should be wounded in his honor, because a haughty foreigner + takes a fancy to a pretty little face and a conceited doll of a girl.” + </p> + <p> + Zoe was in the right when she found the air stifling in the gate-keeper’s + house, for poor Irene, unaccustomed to such an atmosphere, could no more + endure it than the pretentious maid of honor. It cost even Klea an effort + to remain in the wretched room, which served as the dwelling-place of the + whole family; where the cooking was carried on at a smoky hearth, while, + at night, it also sheltered a goat and a few fowls; but she had endured + even severer trials than this for the sake of what she deemed right, and + she was so fond of little Philo—her anxious care in arousing by + degrees his slumbering intelligence had brought her so much soothing + satisfaction, and the child’s innocent gratitude had been so tender a + reward—that she wholly forgot the repulsive surroundings as soon as + she felt that her presence and care were indispensable to the suffering + little one. + </p> + <p> + Imhotep, the most famous of the priest-physicians of the temple of + Asclepius—a man who was as learned in Greek as in Egyptian medical + lore, and who had been known by the name of “the modern Herophilus” since + King Philometor had summoned him from Alexandria to Memphis—had long + since been watchful of the gradual development of the dormant intelligence + of the gate-keeper’s child, whom he saw every day in his visits to the + temple. Now, not long after Zoe had quitted the house, he came in to see + the sick child for the third time. Klea was still holding the boy on her + lap when he entered. On a wooden stool in front of her stood a brazier of + charcoal, and on it a small copper kettle the physician had brought with + him; to this a long tube was attached. The tube was in two parts, joined + together by a leather joint, also tubular, in such a way that the upper + portion could be turned in any direction. Klea from time to time applied + it to the breast of the child, and, in obedience to Imhotep’s + instructions, made the little one inhale the steam that poured out of it. + </p> + <p> + “Has it had the soothing effect it ought to have?” asked the physician. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed, I think so,” replied Klea, “There is not so much noise in + the chest when the poor little fellow draws his breath.” + </p> + <p> + The old man put his ear to the child’s mouth, laid his hand on his brow, + and said: + </p> + <p> + “If the fever abates I hope for the best. This inhaling of steam is an + excellent remedy for these severe catarrhs, and a venerable one besides; + for in the oldest writings of Hermes we find it prescribed as an + application in such cases. But now he has had enough of it. Ah! this steam—this + steam! Do you know that it is stronger than horses or oxen, or the united + strength of a whole army of giants? That diligent enquirer Hero of + Alexandria discovered this lately. + </p> + <p> + “But our little invalid has had enough of it, we must not overheat him. + Now, take a linen cloth—that one will do though it is not very fine. + Fold it together, wet it nicely with cold water—there is some in + that miserable potsherd there—and now I will show you how to lay it + on the child’s throat. + </p> + <p> + “You need not assure me that you understand me, Klea, for you have hands—neat + hands—and patience without end! Sixty-five years have I lived, and + have always had good health, but I could almost wish to be ill for once, + in order to be nursed by you. That poor child is well off better than many + a king’s child when it is sick; for him hireling nurses, no doubt, fetch + and do all that is necessary, but one thing they cannot give, for they + have it not; I mean the loving and indefatigable patience by which you + have worked a miracle on this child’s mind, and are now working another on + his body. Aye, aye, my girl; it is to you and not me that this woman will + owe her child if it is preserved to her. Do you hear me, woman? and tell + your husband so too; and if you do not reverence Klea as a goddess, and do + not lay your hands beneath her feet, may you be—no—I will wish + you no ill, for you have not too much of the good things of life as it + is!” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke the gate-keeper’s wife came timidly up to the physician and + the sick child, pushed her rough and tangled hair off her forehead a + little, crossed her lean arms at full length behind her back, and, looking + down with out-stretched neck at the boy, stared in dumb amazement at the + wet cloths. Then she timidly enquired: + </p> + <p> + “Are the evil spirits driven out of the child?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly,” replied the physician. “Klea there has exorcised them, and I + have helped her; now you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I may go out for a little while? I have to sweep the pavement of the + forecourt.” + </p> + <p> + Klea nodded assent, and when the woman had disappeared the physician said: + </p> + <p> + “How many evil demons we have to deal with, alas! and how few good ones. + Men are far more ready and willing to believe in mischievous spirits than + in kind or helpful ones; for when things go ill with them—and it is + generally their own fault when they do—it comforts them and flatters + their vanity if only they can throw the blame on the shoulders of evil + spirits; but when they are well to do, when fortune smiles on them of + course, they like to ascribe it to themselves, to their own cleverness or + their superior insight, and they laugh at those who admonish them of the + gratitude they owe to the protecting and aiding demons. I, for my part, + think more of the good than of the evil spirits, and you, my child, + without doubt are one of the very best. + </p> + <p> + “You must change the compress every quarter of an hour, and between whiles + go out into the open air, and let the fresh breezes fan your bosom—your + cheeks look pale. At mid-day go to your own little room, and try to sleep. + Nothing ought to be overdone, so you are to obey me.” + </p> + <p> + Klea replied with a friendly and filial nod, and Imhotep stroked down her + hair; then he left; she remained alone in the stuffy hot room, which grew + hotter every minute, while she changed the wet cloths for the sick child, + and watched with delight the diminishing hoarseness and difficulty of his + breathing. From time to time she was overcome by a slight drowsiness, and + closed her eyes for a few minutes, but only for a short while; and this + half-awake and half-asleep condition, chequered by fleeting dreams, and + broken only by an easy and pleasing duty, this relaxation of the tension + of mind and body, had a certain charm of which, through it all, she + remained perfectly conscious. Here she was in her right place; the + physicians kind words had done her good, and her anxiety for the little + life she loved was now succeeded by a well-founded hope of its + preservation. + </p> + <p> + During the night she had already come to a definite resolution, to explain + to the high-priest that she could not undertake the office of the + twin-sisters, who wept by the bier of Osiris, and that she would rather + endeavor to earn bread by the labor of her hands for herself and Irene—for + that Irene should do any real work never entered her mind—at + Alexandria, where even the blind and the maimed could find occupation. + Even this prospect, which only yesterday had terrified her, began now to + smile upon her, for it opened to her the possibility of proving + independently the strong energy which she felt in herself. + </p> + <p> + Now and then the figure of the Roman rose before her mind’s eye, and every + time that this occurred she colored to her very forehead. But to-day she + thought of this disturber of her peace differently from yesterday; for + yesterday she had felt herself overwhelmed by him with shame, while to-day + it appeared to her as though she had triumphed over him at the procession, + since she had steadily avoided his glance, and when he had dared to + approach her she had resolutely turned her back upon him. This was well, + for how could the proud foreigner expose himself again to such + humiliation. + </p> + <p> + “Away, away—for ever away!” she murmured to herself, and her eyes + and brow, which had been lighted up by a transient smile, once more + assumed the expression of repellent sternness which, the day before, had + so startled and angered the Roman. Soon however the severity of her + features relaxed, as she saw in fancy the young man’s beseeching look, and + remembered the praise given him by the recluse, and as—in the middle + of this train of thought—her eyes closed again, slumber once more + falling upon her spirit for a few minutes, she saw in her dream Publius + himself, who approached her with a firm step, took her in his arms like a + child, held her wrists to stop her struggling hands, gathered her up with + rough force, and then flung her into a canoe lying at anchor by the bank + of the Nile. + </p> + <p> + She fought with all her might against this attack and seizure, screamed + aloud with fury, and woke at the sound of her own voice. Then she got up, + dried her eyes that were wet with tears, and, after laying a freshly + wetted cloth on the child’s throat, she went out of doors in obedience to + the physician’s advice. + </p> + <p> + The sun was already at the meridian, and its direct rays were fiercely + reflected from the slabs of yellow sandstone that paved the forecourt. On + one side only of the wide, unroofed space, one of the colonnades that + surrounded it threw a narrow shade, hardly a span wide; and she would not + go there, for under it stood several beds on which lay pilgrims who, here + in the very dwelling of the divinity, hoped to be visited with dreams + which might give them an insight into futurity. + </p> + <p> + Klea’s head was uncovered, and, fearing the heat of noon, she was about to + return into the door-keeper’s house, when she saw a young white-robed + scribe, employed in the special service of Asclepiodorus, who came across + the court beckoning eagerly to her. She went towards him, but before he + had reached her he shouted out an enquiry whether her sister Irene was in + the gate-keeper’s lodge; the high-priest desired to speak with her, and + she was nowhere to be found. Klea told him that a grand lady from the + queen’s court had already enquired for her, and that the last time she had + seen her had been before daybreak, when she was going to fill the jars for + the altar of the god at the Well of the Sun. + </p> + <p> + “The water for the first libation,” answered the priest, “was placed on + the altar at the right time, but Doris and her sister had to fetch it for + the second and third. Asclepiodorus is angry—not with you, for he + knows from Imhotep that you are taking care of a sick child—but with + Irene. Try and think where she can be. Something serious must have + occurred that the high-priest wishes to communicate to her.” + </p> + <p> + Klea was startled, for she remembered Irene’s tears the evening before, + and her cry of longing for happiness and freedom. Could it be that the + thoughtless child had yielded to this longing, and escaped without her + knowledge, though only for a few hours, to see the city and the gay life + there? + </p> + <p> + She collected herself so as not to betray her anxiety to the messenger, + and said with downcast eyes: + </p> + <p> + “I will go and look for her.” + </p> + <p> + She hurried back into the house, once more looked to the sick child, + called his mother and showed her how to prepare the compresses, urging her + to follow Imhotep’s directions carefully and exactly till she should + return; she pressed one loving kiss on little Philo’s forehead—feeling + as she did so that he was less hot than he had been in the morning—and + then she left, going first to her own dwelling. + </p> + <p> + There everything stood or lay exactly as she had left it during the night, + only the golden jars were wanting. This increased Klea’s alarm, but the + thought that Irene should have taken the precious vessels with her, in + order to sell them and to live on the proceeds, never once entered her + mind, for her sister, she knew, though heedless and easily persuaded, was + incapable of any base action. + </p> + <p> + Where was she to seek the lost girl? Serapion, the recluse, to whom she + first addressed herself, knew nothing of her. + </p> + <p> + On the altar of Serapis, whither she next went, she found both the + vessels, and carried them back to her room. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps Irene had gone to see old Krates, and while watching his work and + chattering to him, had forgotten the flight of time—but no, the + priest-smith, whom she sought in his workshop, knew nothing of the + vanished maiden. He would willingly have helped Klea to seek for his + favorite, but the new lock for the tombs of the Apis had to be finished by + mid-day, and his swollen feet were painful. + </p> + <p> + Klea stood outside the old man’s door sunk in thought, and it occurred to + her that Irene had often, in her idle hours, climbed up into the dove-cot + belonging to the temple, to look out from thence over the distant + landscape, to visit the sitting birds, to stuff food into the gaping beaks + of the young ones, or to look up at the cloud of soaring doves. The + pigeon-house, built up of clay pots and Nile-mud, stood on the top of the + storehouse, which lay adjoining the southern boundary wall of the temple. + </p> + <p> + She hastened across the sunny courts and slightly shaded alleys, and + mounted to the flat roof of the storehouse, but she found there neither + the old dove-keeper nor his two grandsons who helped him in his work, for + all three were in the anteroom to the kitchen, taking their dinner with + the temple-servants. + </p> + <p> + Klea shouted her sister’s name; once, twice, ten times—but no one + answered. It was just as if the fierce heat of the sun burnt up the sound + as it left her lips. She looked into the first pigeon-house, the second, + the third, all the way to the last. The numberless little clay tenements + of the brisk little birds threw out a glow like a heated oven; but this + did not hinder her from hunting through every nook and corner. Her cheeks + were burning, drops of perspiration stood on her brow, and she had much + difficulty in freeing herself from the dust of the pigeon-houses, still + she was not discouraged. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps Irene had gone into the Anubidium, or sanctuary of Asclepius, to + enquire as to the meaning of some strange vision, for there, with the + priestly physicians, lived also a priestess who could interpret the dreams + of those who sought to be healed even better than a certain recluse who + also could exercise that science. The enquirers often had to wait a long + time outside the temple of Asclepius, and this consideration encouraged + Klea, and made her insensible to the burning southwest wind which was now + rising, and to the heat of the sun; still, as she returned to the + Pastophorium—slowly, like a warrior returning from a defeat—she + suffered severely from the heat, and her heart was wrung with anguish and + suspense. + </p> + <p> + Willingly would she have cried, and often heaved a groan that was more + like a sob, but the solace of tears to relieve her heart was still denied + to her. + </p> + <p> + Before going to tell Asclepiodorus that her search had been unsuccessful, + she felt prompted once more to talk with her friend, the anchorite; but + before she had gone far enough even to see his cell, the high-priest’s + scribe once more stood in her way, and desired her to follow him to the + temple. There she had to wait in mortal impatience for more than an hour + in an ante room. At last she was conducted into a room where Asclepiodorus + was sitting with the whole chapter of the priesthood of the temple of + Serapis. + </p> + <p> + Klea entered timidly, and had to wait again some minutes in the presence + of the mighty conclave before the high-priest asked her whether she could + give any information as to the whereabouts of the fugitive, and whether + she had heard or observed anything that could guide them on her track, + since he, Asclepiodorus, knew that if Irene had run away secretly from the + temple she must be as anxious about her as he was. + </p> + <p> + Klea had much difficulty in finding words, and her knees shook as she + began to speak, but she refused the seat which was brought for her by + order of Asclepiodorus. She recounted in order all the places where she + had in vain sought her sister, and when she mentioned the sanctuary of + Asclepius, and a recollection came suddenly and vividly before her of the + figure of a lady of distinction, who had come there with a number of + slaves and waiting-maids to have a dream interpreted, Zoe’s visit to + herself flashed upon her memory; her demeanor—at first so + over-friendly and then so supercilious—and her haughty enquiries for + Irene. + </p> + <p> + She broke off in her narrative, and exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “I am sure, holy father, that Irene has not fled of her own free impulse, + but some one perhaps may have lured her into quitting the temple and me; + she is still but a child with a wavering mind. Could it possibly be that a + lady of rank should have decoyed her into going with her? Such a person + came to-day to see me at the door-keeper’s lodge. She was richly dressed + and wore a gold crescent in her light wavy hair, which was plaited with a + silk ribband, and she asked me urgently about my sister. Imhotep, the + physician, who often visits at the king’s palace, saw her too, and told me + her name is Zoe, and that she is lady-in-waiting to Queen Cleopatra.” + </p> + <p> + These words occasioned the greatest excitement throughout the conclave of + priests, and Asclepiodorus exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Oh! women, women! You indeed were right, Philammon; I could not and would + not believe it! Cleopatra has done many things which are forgiven only in + a queen, but that she should become the tool of her brother’s basest + passions, even you, Philammon, could hardly regard as likely, though you + are always prepared to expect evil rather than good. But now, what is to + be done? How can we protect ourselves against violence and superior + force?” + </p> + <p> + Klea had appeared before the priests with cheeks crimson and glowing from + the noontide heat, but at the high-priest’s last words the blood left her + face, she turned ashy-pale, and a chill shiver ran through her trembling + limbs. Her father’s child—her bright, innocent Irene—basely + stolen for Euergetes, that licentious tyrant of whose wild deeds Serapion + had told her only last evening, when he painted the dangers that would + threaten her and Irene if they should quit the shelter of the sanctuary. + </p> + <p> + Alas, it was too true! They had tempted away her darling child, her + comfort and delight, lured her with splendor and ease, only to sink her in + shame! She was forced to cling to the back of the chair she had disdained, + to save herself from falling. + </p> + <p> + But this weakness overmastered her for a few minutes only; she boldly took + two hasty steps up to the table behind which the high-priest was sitting, + and, supporting herself with her right hand upon it, she exclaimed, while + her voice, usually so full and sonorous, had a hoarse tone: + </p> + <p> + “A woman has been the instrument of making another woman unworthy of the + name of woman! and you—you, the protectors of right and virtue—you + who are called to act according to the will and mind of the gods whom you + serve—you are too weak to prevent it? If you endure this, if you do + not put a stop to this crime you are not worthy—nay, I will not be + interrupted—you, I say, are unworthy of the sacred title and of the + reverence you claim, and I will appeal—” + </p> + <p> + “Silence, girl!” cried Asclepiodorus to the terribly excited Klea. “I + would have you imprisoned with the blasphemers, if I did not well + understand the anguish which has turned your brain. We will interfere on + behalf of the abducted girl, and you must wait patiently in silence. You, + Callimachus, must at once order Ismael, the messenger, to saddle the + horses, and ride to Memphis to deliver a despatch from me to the queen; + let us all combine to compose it, and subscribe our names as soon as we + are perfectly certain that Irene has been carried off from these + precincts. Philammon, do you command that the gong be sounded which calls + together all the inhabitants of the temple; and you, my girl, quit this + hall, and join the others.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. + </h2> + <p> + Klea obeyed the high-priest’s command at once, and wandered—not + knowing exactly whither—from one corridor to another of the huge + pile, till she was startled by the sound of the great brazen plate, struck + with mighty blows, which rang out to the remotest nook and corner of the + precincts. This call was for her too, and she went forthwith into the + great court of assembly, which at every moment grew fuller and fuller. The + temple-servants and the keepers of the beasts, the gate-keepers, the + litter-bearers, the water-carriers-all streamed in from their interrupted + meal, some wiping their mouths as they hurried in, or still holding in + their hands a piece of bread, a radish, or a date which they hastily + munched; the washer-men and women came in with hands still wet from + washing the white robes of the priests, and the cooks arrived with brows + still streaming from their unfinished labors. Perfumes floated round from + the unwashed hands of the pastophori, who had been busied in the + laboratories in the preparation of incense, while from the library and + writing-rooms came the curators and scribes and the officials of the + temple counting-house, their hair in disorder, and their light + working-dress stained with red or black. The troop of singers, male and + female, came in orderly array, just as they had been assembled for + practice, and with them came the faded twins to whom Klea and Irene had + been designated as successors by Asclepiodorus. Then came the pupils of + the temple-school, tumbling noisily into the court-yard in high delight at + this interruption to their lessons. The eldest of these were sent to bring + in the great canopy under which the heads of the establishment might + assemble. + </p> + <p> + Last of all appeared Asclepiodorus, who handed to a young scribe a + complete list of all the inhabitants and members of the temple, that he + might read it out. This he proceeded to do; each one answered with an + audible “Here” as his name was called, and for each one who was absent + information was immediately given as to his whereabouts. + </p> + <p> + Klea had joined the singing-women, and awaited in breathless anxiety a + long-endlessly long-time for the name of her sister to be called; for it + was not till the very smallest of the school-boys and the lowest of the + neat-herds had answered, “Here,” that the scribe read out, “Klea, the + water-bearer,” and nodded to her in answer as she replied “Here!” + </p> + <p> + Then his voice seemed louder than before as he read. “Irene, the + water-bearer.” + </p> + <p> + No answer following on these words, a slight movement, like the bowing + wave that flies over a ripe cornfield when the morning breeze sweeps + across the ears, was evident among the assembled inhabitants of the + temple, who waited in breathless silence till Asclepiodorus stood forth, + and said in a distinct and audible voice: + </p> + <p> + “You have all met here now at my call. All have obeyed it excepting those + holy men consecrated to Serapis, whose vows forbid their breaking their + seclusion, and Irene, the water-bearer. Once more I call, ‘Irene,’ a + second, and a third time—and still no answer; I now appeal to you + all assembled here, great and small, men and women who serve Serapis. Can + any one of you give any information as to the whereabouts of this young + girl? Has any one seen her since, at break of day, she placed the first + libation from the Well of the Sun on the altar of the god? You are all + silent! Then no one has met her in the course of this day? Now, one + question more, and whoever can answer it stand forth and speak the words + of truth. + </p> + <p> + “By which gate did this lady of rank depart who visited the temple early + this morning?—By the eastern gate—good. + </p> + <p> + “Was she alone?—She was. + </p> + <p> + “By which gate did the epistolographer Eulaeus depart?—By the east. + </p> + <p> + “Was he alone?—He was. + </p> + <p> + “Did any one here present meet the chariot either of the lady or of + Eulaeus?” + </p> + <p> + “I did,” cried a car-driver, whose daily duty it was to go to Memphis with + his oxen and cart to fetch provisions for the kitchen, and other + necessaries. + </p> + <p> + “Speak,” said the high-priest. + </p> + <p> + “I saw,” replied the man, “the white horses of my Lord Eulaeus hard by the + vineyard of Khakem; I know them well. They were harnessed to a closed + chariot, in which besides himself sat a lady.” + </p> + <p> + “Was it Irene?” asked Asclepiodorus. + </p> + <p> + “I do not know,” replied the tarter, “for I could not see who sat in the + chariot, but I heard the voice of Eulaeus, and then a woman’s laugh. She + laughed so heartily that I had to screw my mouth up myself, it tickled me + so.” + </p> + <p> + While Klea supposed this description to apply to Irene’s merry laugh-which + she had never thought of with regret till this moment—the + high-priest exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “You, keeper of the eastern gate, did the lady and Eulaeus enter and leave + this sanctuary together?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” was the answer. “She came in half an hour later than he did, and she + quitted the temple quite alone and long after the eunuch.” + </p> + <p> + “And Irene did not pass through your gate, and cannot have gone out by it?—I + ask you in the name of the god we serve!” + </p> + <p> + “She may have done so, holy father,” answered the gate-keeper in much + alarm. “I have a sick child, and to look after him I went into my room + several times; but only for a few minutes at a time-still, the gate stands + open, all is quiet in Memphis now.” + </p> + <p> + “You have done very wrong,” said Asclepiodorus severely, “but since you + have told the truth you may go unpunished. We have learned enough. All you + gate-keepers now listen to me. Every gate of the temple must be carefully + shut, and no one—not even a pilgrim nor any dignitary from Memphis, + however high a personage he may be—is to enter or go out without my + express permission; be as alert as if you feared an attack, and now go + each of you to his duties.” + </p> + <p> + The assembly dispersed; these to one side, those to another. + </p> + <p> + Klea did not perceive that many looked at her with suspicion as though she + were responsible for her sister’s conduct, and others with compassion; she + did not even notice the twin-sisters, whose place she and Irene were to + have filled, and this hurt the feelings of the good elderly maidens, who + had to perform so much lamenting which they did not feel at all, that they + eagerly seized every opportunity of expressing their feelings when, for + once in a way, they were moved to sincere sorrow. But neither these + sympathizing persons nor any other of the inhabitants of the temple, who + approached Klea with the purpose of questioning or of pitying her, dared + to address her, so stern and terrible was the solemn expression of her + eyes which she kept fixed upon the ground. + </p> + <p> + At last she remained alone in the great court; her heart beat faster + unusual, and strange and weighty thoughts were stirring in her soul. One + thing was clear to her: Eulaeus—her father’s ruthless foe and + destroyer—was now also working the fall of the child of the man he + had ruined, and, though she knew it not, the high-priest shared her + suspicions. She, Klea, was by no means minded to let this happen without + an effort at defence, and it even became clearer and clearer to her mind + that it was her duty to act, and without delay. In the first instance she + would ask counsel of her friend Serapion; but as she approached his cell + the gong was sounded which summoned the priests to service, and at the + same time warned her of her duty of fetching water. + </p> + <p> + Mechanically, and still thinking of nothing but Irene’s deliverance, she + fulfilled the task which she was accustomed to perform every day at the + sound of this brazen clang, and went to her room to fetch the golden jars + of the god. + </p> + <p> + As she entered the empty room her cat sprang to meet her with two leaps of + joy, putting up her back, rubbing her soft head against her feet with her + fine bushy tail ringed with black stripes set up straight, as cats are + wont only when they are pleased. Klea was about to stroke the coaxing + animal, but it sprang back, stared at her shyly, and, as she could not + help thinking, angrily with its green eyes, and then shrank back into the + corner close to Irene’s couch. + </p> + <p> + “She mistook me!” thought Klea. “Irene is more lovable than I even to a + beast, and Irene, Irene—” She sighed deeply at the name, and would + have sunk down on her trunk there to consider of new ways and means—all + of which however she was forced to reject as foolish and impracticable—but + on the chest lay a little shirt she had begun to make for little Philo, + and this reminded her again of the sick child and of the duty of fetching + the water. + </p> + <p> + Without further delay she took up the jars, and as she went towards the + well she remembered the last precepts that had been given her by her + father, whom she had once been permitted to visit in prison. Only a few + detached sentences of this, his last warning speech, now came into her + mind, though no word of it had escaped her memory; it ran much as follows: + </p> + <p> + “It may seem as though I had met with an evil recompense from the gods for + my conduct in adhering to what I think just and virtuous; but it only + seems so, and so long as I succeed in living in accordance with nature, + which obeys an everlasting law, no man is justified in accusing me. My own + peace of mind especially will never desert me so long as I do not set + myself to act in opposition to the fundamental convictions of my inmost + being, but obey the doctrines of Zeno and Chrysippus. This peace every one + may preserve, aye, even you, a woman, if you constantly do what you + recognize to be right, and fulfil the duties you take upon yourself. The + very god himself is proof and witness of this doctrine, for he grants to + him who obeys him that tranquillity of spirit which must be pleasing in + his eyes, since it is the only condition of the soul in which it appears + to be neither fettered and hindered nor tossed and driven; while he, on + the contrary, who wanders from the paths of virtue and of her daughter, + stern duty, never attains peace, but feels the torment of an unsatisfied + and hostile power, which with its hard grip drags his soul now on and now + back. + </p> + <p> + “He who preserves a tranquil mind is not miserable, even in misfortune, + and thankfully learns to feel con tented in every state of life; and that + because he is filled with those elevated sentiments which are directly + related to the noblest portion of his being—those, I mean—of + justice and goodness. Act then, my child, in conformity with justice and + duty, regardless of any ulterior object, without considering whether your + action will bring you pleasure or pain, without fear of the judgment of + men or the envy of the gods, and you will win that peace of mind which + distinguishes the wise from the unwise, and may be happy even in adverse + circumstances; for the only real evil is the dominion of wickedness, that + is to say the unreason which rebels against nature, and the only true + happiness consists in the possession of virtue. He alone, however, can + call virtue his who possesses it wholly, and sins not against it in the + smallest particular; for there is no difference of degrees either in good + or in evil, and even the smallest action opposed to duty, truth or + justice, though punishable by no law, is a sin, and stands in opposition + to virtue. + </p> + <p> + “Irene,” thus Philotas had concluded his injunctions, “cannot as yet + understand this doctrine, but you are grave and have sense beyond your + years. Repeat this to her daily, and when the time comes impress on your + sister—towards whom you must fill the place of a mother—impress + on her heart these precepts as your father’s last will and testament.” + </p> + <p> + And now, as Klea went towards the well within the temple-wall to fetch + water, she repeated to herself many of these injunctions; she felt herself + encouraged by them, and firmly resolved not to give her sister up to the + seducer without a struggle. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the vessels for libation at the altar were filled she returned + to little Philo, whose state seemed to her to give no further cause for + anxiety; after staying with him for more than an hour she left the + gate-keeper’s dwelling to seek Serapion’s advice, and to divulge to him + all she had been able to plan and consider in the quiet of the sick-room. + </p> + <p> + The recluse was wont to recognize her step from afar, and to be looking + out for her from his window when she went to visit him; but to-day he + heard her not, for he was stepping again and again up and down the few + paces which the small size of his tiny cell allowed him to traverse. He + could reflect best when he walked up and down, and he thought and thought + again, for he had heard all that was known in the temple regarding Irene’s + disappearance; and he would, he must rescue her—but the more he + tormented his brain the more clearly he saw that every attempt to snatch + the kidnapped girl from the powerful robber must in fact be vain. + </p> + <p> + “And it must not, it shall not be!” he had cried, stamping his great foot, + a few minutes before Klea reached his cell; but as soon as he was aware of + her presence he made an effort to appear quite easy, and cried out with + the vehemence which characterized him even in less momentous + circumstances: + </p> + <p> + “We must consider, we must reflect, we must puzzle our brains, for the + gods have been napping this morning, and we must be doubly wide-awake. + Irene—our little Irene—and who would have thought it + yesterday! It is a good-for-nothing, unspeakably base knave’s trick—and + now, what can we do to snatch the prey from the gluttonous monster, the + savage wild beast, before he can devour our child, our pet little one? + </p> + <p> + “Often and often I have been provoked at my own stupidity, but never, + never have I felt so stupid, such a godforsaken blockhead as I do now. + When I try to consider I feel as if that heavy shutter had been nailed + clown on my head. Have you had any ideas? I have not one which would not + disgrace the veriest ass—not a single one.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you know everything?” asked Klea, “even that it is probably our + father’s enemy, Eulaeus, who has treacherously decoyed the poor child to + go away with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Yes!” cried Serapion, “wherever there is some scoundrel’s trick to + be played he must have a finger in the pie, as sure as there must be meal + for bread to be made. But it is a new thing to me that on this occasion he + should be Euergetes’ tool. Old Philammon told me all about it. Just now + the messenger came back from Memphis, and brought a paltry scrap of + papyrus on which some wretched scribbler had written in the name of + Philometer, that nothing was known of Irene at court, and complaining + deeply that Asclepiodorus had not hesitated to play an underhand game with + the king. So they have no idea whatever of voluntarily releasing our + child.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall proceed to do my duty,” said Klea resolutely. “I shall go to + Memphis, and fetch my sister.” + </p> + <p> + The anchorite stared at the girl in horror, exclaiming: “That is folly, + madness, suicide! Do you want to throw two victims into his jaws instead + of one?” + </p> + <p> + “I can protect myself, and as regards Irene, I will claim the queen’s + assistance. She is a woman, and will never suffer—” + </p> + <p> + “What is there in this world that she will not suffer if it can procure + her profit or pleasure? Who knows what delightful thing Euergetes may not + have promised her in return for our little maid? No, by Serapis! no, + Cleopatra will not help you, but—and that is a good idea—there + is one who will to a certainty. We must apply to the Roman Publius Scipio, + and he will have no difficulty in succeeding.” + </p> + <p> + “From him,” exclaimed Klea, coloring scarlet, “I will accept neither good + nor evil; I do not know him, and I do not want to know him.” + </p> + <p> + “Child, child!” interrupted the recluse with grave chiding. “Does your + pride then so far outweigh your love, your duty, and concern for Irene? + What, in the name of all the gods, has Publius done to you that you avoid + him more anxiously than if he were covered with leprosy? There is a limit + to all things, and now—aye, indeed—I must out with it come + what may, for this is not the time to pretend to be blind when I see with + both eyes what is going on—your heart is full of the Roman, and + draws you to him; but you are an honest girl, and, in order to remain so, + you fly from him because you distrust yourself, and do not know what might + happen if he were to tell you that he too has been hit by one of Eros’ + darts. You may turn red and white, and look at me as if I were your enemy, + and talking contemptible nonsense. I have seen many strange things, but I + never saw any one before you who was a coward out of sheer courage, and + yet of all the women I know there is not one to whom fear is less known + than my bold and resolute Klea. The road is a hard one that you must take, + but only cover your poor little heart with a coat of mail, and venture in + all confidence to meet the Roman, who is an excellent good fellow. No + doubt it will be hard to you to crave a boon, but ought you to shrink from + those few steps over sharp stones? Our poor child is standing on the edge + of the abyss; if you do not arrive at the right time, and speak the right + words to the only person who is able to help in this matter, she will be + thrust into the foul bog and sink in it, because her brave sister was + frightened at—herself!” + </p> + <p> + Klea had cast down her eyes as the anchorite addressed her thus; she stood + for some time frowning at the ground in silence, but at last she said, + with quivering lips and as gloomily as if she were pronouncing a sentence + on herself. + </p> + <p> + “Then I will ask the Roman to assist me; but how can I get to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!—now my Klea is her father’s daughter once more,” answered + Serapion, stretching out both his arms towards her from the little window + of his cell; and then he went on: “I can make the painful path somewhat + smoother for you. My brother Glaucus, who is commander of the civic guard + in the palace, you already know; I will give you a few words of + recommendation to him, and also, to lighten your task, a little letter to + Publius Scipio, which shall contain a short account of the matter in hand. + If Publius wishes to speak with you yourself go to him and trust him, but + still more trust yourself. + </p> + <p> + “Now go, and when you have once more filled the water-jars come back to + me, and fetch the letters. The sooner you can go the better, for it would + be well that you should leave the path through the desert behind you + before nightfall, for in the dark there are often dangerous tramps about. + You will find a friendly welcome at my sister Leukippa’s; she lives in the + toll-house by the great harbor—show her this ring and she will give + you a bed, and, if the gods are merciful, one for Irene too.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, father,” said Klea, but she said no more, and then left him + with a rapid step. + </p> + <p> + Serapion looked lovingly after her; then he took two wooden tablets faced + with wax out of his chest, and, with a metal style, he wrote on one a + short letter to his brother, and on the other a longer one to the Roman, + which ran as follows: + </p> + <p> + “Serapion, the recluse of Serapis, to Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica, the + Roman. + </p> + <p> + “Serapion greets Publius Scipio, and acquaints him that Irene, the younger + sister of Klea, the water-bearer, has disappeared from this temple, and, + as Serapion suspects, by the wiles of the epistolographer Eulaeus, whom we + both know, and who seems to have acted under the orders of King Ptolemy + Euergetes. Seek to discover where Irene can be. Save her if thou canst + from her ravishers, and conduct her back to this temple or deliver her in + Memphis into the hands of my sister Leukippa, the wife of the overseer of + the harbor, named Hipparchus, who dwells in the toll-house. May Serapis + preserve thee and thine.” + </p> + <p> + The recluse had just finished his letters when Klea returned to him. The + girl hid them in the folds of the bosom of her robe, said farewell to her + friend, and remained quite grave and collected, while Serapion, with tears + in his eyes, stroked her hair, gave her his parting blessing, and finally + even hung round her neck an amulet for good luck, that his mother had worn—it + was an eye in rock-crystal with a protective inscription. Then, without + any further delay, she set out towards the temple gate, which, in + obedience to the commands of the high priest, was now locked. The + gate-keeper—little Philo’s father—sat close by on a stone + bench, keeping guard. In a friendly tone Klea asked him to open the gate; + but the anxious official would not immediately comply with her request, + but reminded her of Asclepiodorus’ strict injunctions, and informed her + that the great Roman had demanded admission to the temple about three + hours since, but had been refused by the high-priest’s special orders. He + had asked too for her, and had promised to return on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + The hot blood flew to Klea’s face and eyes as she heard this news. Could + Publius no more cease to think of her than she of him? Had Serapion + guessed rightly? “The darts of Eros”—the recluse’s phrase flashed + through her mind, and struck her heart as if it were itself a winged + arrow; it frightened her and yet she liked it, but only for one brief + instant, for the utmost distrust of her own weakness came over her again + directly, and she told herself with a shudder that she was on the + high-road to follow up and seek out the importunate stranger. + </p> + <p> + All the horrors of her undertaking stood vividly before her, and if she + had now retraced her steps she would not have been without an excuse to + offer to her own conscience, since the temple-gate was closed, and might + not be opened to any one, not even to her. + </p> + <p> + For a moment she felt a certain satisfaction in this flattering + reflection, but as she thought again of Irene her resolve was once more + confirmed, and going closer up to the gate-keeper she said with great + determination: + </p> + <p> + “Open the gate to me without delay; you know that I am not accustomed to + do or to desire anything wrong. I beg of you to push back the bolt at + once.” + </p> + <p> + The man to whom Klea had done many kindnesses, and whom Imhotep had that + very day told that she was the good spirit of his house, and that he ought + to venerate her as a divinity—obeyed her orders, though with some + doubt and hesitation. The heavy bolt flew back, the brazen gate opened, + the water-bearer stepped out, flung a dark veil over her head, and set out + on her walk. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. + </h2> + <p> + A paved road, with a row of Sphinxes on each side, led from the Greek + temple of Serapis to the rock-hewn tombs of Apis, and the temples and + chapels built over them, and near them; in these the Apis bull after its + death—or “in Osiris” as the phrase went—was worshipped, while, + so long as it lived, it was taken care of and prayed to in the temple to + which it belonged, that of the god Ptah at Memphis. After death these + sacred bulls, which were distinguished by peculiar marks, had + extraordinarily costly obsequies; they were called the risen Ptah, and + regarded as the symbol of the soul of Osiris, by whose procreative power + all that dies or passes away is brought to new birth and new life—the + departed soul of man, the plant that has perished, and the heavenly bodies + that have set. Osiris-Sokari, who was worshipped as the companion of + Osiris, presided over the wanderings which had to be performed by the + seemingly extinct spirit before its resuscitation as another being in a + new form; and Egyptian priests governed in the temples of these gods, + which were purely Egyptian in style, and which had been built at a very + early date over the tomb-cave of the sacred bulls. And even the Greek + ministers of Serapis, settled at Memphis, were ready to follow the example + of their rulers and to sacrifice to Osiris-Apis, who was closely allied to + Serapis—not only in name but in his essential attributes. Serapis + himself indeed was a divinity introduced from Asia into the Nile valley by + the Ptolemies, in order to supply to their Greek and Egyptian subjects + alike an object of adoration, before whose altars they could unite in a + common worship. They devoted themselves to the worship of Apis in Osiris + at the shrines, of Greek architecture, and containing stone images of + bulls, that stood outside the Egyptian sanctuary, and they were very ready + to be initiated into the higher significance of his essence; indeed, all + religious mysteries in their Greek home bore reference to the immortality + of the soul and its fate in the other world. + </p> + <p> + Just as two neighboring cities may be joined by a bridge, so the Greek + temple of Serapis—to which the water-bearers belonged—was + connected with the Egyptian sanctuary of Osiris-Apis by the fine paved + road for processions along which Klea now rapidly proceeded. There was a + shorter way to Memphis, but she chose this one, because the mounds of sand + on each side of the road bordered by Sphinxes—which every day had to + be cleared of the desert-drift—concealed her from the sight of her + companions in the temple; besides the best and safest way into the city + was by a road leading from a crescent, decorated with busts of the + philosophers, that lay near the principal entrance to the new Apis tombs. + </p> + <p> + She looked neither at the lion-bodies with men’s heads that guarded the + way, nor at the images of beasts on the wall that shut it in; nor did she + heed the dusky-hued temple-slaves of Osiris-Apis who were sweeping the + sand from the paved way with large brooms, for she thought of nothing but + Irene and the difficult task that lay before her, and she walked swiftly + onwards with her eyes fixed on the ground. + </p> + <p> + But she had taken no more than a few steps when she heard her name called + quite close to her, and looking up in alarm she found herself standing + opposite Krates, the little smith, who came close up to her, took hold of + her veil, threw it back a little before she could prevent him, and asked: + </p> + <p> + “Where are you off to, child?” + </p> + <p> + “Do not detain me,” entreated Klea. “You know that Irene, whom you are + always so fond of, has been carried off; perhaps I may be able to save + her, but if you betray me, and if they follow me—” + </p> + <p> + “I will not hinder you,” interrupted the old man. “Nay, if it were not for + these swollen feet I would go with you, for I can think of nothing else + but the poor dear little thing; but as it is I shall be glad enough when I + am sitting still again in my workshop; it is exactly as if a workman of my + own trade lived in each of my great toes, and was dancing round in them + with hammer and file and chisel and nails. Very likely you may be so + fortunate as to find your sister, for a crafty woman succeeds in many + things which are too difficult for a wise man. Go on, and if they seek for + you old Krates will not betray you.” + </p> + <p> + He nodded kindly at Klea, and had already half turned his back on her when + he once more looked round, and called out to her: + </p> + <p> + “Wait a minute, girl—you can do me a little service. I have just + fitted a new lock to the door of the Apis-tomb down there. It answers + admirably, but the one key to it which I have made is not enough; we + require four, and you shall order them for me of the locksmith Heri, to be + sent the day after to-morrow; he lives opposite the gate of Sokari—to + the left, next the bridge over the canal—you cannot miss it. I hate + repeating and copying as much as I like inventing and making new things, + and Heri can work from a pattern just as well as I can. If it were not for + my legs I would give the man my commission myself, for he who speaks by + the lips of a go-between is often misunderstood or not understood at all.” + </p> + <p> + “I will gladly save you the walk,” replied Klea, while the Smith sat down + on the pedestal of one of the Sphinxes, and opening the leather wallet + which hung by his side shook out the contents. A few files, chisels, and + nails fell out into his lap; then the key, and finally a sharp, pointed + knife with which Krates had cut out the hollow in the door for the + insertion of the lock; Krates touched up the pattern-key for the smith in + Memphis with a few strokes of the file, and then, muttering thoughtfully + and shaking his head doubtfully from side to side, he exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “You still must come with me once more to the door, for I require accurate + workmanship from other people, and so I must be severe upon my own.” + </p> + <p> + “But I want so much to reach Memphis before dark,” besought Klea. + </p> + <p> + “The whole thing will not take a minute, and if you will give me your arm + I shall go twice as fast. There are the files, there is the knife.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it me,” Klea requested. “This blade is sharp and bright, and as soon + as I saw it I felt as if it bid me take it with me. Very likely I may have + to come through the desert alone at night.” + </p> + <p> + “Aye,” said the smith, “and even the weakest feels stronger when he has a + weapon. Hide the knife somewhere about you, my child, only take care not + to hurt yourself with it. Now let me take your arm, and on we will go—but + not quite so fast.” + </p> + <p> + Klea led the smith to the door he indicated, and saw with admiration how + unfailingly the bolt sprang forward when one half of the door closed upon + the other, and how easily the key pushed it back again; then, after + conducting Krates back to the Sphinx near which she had met him, she went + on her way at her quickest pace, for the sun was already very low, and it + seemed scarcely possible to reach Memphis before it should set. + </p> + <p> + As she approached a tavern where soldiers and low people were accustomed + to resort, she was met by a drunken slave. She went on and past him + without any fear, for the knife in her girdle, and on which she kept her + hand, kept up her courage, and she felt as if she had thus acquired a + third hand which was more powerful and less timid than her own. A company + of soldiers had encamped in front of the tavern, and the wine of Kbakem, + which was grown close by, on the eastern declivity of the Libyan range, + had an excellent savor. The men were in capital spirits, for at noon today—after + they had been quartered here for months as guards of the tombs of Apis and + of the temples of the Necropolis—a commanding officer of the + Diadoches had arrived at Memphis, who had ordered them to break up at + once, and to withdraw into the capital before nightfall. They were not to + be relieved by other mercenaries till the next morning. + </p> + <p> + All this Klea learned from a messenger from the Egyptian temple in the + Necropolis, who recognized her, and who was going to Memphis, commissioned + by the priests of Osiris-Apis and Sokari to convey a petition to the king, + praying that fresh troops might be promptly sent to replace those now + withdrawn. + </p> + <p> + For some time she went on side by side with this messenger, but soon she + found that she could not keep up with his hurried pace, and had to fall + behind. In front of another tavern sat the officers of the troops, whose + noisy mirth she had heard as she passed the former one; they were sitting + over their wine and looking on at the dancing of two Egyptian girls, who + screeched like cackling hens over their mad leaps, and who so effectually + riveted the attention of the spectators, who were beating time for them by + clapping their hands, that Klea, accelerating her step, was able to slip + unobserved past the wild crew. All these scenes, nay everything she met + with on the high-road, scared the girl who was accustomed to the silence + and the solemn life of the temple of Serapis, and she therefore struck + into a side path that probably also led to the city which she could + already see lying before her with its pylons, its citadel and its houses, + veiled in evening mist. In a quarter of an hour at most she would have + crossed the desert, and reach the fertile meadow land, whose emerald hue + grew darker and darker every moment. The sun was already sinking to rest + behind the Libyan range, and soon after, for twilight is short in Egypt, + she was wrapped in the darkness of night. The westwind, which had begun to + blow even at noon, now rose higher, and seemed to pursue her with its hot + breath and the clouds of sand it carried with it from the desert. + </p> + <p> + She must certainly be approaching water, for she heard the deep pipe of + the bittern in the reeds, and fancied she breathed a moister air. A few + steps more, and her foot sank in mud; and she now perceived that she was + standing on the edge of a wide ditch in which tall papyrus-plants were + growing. The side path she had struck into ended at this plantation, and + there was nothing to be done but to turn about, and to continue her walk + against the wind and with the sand blowing in her face. + </p> + <p> + The light from the drinking-booth showed her the direction she must + follow, for though the moon was up, it is true, black clouds swept across + it, covering it and the smaller lights of heaven for many minutes at a + time. Still she felt no fatigue, but the shouts of the men and the loud + cries of the women that rang out from the tavern filled her with alarm and + disgust. She made a wide circuit round the hostelry, wading through the + sand hillocks and tearing her dress on the thorns and thistles that had + boldly struck deep root in the desert, and had grown up there like the + squalid brats in the hovel of a beggar. But still, as she hurried on by + the high-road, the hideous laughter and the crowing mirth of the + dancing-girls still rang in her mind’s ear. + </p> + <p> + Her blood coursed more swiftly through her veins, her head was on fire, + she saw Irene close before her, tangibly distinct—with flowing hair + and fluttering garments, whirling in a wild dance like a Moenad at a + Dionysiac festival, flying from one embrace to another and shouting and + shrieking in unbridled folly like the wretched girls she had seen on her + way. She was seized with terror for her sister—an unbounded dread + such as she had never felt before, and as the wind was now once more + behind her she let herself be driven on by it, lifting her feet in a swift + run and flying, as if pursued by the Erinnyes, without once looking round + her and wholly forgetful of the smith’s commission, on towards the city + along the road planted with trees, which as she knew led to the gate of + the citadel. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. + </h2> + <p> + In front of the gate of the king’s palace sat a crowd of petitioners who + were accustomed to stay here from early dawn till late at night, until + they were called into the palace to receive the answer to the petition + they had drawn up. When Klea reached the end of her journey she was so + exhausted and bewildered that she felt the imperative necessity of seeking + rest and quiet reflection, so she seated herself among these people, next + to a woman from Upper Egypt. But hardly had she taken her place by her + with a silent greeting, when her talkative neighbor began to relate with + particular minuteness why she had come to Memphis, and how certain unjust + judges had conspired with her bad husband to trick her—for men were + always ready to join against a woman—and to deprive her of + everything which had been secured to her and her children by her + marriage-contract. For two months now, she said, she had been waiting + early and late before the sublime gate, and was consuming her last ready + cash in the city where living was so dear; but it was all one to her, and + at a pinch she would sell even her gold ornaments, for sooner or later her + cause must come before the king, and then the wicked villain and his + accomplices would be taught what was just. + </p> + <p> + Klea heard but little of this harangue; a feeling had come over her like + that of a person who is having water poured again and again on the top of + his head. Presently her neighbor observed that the new-comer was not + listening at all to her complainings; she slapped her shoulder with her + hand, and said: + </p> + <p> + “You seem to think of nothing but your own concerns; and I dare say they + are not of such a nature as that you should relate them to any one else; + so far as mine are concerned the more they are discussed, the better.” + </p> + <p> + The tone in which these remarks were made was so dry, and at the same time + so sharp, that it hurt Klea, and she rose hastily to go closer to the + gate. Her neighbor threw a cross word after her; but she did not heed it, + and drawing her veil closer over her face, she went through the gate of + the palace into a vast courtyard, brightly lighted up by cressets and + torches, and crowded with foot-soldiers and mounted guards. + </p> + <p> + The sentry at the gate perhaps had not observed her, or perhaps had let + her pass unchallenged from her dignified and erect gait, and the numerous + armed men through whom she now made her way seemed to be so much occupied + with their own affairs, that no one bestowed any notice on her. In a + narrow alley, which led to a second court and was lighted by lanterns, one + of the body-guard known as Philobasilistes, a haughty young fellow in + yellow riding-boots and a shirt of mail over his red tunic, came riding + towards her on his tall horse, and noticing her he tried to squeeze her + between his charger and the wall, and put out his hand to raise her veil; + but Klea slipped aside, and put up her hands to protect herself from the + horse’s head which was almost touching her. + </p> + <p> + The cavalier, enjoying her alarm, called out: “Only stand still—he + is not vicious.” + </p> + <p> + “Which, you or your horse?” asked Klea, with such a solemn tone in her + deep voice that for an instant the young guardsman lost his + self-possession, and this gave her time to go farther from the horse. But + the girl’s sharp retort had annoyed the conceited young fellow, and not + having time to follow her himself, he called out in a tone of + encouragement to a party of mercenaries from Cyprus, whom the frightened + girl was trying to pass: + </p> + <p> + “Look under this girl’s veil, comrades, and if she is as pretty as she is + well-grown, I wish you joy of your prize.” He laughed as he pressed his + knees against the flanks of his bay and trotted slowly away, while the + Cypriotes gave Klea ample time to reach the second court, which was more + brightly lighted even than the first, that they might there surround her + with insolent importunity. + </p> + <p> + The helpless and persecuted girl felt the blood run cold in her veins, and + for a few minutes she could see nothing but a bewildering confusion of + flashing eyes and weapons, of beards and hands, could hear nothing but + words and sounds, of which she understood and felt only that they were + revolting and horrible, and threatened her with death and ruin. She had + crossed her arms over her bosom, but now she raised her hands to hide her + face, for she felt a strong hand snatch away the veil that covered her + head. This insolent proceeding turned her numb horror to indignant rage, + and, fixing her sparkling eyes on her bearded opponents, she exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Shame upon you, who in the king’s own house fall like wolves on a + defenceless woman, and in a peaceful spot snatch the veil from a young + girl’s head. Your mothers would blush for you, and your sisters cry shame + on you—as I do now!” + </p> + <p> + Astonished at Klea’s distinguished beauty, startled at the angry glare in + her eyes, and the deep chest-tones of her voice which trembled with + excitement, the Cypriotes drew back, while the same audacious rascal that + had pulled away her veil came closer to her, and cried: + </p> + <p> + “Who would make such a noise about a rubbishy veil! If you will be my + sweetheart I will buy you a new one, and many things besides.” + </p> + <p> + At the same time he tried to throw his arm round her; but at his touch + Klea felt the blood leave her cheeks and mount to her bloodshot eyes, and + at that instant her hand, guided by some uncontrollable inward impulse, + grasped the handle of the knife which Krates had lent her; she raised it + high in the air though with an unsteady arm, exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “Let me go or, by Serapis whom I serve, I will strike you to the heart!” + </p> + <p> + The soldier to whom this threat was addressed, was not the man to be + intimidated by a blade of cold iron in a woman’s hand; with a quick + movement he seized her wrist in order to disarm her; but although Klea was + forced to drop the knife she struggled with him to free herself from his + clutch, and this contest between a man and a woman, who seemed to be of + superior rank to that indicated by her very simple dress, seemed to most + of the Cypriotes so undignified, so much out of place within the walls of + a palace, that they pulled their comrade back from Klea, while others on + the contrary came to the assistance of the bully who defended himself + stoutly. And in the midst of the fray, which was conducted with no small + noise, stood Klea with flying breath. Her antagonist, though flung to the + ground, still held her wrist with his left hand while he defended himself + against his comrades with the right, and she tried with all her force and + cunning to withdraw it; for at the very height of her excitement and + danger she felt as if a sudden gust of wind had swept her spirit clear of + all confusion, and she was again able to contemplate her position calmly + and resolutely. + </p> + <p> + If only her hand were free she might perhaps be able to take advantage of + the struggle between her foes, and to force her way out between their + ranks. + </p> + <p> + Twice, thrice, four times, she tried to wrench her hand with a sudden jerk + through the fingers that grasped it; but each time in vain. Suddenly, from + the man at her feet there broke a loud, long-drawn cry of pain which + re-echoed from the high walls of the court, and at the same time she felt + the fingers of her antagonist gradually and slowly slip from her arm like + the straps of a sandal carefully lifted by the surgeon from a broken + ankle. + </p> + <p> + “It is all over with him!” exclaimed the eldest of the Cypriotes. “A man + never calls out like that but once in his life! True enough—the + dagger is sticking here just under the ninth rib! This is mad work! That + is your doing again, Lykos, you savage wolf!” + </p> + <p> + “He bit deep into my finger in the struggle—” + </p> + <p> + “And you are for ever tearing each other to pieces for the sake of the + women,” interrupted the elder, not listening to the other’s excuses. + “Well, I was no better than you in my time, and nothing can alter it! You + had better be off now, for if the Epistrategist learns we have fallen to + stabbing each other again—” + </p> + <p> + The Cypriote had not ceased speaking, and his countrymen were in the very + act of raising the body of their comrade when a division of the civic + watch rushed into the court in close order and through the passage near + which the fight for the girl had arisen, thus stopping the way against + those who were about to escape, since all who wished to get out of the + court into the open street must pass through the doorway into which Klea + had been forced by the horseman. Every other exit from this second court + of the citadel led into the strictly guarded gardens and buildings of the + palace itself. + </p> + <p> + The noisy strife round Klea, and the cry of the wounded man had attracted + the watch; the Cypriotes and the maiden soon found themselves surrounded, + and they were conducted through a narrow side passage into the court-yard + of the prison. After a short enquiry the men who had been taken were + allowed to return under an escort to their own phalanx, and Klea gladly + followed the commander of the watch to a less brilliantly illuminated part + of the prison-yard, for in him she had recognized at once Serapion’s + brother Glaucus, and he in her the daughter of the man who had done and + suffered so much for his father’s sake; besides they had often exchanged + greetings and a few words in the temple of Serapis. + </p> + <p> + “All that is in my power,” said Glaucus—a man somewhat taller but + not so broadly built as his brother—when he had read the recluse’s + note and when Klea had answered a number of questions, “all that is in my + power I will gladly do for you and your sister, for I do not forget all + that I owe to your father; still I cannot but regret that you have + incurred such risk, for it is always hazardous for a pretty young girl to + venture into this palace at a late hour, and particularly just now, for + the courts are swarming not only with Philometor’s fighting men but with + those of his brother, who have come here for their sovereign’s birthday + festival. The people have been liberally entertained, and the soldier who + has been sacrificing to Dionysus seizes the gifts of Eros and Aphrodite + wherever he may find them. I will at once take charge of my brother’s + letter to the Roman Publius Cornelius Scipio, but when you have received + his answer you will do well to let yourself be escorted to my wife or my + sister, who both live in the city, and to remain till to-morrow morning + with one or the other. Here you cannot remain a minute unmolested while I + am away—Where now—Aye! The only safe shelter I can offer you + is the prison down there; the room where they lock up the subaltern + officers when they have committed any offence is quite unoccupied, and I + will conduct you thither. It is always kept clean, and there is a bench in + it too.” + </p> + <p> + Klea followed her friend who, as his hasty demeanor plainly showed, had + been interrupted in important business. In a few steps they reached the + prison; she begged Glaucus to bring her the Roman’s answer as quickly as + possible, declared herself quite ready to remain in the dark—since + she perceived that the light of a lamp might betray her, and she was not + afraid of the dark—and suffered herself to be locked in. + </p> + <p> + As she heard the iron bolt creak in its brass socket a shiver ran through + her, and although the room in which she found herself was neither worse + nor smaller than that in which she and her sister lived in the temple, + still it oppressed her, and she even felt as if an indescribable something + hindered her breathing as she said to herself that she was locked in and + no longer free to come and to go. A dim light penetrated into her prison + through the single barred window that opened on to the court, and she + could see a little bench of palm-branches on which she sat down to seek + the repose she so sorely needed. All sense of discomfort gradually + vanished before the new feeling of rest and refreshment, and pleasant + hopes and anticipations were just beginning to mingle themselves with the + remembrance of the horrors she had just experienced when suddenly there + was a stir and a bustle just in front of the prison—and she could + hear, outside, the clatter of harness and words of command. She rose from + her seat and saw that about twenty horsemen, whose golden helmets and + armor reflected the light of the lanterns, cleared the wide court by + driving the men before them, as the flames drive the game from a fired + hedge, and by forcing them into a second court from which again they + proceeded to expel them. At least Klea could hear them shouting ‘In the + king’s name’ there as they had before done close to her. Presently the + horsemen returned and placed themselves, ten and ten, as guards at each of + the passages leading into the court. It was not without interest that Klea + looked on at this scene which was perfectly new to her; and when one of + the fine horses, dazzled by the light of the lanterns, turned restive and + shied, leaping and rearing and threatening his rider with a fall—when + the horseman checked and soothed it, and brought it to a stand-still—the + Macedonian warrior was transfigured in her eyes to Publius, who no doubt + could manage a horse no less well than this man. + </p> + <p> + No sooner was the court completely cleared of men by the mounted guard + than a new incident claimed Klea’s attention. First she heard footsteps in + the room adjoining her prison, then bright streaks of light fell through + the cracks of the slight partition which divided her place of retreat from + the other room, then the two window-openings close to hers were closed + with heavy shutters, then seats or benches were dragged about and various + objects were laid upon a table, and finally the door of the adjoining room + was thrown open and slammed to again so violently, that the door which + closed hers and the bench near which she was standing trembled and jarred. + </p> + <p> + At the same moment a deep sonorous voice called out with a loud and hearty + shout of laughter: + </p> + <p> + “A mirror—give me a mirror, Eulaeus. By heaven! I do not look much + like prison fare—more like a man in whose strong brain there is no + lack of deep schemes, who can throttle his antagonist with a grip of his + fist, and who is prompt to avail himself of all the spoil that comes in + his way, so that he may compress the pleasures of a whole day into every + hour, and enjoy them to the utmost! As surely as my name is Euergetes my + uncle Antiochus was right in liking to mix among the populace. The + splendid puppets who surround us kings, and cover every portion of their + own bodies in wrappings and swaddling bands, also stifle the expression of + every genuine sentiment; and it is enough to turn our brain to reflect + that, if we would not be deceived, every word that we hear—and, oh + dear! how many words we must needs hear-must be pondered in our minds. + Now, the mob on the contrary—who think themselves beautifully + dressed in a threadbare cloth hanging round their brown loins—are + far better off. If one of them says to another of his own class—a + naked wretch who wears about him everything he happens to possess—that + he is a dog, he answers with a blow of his fist in the other’s face, and + what can be plainer than that! If on the other hand he tells him he is a + splendid fellow, he believes it without reservation, and has a perfect + right to believe it. + </p> + <p> + “Did you see how that stunted little fellow with a snub-nose and + bandy-legs, who is as broad as he is long, showed all his teeth in a + delighted grin when I praised his steady hand? He laughs just like a + hyena, and every respectable father of a family looks on the fellow as a + god-forsaken monster; but the immortals must think him worth something to + have given him such magnificent grinders in his ugly mouth, and to have + preserved him mercifully for fifty years—for that is about the + rascal’s age. If that fellow’s dagger breaks he can kill his victim with + those teeth, as a fox does a duck, or smash his bones with his fist.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my lord,” replied Eulaeus dryly and with a certain matter-of-fact + gravity to King Euergetes—for he it was who had come with him into + the room adjoining Klea’s retreat, “the dry little Egyptian with the thin + straight hair is even more trustworthy and tougher and nimbler than his + companion, and, so far, more estimable. One flings himself on his prey + with a rush like a block of stone hurled from a roof, but the other, + without being seen, strikes his poisoned fang into his flesh like an adder + hidden in the sand. The third, on whom I had set great hopes, was beheaded + the day before yesterday without my knowledge; but the pair whom you have + condescended to inspect with your own eyes are sufficient. They must use + neither dagger nor lance, but they will easily achieve their end with + slings and hooks and poisoned needles, which leave wounds that resemble + the sting of an adder. We may safely depend on these fellows.” + </p> + <p> + Once more Euergetes laughed loudly, and exclaimed: What criticism! Exactly + as if these blood-hounds were tragic actors of which one could best + produce his effects by fire and pathos, and the other by the subtlety of + his conception. I call that an unprejudiced judgment. And why should not a + man be great even as a murderer? From what hangman’s noose did you drag + out the neck of one, and from what headsman’s block did you rescue the + other when you found them? + </p> + <p> + “It is a lucky hour in which we first see something new to us, and, by + Heracles! I never before in the whole course of my life saw such villains + as these. I do not regret having gone to see them and talked to them as if + I were their equal. Now, take this torn coat off me, and help me to + undress. Before I go to the feast I will take a hasty plunge in my bath, + for I twitch in every limb, I feel as if I had got dirty in their company. + </p> + <p> + “There lie my clothes and my sandals; strap them on for me, and tell me as + you do it how you lured the Roman into the toils.” + </p> + <p> + Klea could hear every word of this frightful conversation, and clasped her + hand over her brow with a shudder, for she found it difficult to believe + in the reality of the hideous images that it brought before her mind. Was + she awake or was she a prey to some horrid dream? + </p> + <p> + She hardly knew, and, indeed, she scarcely understood half of all she + heard till the Roman’s name was mentioned. She felt as if the point of a + thin, keen knife was being driven obliquely through her brain from right + to left, as it now flashed through her mind that it was against him, + against Publius, that the wild beasts, disguised in human form, were + directed by Eulaeus, and face to face with this—the most hideous, + the most incredible of horrors—she suddenly recovered the full use + of her senses. She softly slipped close to that rift in the partition + through which the broadest beam of light fell into the room, put her ear + close to it, and drank in, with fearful attention, word for word the + report made by the eunuch to his iniquitous superior, who frequently + interrupted him with remarks, words of approval or a short laugh-drank + them in, as a man perishing in the desert drinks the loathsome waters of a + salt pool. + </p> + <p> + And what she heard was indeed well fitted to deprive her of her senses, + but the more definite the facts to which the words referred that she could + overhear, the more keenly she listened, and the more resolutely she + collected her thoughts. Eulaeus had used her own name to induce the Roman + to keep an assignation at midnight in the desert close to the Apis-tombs. + He repeated the words that he had written to this effect on a tile, and + which requested Publius to come quite alone to the spot indicated, since + she dare not speak with him in the temple. Finally he was invited to write + his answer on the other side of the square of clay. As Klea heard these + words, put into her own mouth by a villain, she could have sobbed aloud + heartily with anguish, shame, and rage; but the point now was to keep her + ears wide open, for Euergetes asked his odious tool: + </p> + <p> + “And what was the Roman’s answer?” Eulaeus must have handed the tile to + the king, for he laughed loudly again, and cried out: + </p> + <p> + “So he will walk into the trap—will arrive by half an hour after + midnight at the latest, and greets Klea from her sister Irene. He carries + on love-making and abduction wholesale, and buys water-bearers by the + pair, like doves in the market or sandals in a shoe maker’s stall. Only + see how the simpleton writes Greek; in these few words there are two + mistakes, two regular schoolboys’ blunders. + </p> + <p> + “The fellow must have had a very pleasant day of it, since he must have + been reckoning on a not unsuccessful evening—but the gods have an + ugly habit of clenching the hand with which they have long caressed their + favorites, and striking him with their fist. + </p> + <p> + “Amalthea’s horn has been poured out on him today; first he snapped up, + under my very nose, my little Hebe, the Irene of Irenes, whom I hope + to-morrow to inherit from him; then he got the gift of my best Cyrenaan + horses, and at the same time the flattering assurance of my valuable + friendship; then he had audience of my fair sister—and it goes more + to the heart of a republican than you would believe when crowned heads are + graciously disposed towards him—finally the sister of his pretty + sweetheart invites him to an assignation, and she, if you and Zoe speak + the truth, is a beauty in the grand style. Now these are really too many + good things for one inhabitant of this most stingily provided world; and + in one single day too, which, once begun, is so soon ended; and justice + requires that we should lend a helping hand to destiny, and cut off the + head of this poppy that aspires to rise above its brethren; the thousands + who have less good fortune than he would otherwise have great cause to + complain of neglect.” + </p> + <p> + “I am happy to see you in such good humor,” said Eulaeus. + </p> + <p> + “My humor is as may be,” interrupted the king. “I believe I am only + whistling a merry tune to keep up my spirits in the dark. If I were on + more familiar terms with what other men call fear I should have ample + reason to be afraid; for in the quail-fight we have gone in for I have + wagered a crown-aye, and more than that even. To-morrow only will decide + whether the game is lost or won, but I know already to-day that I would + rather see my enterprise against Philometor fail, with all my hopes of the + double crown, than our plot against the life of the Roman; for I was a man + before I was a king, and a man I should remain, if my throne, which now + indeed stands on only two legs, were to crash under my weight. + </p> + <p> + “My sovereign dignity is but a robe, though the costliest, to be sure, of + all garments. If forgiveness were any part of my nature I might easily + forgive the man who should soil or injure that—but he who comes too + near to Euergetes the man, who dares to touch this body, and the spirit it + contains, or to cross it in its desires and purposes—him I will + crush unhesitatingly to the earth, I will see him torn in pieces. Sentence + is passed on the Roman, and if your ruffians do their duty, and if the + gods accept the holocaust that I had slain before them at sunset for the + success of my project, in a couple of hours Publius Cornelius Scipio will + have bled to death. + </p> + <p> + “He is in a position to laugh at me—as a man—but I therefore—as + a man—have the right, and—as a king—have the power, to + make sure that that laugh shall be his last. If I could murder Rome as I + can him how glad should I be! for Rome alone hinders me from being the + greatest of all the great kings of our time; and yet I shall rejoice + to-morrow when they tell me Publius Cornelius Scipio has been torn by wild + beasts, and his body is so mutilated that his own mother could not + recognize it more than if a messenger were to bring me the news that + Carthage had broken the power of Rome.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes had spoken the last words in a voice that sounded like the roll + of thunder as it growls in a rapidly approaching storm, louder, deeper, + and more furious each instant. When at last he was silent Eulaeus said: + “The immortals, my lord, will not deny you this happiness. The brave + fellows whom you condescended to see and to talk to strike as certainly as + the bolt of our father Zeus, and as we have learned from the Roman’s + horse-keeper where he has hidden Irene, she will no more elude your grasp + than the crowns of Upper and Lower Egypt.—Now, allow me to put on + your mantle, and then to call the body-guard that they may escort you as + you return to your residence.” + </p> + <p> + “One thing more,” cried the king, detaining Eulaeus. “There are always + troops by the Tombs of Apis placed there to guard the sacred places; may + not they prove a hindrance to your friends?” + </p> + <p> + “I have withdrawn all the soldiers and armed guards to Memphis down to the + last man,” replied Eulaeus, “and quartered them within the White Wall. + Early tomorrow, before you proceed to business, they will be replaced by a + stronger division, so that they may not prove a reinforcement to your + brother’s troops here if things come to fighting.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall know how to reward your foresight,” said Euergetes as Eulaeus + quitted the room. + </p> + <p> + Again Klea heard a door open, and the sound of many hoofs on the pavement + of the court-yard, and when she went, all trembling, up to the window, she + saw Euergetes himself, and the powerfully knit horse that was led in for + him. The tyrant twisted his hand in the mane of the restless and pawing + steed, and Klea thought that the monstrous mass could never mount on to + the horse’s back without the aid of many men; but she was mistaken, for + with a mighty spring the giant flung himself high in the air and on to the + horse, and then, guiding his panting steed by the pressure of his knees + alone, he bounded out of the prison-yard surrounded by his splendid train. + </p> + <p> + For some minutes the court-yard remained empty, then a man hurriedly + crossed it, unlocked the door of the room where Klea was, and informed her + that he was a subaltern under Glaucus, and had brought her a message from + him. + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” said the veteran soldier to the girl, “bid me greet you, and + says that he found neither the Roman Publius Scipio, nor his friend the + Corinthian at home. He is prevented from coming to you himself; he has his + hands full of business, for soldiers in the service of both the kings are + quartered within the White Wall, and all sorts of squabbles break out + between them. Still, you cannot remain in this room, for it will shortly + be occupied by a party of young officers who began the fray. Glaucus + proposes for your choice that you should either allow me to conduct you to + his wife or return to the temple to which you are attached. In the latter + case a chariot shall convey you as far as the second tavern in Khakem on + the borders of the desert-for the city is full of drunken soldiery. There + you may probably find an escort if you explain to the host who you are. + But the chariot must be back again in less than an hour, for it is one of + the king’s, and when the banquet is over there may be a scarcity of + chariots.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—I will go back to the place I came from,” said Klea eagerly, + interrupting the messenger. “Take me at once to the chariot.” + </p> + <p> + “Follow me, then,” said the old man. + </p> + <p> + “But I have no veil,” observed Klea, “and have only this thin robe on. + Rough soldiers snatched my wrapper from my face, and my cloak from off my + shoulders.” + </p> + <p> + “I will bring you the captain’s cloak which is lying here in the orderly’s + room, and his travelling-hat too; that will hide your face with its broad + flap. You are so tall that you might be taken for a man, and that is well, + for a woman leaving the palace at this hour would hardly pass unmolested. + A slave shall fetch the things from your temple to-morrow. I may inform + you that my master ordered me take as much care of you as if you were his + own daughter. And he told me too—and I had nearly forgotten it—to + tell you that your sister was carried off by the Roman, and not by that + other dangerous man, you would know whom he meant. Now wait, pray, till I + return; I shall not be long gone.” + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes the guard returned with a large cloak in which he wrapped + Klea, and a broad-brimmed travelling-hat which she pressed down on her + head, and he then conducted her to that quarter of the palace where the + king’s stables were. She kept close to the officer, and was soon mounted + on a chariot, and then conducted by the driver—who took her for a + young Macedonian noble, who was tempted out at night by some assignation—as + far as the second tavern on the road back to the Serapeum. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. + </h2> + <p> + While Klea had been listening to the conversation between Euergetes and + Eulaeus, Cleopatra had been sitting in her tent, and allowing herself to + be dressed with no less care than on the preceding evening, but in other + garments. + </p> + <p> + It would seem that all had not gone so smoothly as she wished during the + day, for her two tire-women had red eyes. Her lady-in-waiting, Zoe, was + reading to her, not this time from a Greek philosopher but from a Greek + translation of the Hebrew Psalms: a discussion as to their poetic merit + having arisen a few days previously at the supper-table. Onias, the + Israelite general, had asserted that these odes might be compared with + those of Alcman or of Pindar, and had quoted certain passages that had + pleased the queen. To-day she was not disposed for thought, but wanted + something strange and out of the common to distract her mind, so she + desired Zoe to open the book of the Hebrews, of which the translation was + considered by the Hellenic Jews in Alexandria as an admirable work—nay, + even as inspired by God himself; it had long been known to her through her + Israelite friends and guests. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra had been listening for about a quarter of an hour to Zoe’s + reading when the blast of a trumpet rang out on the steps which led up her + tent, announcing a visitor of the male sex. The queen glanced angrily + round, signed to her lady to stop reading, and exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “I will not see my husband now! Go, Thais, and tell the eunuchs on the + steps, that I beg Philometor not to disturb me just now. Go on, Zoe.” + </p> + <p> + Ten more psalms had been read, and a few verses repeated twice or thrice + by Cleopatra’s desire, when the pretty Athenian returned with flaming + cheeks, and said in an excited tone: + </p> + <p> + “It is not your husband, the king, but your brother Euergetes, who asks to + speak with you.” + </p> + <p> + “He might have chosen some other hour,” replied Cleopatra, looking round + at her maid. Thais cast down her eyes, and twitched the edge of her robe + between her fingers as she addressed her mistress; but the queen, whom + nothing could escape that she chose to see, and who was not to-day in the + humor for laughing or for letting any indiscretion escape unreproved, went + on at once in an incensed and cutting tone, raising her voice to a sharp + pitch: + </p> + <p> + “I do not choose that my messengers should allow themselves to be + detained, be it by whom it may—do you hear! Leave Me this instant + and go to your room, and stay there till I want you to undress me this + evening. Andromeda—do you hear, old woman?—you can bring my + brother to me, and he will let you return quicker than Thais, I fancy. You + need not leer at yourself in the glass, you cannot do anything to alter + your wrinkles. My head-dress is already done. Give me that linen wrapper, + Olympias, and then he may come! Why, there he is already! First you ask + permission, brother, and then disdain to wait till it is given you.” + </p> + <p> + “Longing and waiting,” replied Euergetes, “are but an ill-assorted couple. + I wasted this evening with common soldiers and fawning flatterers; then, + in order to see a few noble countenances, I went into the prison, after + that I hastily took a bath, for the residence of your convicts spoils + one’s complexion more, and in a less pleasant manner, than this little + shrine, where everything looks and smells like Aphrodite’s tiring-room; + and now I have a longing to hear a few good words before supper-time + comes.” + </p> + <p> + “From my lips?” asked Cleopatra. + </p> + <p> + “There are none that can speak better, whether by the Nile or the + Ilissus.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you want of me?” + </p> + <p> + “I—of you?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, for you do not speak so prettily unless you want something.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have already told you! I want to hear you say something wise, + something witty, something soul-stirring.” + </p> + <p> + “We cannot call up wit as we would a maid-servant. It comes unbidden, and + the more urgently we press it to appear the more certainly it remains + away.” + </p> + <p> + “That may be true of others, but not of you who, even while you declare + that you have no store of Attic salt, are seasoning your speech with it. + All yield obedience to grace and beauty, even wit and the sharp-tongued + Momus who mocks even at the gods.” + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken, for not even my own waiting-maids return in proper time + when I commission them with a message to you.” + </p> + <p> + “And may we not to be allowed to sacrifice to the Charites on the way to + the temple of Aphrodite?” + </p> + <p> + “If I were indeed the goddess, those worshippers who regarded my + hand-maidens as my equals would find small acceptance with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Your reproof is perfectly just, for you are justified in requiring that + all who know you should worship but one goddess, as the Jews do but one + god. But I entreat you do not again compare yourself to the brainless + Cyprian dame. You may be allowed to do so, so far as your grace is + concerned; but who ever saw an Aphrodite philosophizing and reading + serious books? I have disturbed you in grave studies no doubt; what is the + book you are rolling up, fair Zoe?” + </p> + <p> + “The sacred book of the Jews, Sire,” replied Zoe; “one that I know you do + not love.” + </p> + <p> + “And you—who read Homer, Pindar, Sophocles, and Plato—do you + like it?” asked Euergetes. + </p> + <p> + “I find passages in it which show a profound knowledge of life, and others + of which no one can dispute the high poetic flight,” replied Cleopatra. + “Much of it has no doubt a thoroughly barbarian twang, and it is + particularly in the Psalms—which we have now been reading, and which + might be ranked with the finest hymns—that I miss the number and + rhythm of the syllables, the observance of a fixed metre—in short, + severity of form. David, the royal poet, was no less possessed by the + divinity when he sang to his lyre than other poets have been, but he does + not seem to have known that delight felt by our poets in overcoming the + difficulties they have raised for themselves. The poet should slavishly + obey the laws he lays down for himself of his own free-will, and + subordinate to them every word, and yet his matter and his song should + seem to float on a free and soaring wing. Now, even the original Hebrew + text of the Psalms has no metrical laws.” + </p> + <p> + “I could well dispense with them,” replied Euergetes; “Plato too disdained + to measure syllables, and I know passages in his works which are + nevertheless full of the highest poetic beauty. Besides, it has been + pointed out to me that even the Hebrew poems, like the Egyptian, follow + certain rules, which however I might certainly call rhetorical rather than + poetical. The first member in a series of ideas stands in antithesis to + the next, which either re-states the former one in a new form or sets it + in a clearer light by suggesting some contrast. Thus they avail themselves + of the art of the orator—or indeed of the painter—who brings a + light color into juxtaposition with a dark one, in order to increase its + luminous effect. This method and style are indeed not amiss, and that was + the least of all the things that filled me with aversion for this book, in + which besides, there is many a proverb which may be pleasing to kings who + desire to have submissive subjects, and to fathers who would bring up + their sons in obedience to themselves and to the laws. Even mothers must + be greatly comforted by them,—who ask no more than that their + children may get through the world without being jostled or pushed, and + unmolested if possible, that they may live longer than the oaks or ravens, + and be blessed with the greatest possible number of descendants. Aye! + these ordinances are indeed precious to those who accept them, for they + save them the trouble of thinking for themselves. Besides, the great god + of the Jews is said to have dictated all that this book contains to its + writers, just as I dictate to Philippus, my hump-backed secretary, all + that I want said. They regard everyone as a blasphemer and desecrator who + thinks that anything written in that roll is erroneous, or even merely + human. Plato’s doctrines are not amiss, and yet Aristotle had criticised + them severely and attempted to confute them. I myself incline to the views + of the Stagyrite, you to those of the noble Athenian, and how many good + and instructive hours we owe to our discussions over this difference of + opinion! And how amusing it is to listen when the Platonists on the one + hand and the Aristotelians on the other, among the busy threshers of straw + in the Museum at Alexandria, fall together by the ears so vehemently that + they would both enjoy flinging their metal cups at each others’ heads—if + the loss of the wine, which I pay for, were not too serious to bear. We + still seek for truth; the Jews believe they possess it entirely. + </p> + <p> + “Even those among them who most zealously study our philosophers believe + this; and yet the writers of this book know of nothing but actual present, + and their god—who will no more endure another god as his equal than + a citizen’s wife will admit a second woman to her husband’s house—is + said to have created the world out of nothing for no other purpose but to + be worshipped and feared by its inhabitants. + </p> + <p> + “Now, given a philosophical Jew who knows his Empedocles—and I grant + there are many such in Alexandria, extremely keen and cultivated men—what + idea can he form in his own mind of ‘creation out of nothing?’ Must he not + pause to think very seriously when he remembers the fundamental axiom that + ‘out of nothing, nothing can come,’ and that nothing which has once + existed can ever be completely annihilated? At any rate the necessary + deduction must be that the life of man ends in that nothingness whence + everything in existence has proceeded. To live and to die according to + this book is not highly profitable. I can easily reconcile myself to the + idea of annihilation, as a man who knows how to value a dreamless sleep + after a day brimful of enjoyment—as a man who if he must cease to be + Euergetes would rather spring into the open jaws of nothingness—but + as a philosopher, no, never!” + </p> + <p> + “You, it is true,” replied the queen, “cannot help measuring all and + everything by the intellectual standard exclusively; for the gods, who + endowed you with gifts beyond a thousand others, struck with blindness or + deafness that organ which conveys to our minds any religious or moral + sentiment. If that could see or hear, you could no more exclude the + conviction that these writings are full of the deepest purport than I can, + nor doubt that they have a powerful hold on the mind of the reader. + </p> + <p> + “They fetter their adherents to a fixed law, but they take all bitterness + out of sorrow by teaching that a stern father sends us suffering which is + represented as being sometimes a means of education, and sometimes a + punishment for transgressing a hard and clearly defined law. Their god, in + his infallible but stern wisdom, sets those who cling to him on an evil + and stony path to prove their strength, and to let them at last reach the + glorious goal which is revealed to them from the beginning.” + </p> + <p> + “How strange such words as these sound in the mouth of a Greek,” + interrupted Euergetes. “You certainly must be repeating them after the son + of the Jewish high-priest, who defends the cause of his cruel god with so + much warmth and skill.” + </p> + <p> + “I should have thought,” retorted Cleopatra, “that this overwhelming + figure of a god would have pleased you, of all men; for I know of no + weakness in you. Quite lately Dositheos, the Jewish centurion—a very + learned man—tried to describe to my husband the one great god to + whom his nation adheres with such obstinate fidelity, but I could not help + thinking of our beautiful and happy gods as a gay company of amorous lords + and pleasure-loving ladies, and comparing them with this stern and + powerful being who, if only he chose to do it, might swallow them all up, + as Chronos swallowed his own children.” + </p> + <p> + “That,” exclaimed Euergetes, “is exactly what most provokes me in this + superstition. It crushes our light-hearted pleasure in life, and whenever + I have been reading the book of the Hebrews everything has come into my + mind that I least like to think of. It is like an importunate creditor + that reminds us of our forgotten debts, and I love pleasure and hate an + importunate reminder. And you, pretty one, life blooms for you—” + </p> + <p> + “But I,” interrupted Cleopatra, “I can admire all that is great; and does + it not seem a bold and grand thing even to you, that the mighty idea that + it is one single power that moves and fills the world, should be freely + and openly declared in the sacred writings of the Jews—an idea which + the Egyptians carefully wrap up and conceal, which the priests of the Nile + only venture to divulge to the most privileged of those who are initiated + into their mysteries, and which—though the Greek philosophers indeed + have fearlessly uttered it—has never been introduced by any Hellene + into the religion of the people? If you were not so averse to the Hebrew + nation, and if you, like my husband and myself, had diligently occupied + yourself with their concerns and their belief you would be juster to them + and to their scriptures, and to the great creating and preserving spirit, + their god—” + </p> + <p> + “You are confounding this jealous and most unamiable and ill-tempered + tyrant of the universe with the Absolute of Aristotle!” cried Euergetes; + “he stigmatises most of what you and I and all rational Greeks require for + the enjoyment of life as sin—sin upon sin. And yet if my easily + persuadable brother governed at Alexandria, I believe the shrewd priests + might succeed in stamping him as a worshipper of that magnified + schoolmaster, who punishes his untutored brood with fire and torment.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot deny,” replied Cleopatra, “that even to me the doctrine of the + Jews has something very fearful in it, and that to adopt it seems to me + tantamount to confiscating all the pleasures of life.—But enough of + such things, which I should no more relish as a daily food than you do. + Let us rejoice in that we are Hellenes, and let us now go to the banquet. + I fear you have found a very unsatisfactory substitute for what you sought + in coming up here.” + </p> + <p> + “No—no. I feel strangely excited to-day, and my work with + Aristarchus would have led to no issue. It is a pity that we should have + begun to talk of that barbarian rubbish; there are so many other subjects + more pleasing and more cheering to the mind. Do you remember how we used + to read the great tragedians and Plato together?” + </p> + <p> + “And how you would often interrupt our tutor Agatharchides in his lectures + on geography, to point out some mistake! Did you prosecute those studies + in Cyrene?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. It really is a pity, Cleopatra, that we should no longer live + together as we did formerly. There is no one, not even Aristarchus, with + whom I find it more pleasant and profitable to converse and discuss than + with you. If only you had lived at Athens in the time of Pericles, who + knows if you might not have been his friend instead of the immortal + Aspasia. This Memphis is certainly not the right place for you; for a few + months in the year you ought to come to Alexandria, which has now risen to + be superior to Athens.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know you to-day!” exclaimed Cleopatra, gazing at her brother in + astonishment. “I have never heard you speak so kindly and brotherly since + the death of my mother. You must have some great request to make of us.” + </p> + <p> + “You see how thankless a thing it is for me to let my heart speak for + once, like other people. I am like the boy in the fable when the wolf + came! I have so often behaved in an unbrotherly fashion that when I show + the aspect of a brother you think I have put on a mask. If I had had + anything special to ask of you I should have waited till to-morrow, for in + this part of the country even a blind beggar does not like to refuse his + lame comrade anything on his birthday.” + </p> + <p> + “If only we knew what you wish for! Philometor and I would do it more than + gladly, although you always want something monstrous. Our performance + to-morrow will—at any rate—but—Zoe, pray be good enough + to retire with the maids; I have a few words to say to my brother alone.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as the queen’s ladies had withdrawn, she went on: + </p> + <p> + “It is a real grief to use, but the best part of the festival in honor of + your birthday will not be particularly successful, for the priests of + Serapis spitefully refuse us the Hebe about whom Lysias has made us so + curious. Asclepiodorus, it would seem, keeps her in concealment, and + carries his audacity so far as to tell us that someone has carried her off + from the temple. He insinuates that we have stolen her, and demands her + restitution in the name of all his associates.” + </p> + <p> + “You are doing the man an injustice; our dove has followed the lure of a + dove-catcher who will not allow me to have her, and who is now billing and + cooing with her in his own nest. I am cheated, but I can scarcely be angry + with the Roman, for his claim was of older standing than mine.” + </p> + <p> + “The Roman?” asked Cleopatra, rising from her seat and turning pale. “But + that is impossible. You are making common cause with Eulaeus, and want to + set me against Publius Scipio. At the banquet last night you showed + plainly enough your ill-feeling against him.” + </p> + <p> + “You seem to feel more warmly towards him. But before I prove to you that + I am neither lying nor joking, may I enquire what has this man, this + many-named Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica, to recommend him above any + handsome well-grown Macedonian, who is resolute in my cause, in the whole + corps of your body guard, excepting his patrician pride? He is as bitter + and ungenial as a sour apple, and all the very best that you—a + subtle thinker, a brilliant and cultivated philosopher—can find to + say is no more appreciated by his meanly cultivated intellect than the + odes of Sappho by a Nubian boatman.” + </p> + <p> + “It is exactly for that,” cried the queen, “that I value him; he is + different from all of us; we who—how shall I express myself—who + always think at second-hand, and always set our foot in the rut trodden by + the master of the school we adhere to; who squeeze our minds into the + moulds that others have carved out, and when we speak hesitate to step + beyond the outlines of those figures of rhetoric which we learned at + school! You have burst these bonds, but even your mighty spirit still + shows traces of them. Publius Scipio, on the contrary, thinks and sees and + speaks with perfect independence, and his upright sense guides him to the + truth without any trouble or special training. His society revives me like + the fresh air that I breathe when I come out into the open air from the + temple filled with the smoke of incense—like the milk and bread + which a peasant offered us during our late excursion to the coast, after + we had been living for a year on nothing but dainties.” + </p> + <p> + “He has all the admirable characteristics of a child!” interrupted + Euergetes. “And if that is all that appears estimable to you in the Roman + your son may soon replace the great Cornelius.” + </p> + <p> + “Not soon! no, not till he shall have grown older than you are, and a man, + a thorough man, from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, for + such a man is Publius! I believe—nay, I am sure—that he is + incapable of any mean action, that he could not be false in word or even + in look, nor feign a sentiment be did not feel.” + </p> + <p> + “Why so vehement, sister? So much zeal is quite unnecessary on this + occasion! You know well enough that I have my easy days, and that this + excitement is not good for you; nor has the Roman deserved that you should + be quite beside yourself for his sake. The fellow dared in my presence to + look at you as Paris might at Helen before he carried her off, and to + drink out of your cup; and this morning he no doubt did not contradict + what he conveyed to you last night with his eyes—nay, perhaps by his + words. And yet, scarcely an hour before, he had been to the Necropolis to + bear his sweetheart away from the temple of the gloomy Serapis into that + of the smiling Eros.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall prove this!” cried the queen in great excitement. “Publius is + my friend—” + </p> + <p> + “And I am yours!” + </p> + <p> + “You have often proved the reverse, and now again with lies and cheating—” + </p> + <p> + “You seem,” interrupted Euergetes, “to have learned from your + unphilosophical favorite to express your indignation with extraordinary + frankness; to-day however I am, as I have said, as gentle as a kitten—” + </p> + <p> + “Euergetes and gentleness!” cried Cleopatra with a forced laugh. “No, you + only step softly like a cat when she is watching a bird, and your + gentleness covers some ruthless scheme, which we shall find out soon + enough to our cost. You have been talking with Eulaeus to-day; Eulaeus, + who fears and hates Publius, and it seems to me that you have hatched some + conspiracy against him; but if you dare to cast a single stone in his + path, to touch a single hair of his head, I will show you that even a weak + woman can be terrible. Nemesis and the Erinnyes from Alecto to Megaera, + the most terrible of all the gods, are women!” + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra had hissed rather than spoken these words, with her teeth set + with rage, and had raised her small fist to threaten her brother; but + Euergetes preserved a perfect composure till she had ceased speaking. Then + he took a step closer to her, crossed his arms over his breast, and asked + her in the deepest bass of his fine deep voice: + </p> + <p> + “Are you idiotically in love with this Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica, or + do you purpose to make use of him and his kith and kin in Rome against + me?” + </p> + <p> + Transported with rage, and without blenching in the least at her brother’s + piercing gaze, she hastily retorted: “Up to this moment only the first + perhaps—for what is my husband to me? But if you go on as you have + begun I shall begin to consider how I may make use of his influence and of + his liking for me, on the shores of the Tiber.” + </p> + <p> + “Liking!” cried Euergetes, and he laughed so loud and violently that Zoe, + who was listening at the tent door, gave a little scream, and Cleopatra + drew back a step. “And to think that you—the most prudent of the + prudent—who can hear the dew fall and the grass grow, and smell here + in Memphis the smoke of every fire that is lighted in Alexandria or in + Syria or even in Rome—that you, my mother’s daughter, should be + caught over head and ears by a broad-shouldered lout, for all the world + like a clumsy town-girl or a wench at a loom. This ignorant Adonis, who + knows so well how to make use of his own strange and resolute personality, + and of the power that stands in his background, thinks no more of the + hearts he sets in flames than I of the earthen jar out of which water is + drawn when I am thirsty. You think to make use of him by the ‘Tiber; but + he has anticipated you, and learns from you all that is going on by the + Nile and everything they most want to know in the Senate. + </p> + <p> + “You do not believe me, for no one ever is ready to believe anything that + can diminish his self-esteem—and why should you believe me? I + frankly confess that I do not hesitate to lie when I hope to gain more by + untruth than by that much-belauded and divine truth, which, according to + your favorite Plato, is allied to all earthly beauty; but it is often just + as useless as beauty itself, for the useful and the beautiful exclude each + other in a thousand cases, for ten when they coincide. There, the gong is + sounding for the third time. If you care for plain proof that the Roman, + only an hour before he visited you this morning, had our little Hebe + carried off from the temple, and conveyed to the house of Apollodorus, the + sculptor, at Memphis, you have only to come to see me in my rooms early + to-morrow after the first morning sacrifice. You will at any rate wish to + come and congratulate me; bring your children with you, as I propose + making them presents. You might even question the Roman himself at the + banquet to-day, but he will hardly appear, for the sweetest gifts of Eros + are bestowed at night, and as the temple of Serapis is closed at sunset + Publius has never yet seen his Irene in the evening. May I expect you and + the children after morning sacrifice?” + </p> + <p> + Before Cleopatra had time to answer this question another trumpet-blast + was heard, and she exclaimed: “That is Philometor, come to fetch us to the + banquet. I will ere long give the Roman the opportunity of defending + himself, though—in spite of your accusations—I trust him + entirely. This morning I asked him solemnly whether it was true that he + was in love with his friend’s charming Hebe, and he denied it in his firm + and manly way, and his replies were admirable and worthy of the noblest + mind, when I ventured to doubt his sincerity. He takes truth more + seriously than you do. He regards it not only as beautiful and right to be + truthful, he says, but as prudent too; for lies can only procure us a + small short-lived advantage, as transitory as the mists of night which + vanish as soon as the sun appears, while truth is like the sunlight + itself, which as often as it is dimmed by clouds reappears again and + again. And, he says, what makes a liar so particularly contemptible in his + eyes is, that to attain his end, he must be constantly declaring and + repeating the horror he has of those who are and do the very same thing as + he himself. The ruler of a state cannot always be truthful, and I often + have failed in truth; but my intercourse with Publius has aroused much + that is good in me, and which had been slumbering with closed eyes; and if + this man should prove to be the same as all the rest of you, then I will + follow your road, Euergetes, and laugh at virtue and truth, and set the + busts of Aristippus and Strato on the pedestals where those of Zeno and + Antisthenes now stand.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean to have the busts of the philosophers moved again?” asked King + Philometor, who, as he entered the tent, had heard the queen’s last words. + “And Aristippus is to have the place of honor? I have no objection—though + he teaches that man must subjugate matter and not become subject to it.—[‘Mihi + res, non me rebus subjungere.‘]—This indeed is easier to say than to + do, and there is no man to whom it is more impossible than to a king who + has to keep on good terms with Greeks and Egyptians, as we have, and with + Rome as well. And besides all this to avoid quarrelling with a jealous + brother, who shares our kingdom! If men could only know how much they + would have to do as kings only in reading and writing, they would take + care never to struggle for a crown! Up to this last half hour I have been + examining and deciding applications and petitions. Have you got through + yours, Euergetes? Even more had accumulated for you than for us.” + </p> + <p> + “All were settled in an hour,” replied the other promptly. “My eye is + quicker than the mouth of your reader, and my decisions commonly consist + of three words while you dictate long treatises to your scribes. So I had + done when you had scarcely begun, and yet I could tell you at once, if it + were not too tedious a matter, every single case that has come before me + for months, and explain it in all its details.” + </p> + <p> + “That I could not indeed,” said Philometor modestly, “but I know and + admire your swift intelligence and accurate memory.” + </p> + <p> + “You see I am more fit for a king than you are;” laughed Euergetes. “You + are too gentle and debonair for a throne! Hand over your government to me. + I will fill your treasury every year with gold. I beg you now, come to + Alexandria with Cleopatra for good, and share with me the palace and the + gardens in the Bruchion. I will nominate your little Philopator heir to + the throne, for I have no wish to contract a permanent tie with any woman, + as Cleopatra belongs to you. This is a bold proposal, but reflect, + Philometor, if you were to accept it, how much time it would give you for + your music, your disputations with the Jews, and all your other favorite + occupations.” + </p> + <p> + “You never know how far you may go with your jest!” interrupted Cleopatra. + “Besides, you devote quite as much time to your studies in philology and + natural history as he does to music and improving conversations with his + learned friends.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so,” assented Philometor, “and you may be counted among the sages of + the Museum with far more reason than I.” + </p> + <p> + “But the difference between us,” replied Euergetes, “is that I despise all + the philosophical prattlers and rubbish-collectors in Alexandria almost to + the point of hating them, while for science I have as great a passion as + for a lover. You, on the contrary, make much of the learned men, but + trouble yourself precious little about science.” + </p> + <p> + “Drop the subject, pray,” begged Cleopatra. “I believe that you two have + never yet been together for half an hour without Euergetes having begun + some dispute, and Philometor having at last given in, to pacify him. Our + guests must have been waiting for us a long time. Had Publius Scipio made + his appearance?” + </p> + <p> + “He had sent to excuse himself,” replied the king as he scratched the poll + of Cleopatra’s parrot, parting its feathers with the tips of his fingers. + “Lysias, the Corinthian, is sitting below, and he says he does not know + where his friend can be gone.” + </p> + <p> + “But we know very well,” said Euergetes, casting an ironical glance at the + queen. “It is pleasant to be with Philometor and Cleopatra, but better + still with Eros and Hebe. Sister, you look pale—shall I call for + Zoe?” + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra shook her head in negation, but she dropped into a seat, and sat + stooping, with her head bowed over her knees as if she were dreadfully + tired. Euergetes turned his back on her, and spoke to his brother of + indifferent subjects, while she drew lines, some straight and some + crooked, with her fan-stick through the pile of the soft rug on the floor, + and sat gazing thoughtfully at her feet. As she sat thus her eye was + caught by her sandals, richly set with precious stones, and the slender + toes she had so often contemplated with pleasure; but now the sight of + them seemed to vex her, for in obedience to a swift impulse she loosened + the straps, pushed off her right sandal with her left foot, kicked it from + her, and said, turning to her husband: + </p> + <p> + “It is late and I do not feel well, and you may sup without me.” + </p> + <p> + “By the healing Isis!” exclaimed Philometor, going up to her. “You look + suffering. Shall I send for the physicians? Is it really nothing more than + your usual headache? The gods be thanked! But that you should be unwell + just to-day! I had so much to say to you; and the chief thing of all was + that we are still a long way from completeness in our preparations for our + performance. If this luckless Hebe were not—” + </p> + <p> + “She is in good hands,” interrupted Euergetes. “The Roman, Publius Scipio, + has taken her to a place of safety; perhaps in order to present her to me + to morrow morning in return for the horses from Cyrene which I sent him + to-day. How brightly your eyes sparkle, sister—with joy no doubt at + this good idea. This evening, I dare say he is rehearsing the little one + in her part that she may perform it well to-morrow. If we are mistaken—if + Publius is ungrateful and proposes keeping the dove, then Thais, your + pretty Athenian waiting-woman, may play the part of Hebe. What do you + think of that suggestion, Cleopatra?” + </p> + <p> + “That I forbid such jesting with me!” cried the queen vehemently. “No one + has any consideration for me—no one pities me, and I suffer + fearfully! Euergetes scorns me—you, Philometor, would be glad to + drag me down! If only the banquet is not interfered with, and so long as + nothing spoils your pleasure!—Whether I die or no, no one cares!” + </p> + <p> + With these words the queen burst into tears, and roughly pushed away her + husband as he endeavored to soothe her. At last she dried her eyes, and + said: “Go down-the guests are waiting.” + </p> + <p> + “Immediately, my love,” replied Philometor. “But one thing I must tell + you, for I know that it will arouse your sympathy. The Roman read to you + the petition for pardon for Philotas, the chief of the Chrematistes and + ‘relative of the king,’ which contains such serious charges against + Eulaeus. I was ready with all my heart to grant your wish and to pardon + the man who is the father of these miserable water-bearers; but, before + having the decree drawn up, I had the lists of the exiles to the + gold-mines carefully looked through, and there it was discovered that + Philotas and his wife have both been dead more than half a year. Death has + settled this question, and I cannot grant to Publius the first service he + has asked of me—asked with great urgency too. I am sorry for this, + both for his sake and for that of poor Philotas, who was held in high + esteem by our mother.” + </p> + <p> + “May the ravens devour them!” answered Cleopatra, pressing her forehead + against the ivory frame which surrounded the stuffed back of her seat. + “Once more I beg of you excuse me from all further speech.” This time the + two kings obeyed her wishes. When Euergetes offered her his hand she said + with downcast eyes, and poking her fan-stick into the wool of the carpet: + </p> + <p> + “I will visit you early to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “After the first sacrifice,” added Euergetes. “If I know you well, + something that you will then hear will please you greatly; very greatly + indeed, I should think. Bring the children with you; that I ask of you as + a birthday request.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. + </h2> + <p> + The royal chariot in which Klea was standing, wrapped in the cloak and + wearing the hat of the captain of the civic guard, went swiftly and + without stopping through the streets of Memphis. As long as she saw houses + with lighted windows on each side of the way, and met riotous soldiers and + quiet citizens going home from the taverns, or from working late in their + workshops, with lanterns in their hands or carried by their slaves—so + long her predominant feeling was one of hatred to Publius; and mixed with + this was a sentiment altogether new to her—a sentiment that made her + blood boil, and her heart now stand still and then again beat wildly—the + thought that he might be a wretched deceiver. Had he not attempted to + entrap one of them—whether her sister or herself it was all the same—wickedly + to betray her, and to get her into his power! + </p> + <p> + “With me,” thought she, “he could not hope to gain his evil ends, and when + he saw that I knew how to protect myself he lured the poor unresisting + child away with him, in order to ruin her and to drag her into shame and + misery. Just like Rome herself, who seizes on one country after another to + make them her own, so is this ruthless man. No sooner had that villain + Eulaeus’ letter reached him, than he thought himself justified in + believing that I too was spellbound by a glance from his eyes, and would + spread my wings to fly into his arms; and so he put out his greedy hand to + catch me too, and threw aside the splendor and delights of a royal banquet + to hurry by night out into the desert, and to risk a hideous death—for + the avenging deities still punish the evildoer.” + </p> + <p> + By this time she was shrouded in total darkness, for the moon was still + hidden by black clouds. Memphis was already behind her, and the chariot + was passing through a tall-stemmed palm-grove, where even at mid-day deep + shades intermingled with the sunlight. When, just at this spot, the + thought once more pierced her soul that the seducer was devoted to death, + she felt as though suddenly a bright glaring light had flashed up in her + and round her, and she could have broken out into a shout of joy like one + who, seeking retribution for blood, places his foot at last on the breast + of his fallen foe. She clenched her teeth tightly and grasped her girdle, + in which she had stuck the knife given her by the smith. + </p> + <p> + If the charioteer by her side had been Publius, she would have stabbed him + to the heart with the weapon with delight, and then have thrown herself + under the horses’ hoofs and the brazen wheels of the chariot. + </p> + <p> + But no! Still more gladly would she have found him dying in the desert, + and before his heart had ceased to beat have shouted in his ear how much + she hated him; and then, when his breast no longer heaved a breath—then + she would have flung herself upon him, and have kissed his dimmed eyes. + </p> + <p> + Her wildest thoughts of vengeance were as inseparable from tender pity and + the warmest longings of a heart overflowing with love, as the dark waters + of a river are from the brighter flood of a stream with which it has + recently mingled. All the passionate impulses which had hitherto been + slumbering in her soul were set free, and now raised their clamorous + voices as she was whirled across the desert through the gloom of night. + The wishes roused in her breast by her hatred appealing to her on one side + and her love singing in her ear, in tempting flute-tones, on the other, + jostled and hustled one another, each displacing the other as they crowded + her mind in wild confusion. As she proceeded on her journey she felt that + she could have thrown herself like a tigress on her victim, and yet—like + an outcast woman—have flung herself at Publius’ knees in + supplication for the love that was denied her. She had lost all idea of + time and distance, and started as from a wild and bewildering dream when + the chariot suddenly halted, and the driver said in his rough tones: + </p> + <p> + “Here we are, I must turn back again.” + </p> + <p> + She shuddered, drew the cloak more closely round her, sprang out on to the + road, and stood there motionless till the charioteer said: + </p> + <p> + “I have not spared my horses, my noble gentleman. Won’t you give me + something to get a drop of wine?” Klea’s whole possessions were two silver + drachma, of which she herself owned one and the other belonged to Irene. + On the last anniversary but one of his mother’s death, the king had given + at the temple a sum to be divided among all the attendants, male and + female, who served Serapis, and a piece of silver had fallen to the share + of herself and her sister. Klea had them both about her in a little bag, + which also contained a ring that her mother had given her at parting, and + the amulet belonging to Serapion. The girl took out the two silver coins + and gave them to the driver, who, after testing the liberal gift with his + fingers, cried out as he turned his horses: + </p> + <p> + “A pleasant night to you, and may Aphrodite and all the Loves be + favorable!” + </p> + <p> + “Irene’s drachma!” muttered Klea to herself, as the chariot rolled away. + The sweet form of her sister rose before her mind; she recalled the hour + when the girl—still but a child—had entrusted it to her, + because she lost everything unless Klea took charge of it for her. + </p> + <p> + “Who will watch her and care for her now?” she asked herself, and she + stood thinking, trying to defend herself against the wild wishes which + again began to stir in her, and to collect her scattered thoughts. She had + involuntarily avoided the beam of light which fell across the road from + the tavern-window, and yet she could not help raising her eyes and looking + along it, and she found herself looking through the darkness which + enveloped her, straight into the faces of two men whose gaze was directed + to the very spot where she was standing. And what faces they were that she + saw! One, a fat face, framed in thick hair and a short, thick and ragged + beard, was of a dusky brown and as coarse and brutal as the other was + smooth, colorless and lean, cruel and crafty. The eyes of the first of + these ruffians were prominent, weak and bloodshot, with a fixed glassy + stare, while those of the other seemed always to be on the watch with a + restless and uneasy leer. + </p> + <p> + These were Euergetes’ assassins—they must be! Spellbound with terror + and revulsion she stood quite still, fearing only that the ruffians might + hear the beating of her heart, for she felt as if it were a hammer swung + up and down in an empty space, and beating with loud echoes, now in her + bosom and now in her throat. + </p> + <p> + “The young gentleman must have gone round behind the tavern—he knows + the shortest way to the ‘tombs. Let us go after him, and finish off the + business at once,” said the broad-shouldered villain in a hoarse whisper + that broke down every now and then, and which seemed to Klea even more + repulsive than the monster’s face. + </p> + <p> + “So that he may hear us go after him-stupid!” answered the other. “When he + has been waiting for his sweetheart about a quarter of an hour I will call + his name in a woman’s voice, and at his first step towards the desert do + you break his neck with the sand-bag. We have plenty of time yet, for it + must still be a good half hour before midnight.” + </p> + <p> + “So much the better,” said the other. “Our wine-jar is not nearly empty + yet, and we paid the lazy landlord for it in advance, before he crept into + bed.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall only drink two cups more,” said the punier villain. “For this + time we have to do with a sturdy fellow, Setnam is not with us now to lend + a hand in the work, and the dead meat must show no gaping thrusts or cuts. + My teeth are not like yours when you are fasting—even cooked food + must not be too tough for them to chew it, now-a-days. If you soak + yourself in drink and fail in your blow, and I am not ready with the + poisoned stiletto the thing won’t come off neatly. But why did not the + Roman let his chariot wait?” + </p> + <p> + “Aye! why did he let it go away?” asked the other staring open-mouthed in + the direction where the sound of wheels was still to be heard. His + companion mean while laid his hand to his ear, and listened. Both were + silent for a few minutes, then the thin one said: + </p> + <p> + “The chariot has stopped at the first tavern. So much the better. The + Roman has valuable cattle in his shafts, and at the inn down there, there + is a shed for horses. Here in this hole there is hardly a stall for an + ass, and nothing but sour wine and mouldy beer. I don’t like the rubbish, + and save my coin for Alexandria and white Mariotic; that is strengthening + and purifies the blood. For the present I only wish we were as well off as + those horses; they will have plenty of time to recover their breath.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, plenty of time,” answered the other with a broad grin, and then he + with his companion withdrew into the room to fill his cup. + </p> + <p> + Klea too could hear that the chariot which had brought her hither, had + halted at the farther tavern, but it did not occur to her that the driver + had gone in to treat himself to wine with half of Irene’s drachma. The + horses should make up for the lost time, and they could easily do it, for + when did the king’s banquets ever end before midnight? + </p> + <p> + As soon as Plea saw that the assassins were filling their earthen cups, + she slipped softly on tiptoe behind the tavern; the moon came out from + behind the clouds for a few minutes, she sought and found the short way by + the desert-path to the Apis-tombs, and hastened rapidly along it. She + looked straight before her, for whenever she glanced at the road-side, and + her eye was caught by some dried up shrub of the desert, silvery in the + pale moonlight, she fancied she saw behind it the face of a murderer. + </p> + <p> + The skeletons of fallen beasts standing up out of the dust, and the + bleached jawbones of camels and asses, which shone much whiter than the + desert-sand on which they lay, seemed to have come to life and motion, and + made her think of the tiger-teeth of the bearded ruffian. + </p> + <p> + The clouds of dust driven in her face by the warm west wind, which had + risen higher, increased her alarm, for they were mingled with the colder + current of the night-breeze; and again and again she felt as if spirits + were driving her onwards with their hot breath, and stroking her face with + their cold fingers. Every thing that her senses perceived was transformed + by her heated imagination into a fearful something; but more fearful and + more horrible than anything she heard, than any phantom that met her eye + in the ghastly moonlight, were her own thoughts of what was to be done + now, in the immediate future—of the fearful fate that threatened the + Roman and Irene; and she was incapable of separating one from the other in + her mind, for one influence alone possessed her, heart and soul: dread, + dread; the same boundless, nameless, deadly dread—alike of mortal + peril and irremediable shame, and of the airiest phantoms and the merest + nothings. + </p> + <p> + A large black cloud floated slowly across the moon and utter darkness hid + everything around, even the undefined forms which her imagination had + turned to images of dread. She was forced to moderate her pace, and find + her way, feeling each step; and just as to a child some hideous form that + looms before him vanishes into nothingness when he covers his eyes with + his hand, so the profound darkness which now enveloped her, suddenly + released her soul from a hundred imaginary terrors. + </p> + <p> + She stood still, drew a deep breath, collected the whole natural force of + her will, and asked herself what she could do to avert the horrid issue. + </p> + <p> + Since seeing the murderers every thought of revenge, every wish to punish + the seducer with death, had vanished from her mind; one desire alone + possessed her now—that of rescuing him, the man, from the clutches + of these ravening beasts. Walking slowly onwards she repeated to herself + every word she had heard that referred to Publius and Irene as spoken by + Euergetes, Eulaeus, the recluse, and the assassins, and recalled every + step she had taken since she left the temple; thus she brought herself + back to the consciousness that she had come out and faced danger and + endured terror, solely and exclusively for Irene’s sake. The image of her + sister rose clearly before her mind in all its bright charm, undimmed by + any jealous grudge which, indeed, ever since her passion had held her in + its toils had never for the smallest fraction of a minute possessed her. + </p> + <p> + Irene had grown up under her eye, sheltered by her care, in the sunshine + of her love. To take care of her, to deny herself, and bear the severest + fatigue for her had been her pleasure; and now as she appealed to her + father—as she wont to do—as if he were present, and asked him + in an inaudible cry: “Tell me, have I not done all for her that I could + do?” and said to herself that he could not possibly answer her appeal but + with assent, her eyes filled with tears; the bitterness and discontent + which had lately filled her breast gradually disappeared, and a gentle, + calm, refreshing sense of satisfaction came over her spirit, like a + cooling breeze after a scorching day. + </p> + <p> + As she now again stood still, straining her eyes which were growing more + accustomed to the darkness, to discover one of the temples at the end of + the alley of sphinxes, suddenly and unexpectedly at her right hand a + solemn and many-voiced hymn of lamentation fell upon her ear. This was + from the priests of Osiris-Apis who were performing the sacred mysteries + of their god, at midnight, on the roof of the temple. She knew the hymn + well—a lament for the deceased Osiris which implored him with urgent + supplication to break the power of death, to rise again, to bestow new + light and new vitality on the world and on men, and to vouchsafe to all + the departed a new existence. + </p> + <p> + The pious lament had a powerful effect on her excited spirit. Her parents + too perhaps had passed through death, and were now taking part in the + conduct of the destiny of the world and of men in union with the life + giving God. Her breath came fast, she threw up her arms, and, for the + first time since in her wrath she had turned her back on the holy of + holies in the temple of Serapis, she poured forth her whole soul with + passionate fervor in a deep and silent prayer for strength to fulfil her + duty to the end,—for some sign to show her the way to save Irene + from misfortune, and Publius from death. And as she prayed she felt no + longer alone—no, it seemed to her that she stood face to face with + the invincible Power which protects the good, in whom she now again had + faith, though for Him she knew no name; as a daughter, pursued by foes, + might clasp her powerful father’s knees and claim his succor. + </p> + <p> + She had not stood thus with uplifted arms for many minutes when the moon, + once more appearing, recalled her to herself and to actuality. She now + perceived close to her, at hardly a hundred paces from where she stood, + the line of sphinxes by the side of which lay the tombs of Apis near which + she was to await Publius. Her heart began to beat faster again, and her + dread of her own weakness revived. In a few minutes she must meet the + Roman, and, involuntarily putting up her hand to smooth her hair, she was + reminded that she still wore Glaucus’ hat on her head and his cloak + wrapped round her shoulders. Lifting up her heart again in a brief prayer + for a calm and collected mind, she slowly arranged her dress and its + folds, and as she did so the key of the tomb-cave, which she still had + about her, fell under her hand. An idea flashed through her brain—she + caught at it, and with hurried breath followed it out, till she thought + she had now hit upon the right way to preserve from death the man who was + so rich and powerful, who had given her nothing but taken everything from + her, and to whom, nevertheless, she—the poor water-bearer whom he + had thought to trifle with—could now bestow the most precious of the + gifts of the immortals, namely, life. + </p> + <p> + Serapion had said, and she was willing to believe, that Publius was not + base, and he certainly was not one of those who could prove ungrateful to + a preserver. She longed to earn the right to demand something of him, and + that could be nothing else but that he should give up her sister and bring + Irene back to her. + </p> + <p> + When could it be that he had come to an understanding with the + inexperienced and easily wooed maiden? How ready she must have been to + clasp the hand held out to her by this man! Nothing surprised her in + Irene, the child of the present; she could comprehend too that Irene’s + charm might quickly win the heart even of a grave and serious man. + </p> + <p> + And yet—in all the processions it was never Irene that he had gazed + at, but always herself, and how came it to pass that he had given a prompt + and ready assent to the false invitation to go out to meet her in the + desert at midnight? Perhaps she was still nearer to his heart than Irene, + and if gratitude drew him to her with fresh force then—aye then—he + might perhaps woo her, and forget his pride and her lowly position, and + ask her to be his wife. + </p> + <p> + She thought this out fully, but before she had reached the half circle + enclosed by the Philosophers’ busts the question occurred to her mind. And + Irene? + </p> + <p> + Had she gone with him and quitted her without bidding her farewell because + the young heart was possessed with a passionate love for Publius—who + was indeed the most lovable of men? And he? Would he indeed, out of + gratitude for what she hoped to do for him, make up his mind, if she + demanded it, to make her Irene his wife—the poor but more than + lovely daughter of a noble house? + </p> + <p> + And if this were possible, if these two could be happy in love and honor, + should she Klea come between the couple to divide them? Should she + jealously snatch Irene from his arms and carry her back to the gloomy + temple which now—after she had fluttered awhile in sportive freedom + in the sunny air—would certainly seem to her doubly sinister and + unendurable? Should she be the one to plunge Irene into misery—Irene, + her child, the treasure confided to her care, whom she had sworn to + cherish? + </p> + <p> + “No, and again no,” she said resolutely. “She was born for happiness, and + I for endurance, and if I dare beseech thee to grant me one thing more, O + thou infinite Divinity! it is that Thou wouldst cut out from my soul this + love which is eating into my heart as though it were rotten wood, and keep + me far from envy and jealousy when I see her happy in his arms. It is hard—very + hard to drive one’s own heart out into the desert in order that spring may + blossom in that of another: but it is well so—and my mother would + commend me and my father would say I had acted after his own heart, and in + obedience to the teaching of the great men on these pedestals. Be still, + be still my aching heart—there—that is right!” + </p> + <p> + Thus reflecting she went past the busts of Zeno and Chrysippus, glancing + at their features distinct in the moonlight: and her eyes falling on the + smooth slabs of stone with which the open space was paved, her own shadow + caught her attention, black and sharply defined, and exactly resembling + that of some man travelling from one town to another in his cloak and + broad-brimmed hat. + </p> + <p> + “Just like a man!” she muttered to herself; and as, at the same moment, + she saw a figure resembling her own, and, like herself, wearing a hat, + appear near the entrance to the tombs, and fancied she recognized it as + Publius, a thought, a scheme, flashed through her excited brain, which at + first appalled her, but in the next instant filled her with the ecstasy + which an eagle may feel when he spreads his mighty wings and soars above + the dust of the earth into the pure and infinite ether. Her heart beat + high, she breathed deeply and slowly, but she advanced to meet the Roman, + drawn up to her full height like a queen, who goes forward to receive some + equal sovereign; her hat, which she had taken off, in her left hand, and + the Smith’s key in her right-straight on towards the door of the + Apis-tombs. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. + </h2> + <p> + The man whom Klea had seen was in fact none other than Publius. He was now + at the end of a busy day, for after he had assured himself that Irene had + been received by the sculptor and his wife, and welcomed as if she were + their own child, he had returned to his tent to write once more a dispatch + to Rome. But this he could not accomplish, for his friend Lysias paced + restlessly up and down by him as he sat, and as often as he put the reed + to the papyrus disturbed him with enquiries about the recluse, the + sculptor, and their rescued protegee. + </p> + <p> + When, finally, the Corinthian desired to know whether he, Publius, + considered Irene’s eyes to be brown or blue, he had sprung up impatiently, + and exclaimed indignantly: + </p> + <p> + “And supposing they were red or green, what would it matter to me!” + </p> + <p> + Lysias seemed pleased rather than vexed with this reply, and he was on the + point of confessing to his friend that Irene had caused in his heart a + perfect conflagration—as of a forest or a city in flames—when + a master of the horse had appeared from Euergetes, to present the four + splendid horses from Cyrene, which his master requested the noble Roman + Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica to accept in token of his friendship. + </p> + <p> + The two friends, who both were judges and lovers of horses, spent at least + an hour in admiring the fine build and easy paces of these valuable + beasts. Then came a chamberlain from the queen to invite Publius to go to + her at once. + </p> + <p> + The Roman followed the messenger after a short delay in his tent, in order + to take with him the gems representing the marriage of Hebe, for on his + way from the sculptor’s to the palace it had occurred to him that he would + offer them to the queen, after he had informed her of the parentage of the + two water-carriers. Publius had keen eyes, and the queen’s weaknesses had + not escaped him, but he had never suspected her of being capable of + abetting her licentious brother in forcibly possessing himself of the + innocent daughter of a noble father. He now purposed to make her a present—as + in some degree a substitute for the representation his friend had + projected, and which had come to nothing—of the picture which she + had hoped to find pleasure in reproducing. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra received him on her roof, a favor of which few could boast; she + allowed him to sit at her feet while she reclined on her couch, and gave + him to understand, by every glance of her eyes and every word she spoke, + that his presence was a happiness to her, and filled her with passionate + delight. Publius soon contrived to lead the conversation to the subject of + the innocent parents of the water-bearers, who had been sent off to the + goldmines; but Cleopatra interrupted his speech in their favor and asked + him plainly, undisguisedly, and without any agitation, whether it was true + that he himself desired to win the youthful Hebe. And she met his absolute + denial with such persistent and repeated expressions of disbelief, + assuming at last a tone of reproach, that he grew vexed and broke out into + a positive declaration that he regarded lying as unmanly and disgraceful, + and could endure any insult rather than a doubt of his veracity. + </p> + <p> + Such a vehement and energetic remonstrance from a man she had + distinguished was a novelty to Cleopatra, and she did not take it amiss, + for she might now believe—what she much wished to believe—that + Publius wanted to have nothing to do with the fair Hebe, that Eulaeus had + slandered her friend, and that Zoe had been in error when, after her vain + expedition to the temple—from which she had then just returned—she + had told her that the Roman was Irene’s lover, and must at the earliest + hour have betrayed to the girl herself, or to the priests in the Serapeum, + what was their purpose regarding her. + </p> + <p> + In the soul of this noble youth there was nothing false—there could + be nothing false! And she, who was accustomed never to hear a word from + the men who surrounded her without asking herself with what aim it was + spoken, and how much of it was dissimulation or downright falsehood, + trusted the Roman, and was so happy in her trust that, full of gracious + gaiety, she herself invited Publius to give her the recluse’s petition to + read. The Roman at once gave her the roll, saying that since it contained + so much that was sad, much as he hoped she would make herself acquainted + with it, he felt himself called upon also to give her some pleasure, + though in truth but a very small one. Thus speaking he produced the gems, + and she showed as much delight over this little work of art as if, instead + of being a rich queen and possessed of the finest engraved gems in the + world, she were some poor girl receiving her first gift of some + long-desired gold ornament. + </p> + <p> + “Exquisite, splendid!” she cried again and again. “And besides, they are + an imperishable memorial of you, dear friend, and of your visit to Egypt. + I will have them set with the most precious stones; even diamonds will + seem worthless to me compared with this gift from you. This has already + decided my sentence as to Eulaeus and his unhappy victims before I read + your petition. Still I will read that roll, and read it attentively, for + my husband regards Eulaeus as a useful—almost an indispensable-tool, + and I must give good reasons for my verdict and for the pardon. I believe + in the innocence of the unfortunate Philotas, but if he had committed a + hundred murders, after this present I would procure his freedom all the + same.” + </p> + <p> + The words vexed the Roman, and they made her who had spoken them in order + to please him appear to him at that moment more in the light of a + corruptible official than of a queen. He found the time hang heavy that he + spent with Cleopatra, who, in spite of his reserve, gave him to understand + with more and more insistence how warmly she felt towards him; but the + more she talked and the more she told him, the more silent he became, and + he breathed a sigh of relief when her husband at last appeared to fetch + him and Cleopatra away to their mid-day meal. + </p> + <p> + At table Philometor promised to take up the cause of Philotas and his + wife, both of whom he had known, and whose fate had much grieved him; + still he begged his wife and the Roman not to bring Eulaeus to justice + till Euergetes should have left Memphis, for, during his brother’s + presence, beset as he was with difficulties, he could not spare him; and + if he might judge of Publius by himself he cared far more to reinstate the + innocent in their rights, and to release them from their miserable lot—a + lot of which he had only learned the full horrors quite recently from his + tutor Agatharchides—than to drag a wretch before the judges + to-morrow or the day after, who was unworthy of his anger, and who at any + rate should not escape punishment. + </p> + <p> + Before the letter from Asclepiodorus—stating the mistaken hypothesis + entertained by the priests of Serapis that Irene had been carried off by + the king’s order—could reach the palace, Publius had found an + opportunity of excusing himself and quitting the royal couple. Not even + Cleopatra herself could raise any objection to his distinct assurance that + he must write to Rome today on matters of importance. Philometor’s favor + was easy to win, and as soon as he was alone with his wife he could not + find words enough in praise of the noble qualities of the young man, who + seemed destined in the future to be of the greatest service to him and to + his interests at Rome, and whose friendly attitude towards himself was one + more advantage that he owed—as he was happy to acknowledge—to + the irresistible talents and grace of his wife. + </p> + <p> + When Publius had quitted the palace and hurried back to his tent, he felt + like a journeyman returning from a hard day’s labor, or a man acquitted + from a serious charge; like one who had lost his way, and has found the + right road again. + </p> + <p> + The heavy air in the arbors and alleys of the embowered gardens seemed to + him easier to breathe than the cool breeze that fanned Cleopatra’s raised + roof. He felt the queen’s presence to be at once exciting and oppressive, + and in spite of all that was flattering to himself in the advances made to + him by the powerful princess, it was no more gratifying to his taste than + an elegantly prepared dish served on gold plate, which we are forced to + partake of though poison may be hidden in it, and which when at last we + taste it is sickeningly sweet. + </p> + <p> + Publius was an honest man, and it seemed to him—as to all who + resemble him—that love which was forced upon him was like a + decoration of honor bestowed by a hand which we do not respect, and that + we would rather refuse than accept; or like praise out of all proportion + to our merit, which may indeed delight a fool, but rouses the indignation + rather than the gratitude of a wise man. It struck him too that Cleopatra + intended to make use of him, in the first place as a toy to amuse herself, + and then as a useful instrument or underling, and this so gravely incensed + and discomfited the serious and sensitive young man that he would + willingly have quitted Memphis and Egypt at once and without any + leave-taking. However, it was not quite easy for him to get away, for all + his thoughts of Cleopatra were mixed up with others of Klea, as + inseparably as when we picture to ourselves the shades of night, the + tender light of the calm moon rises too before our fancy. + </p> + <p> + Having saved Irene, his present desire was to restore her parents to + liberty; to quit Egypt without having seen Klea once more seemed to him + absolutely impossible. He endeavored once more to revive in his mind the + image of her proud tall figure; he felt he must tell her that she was + beautiful, a woman worthy of a king—that he was her friend and hated + injustice, and was ready to sacrifice much for justice’s sake and for her + own in the service of her parents and herself. To-day again, before the + banquet, he purposed to go to the temple, and to entreat the recluse to + help him to an interview with his adopted daughter. + </p> + <p> + If only Klea could know beforehand what he had been doing for Irene and + their parents she must surely let him see that her haughty eyes could look + kindly on him, must offer him her hand in farewell, and then he should + clasp it in both his, and press it to his breast. Then would he tell her + in the warmest and most inspired words he could command how happy he was + to have seen her and known her, and how painful it was to bid her + farewell; perhaps she might leave her hand in his, and give him some kind + word in return. One kind word—one phrase of thanks from Klea’s firm + but beautiful mouth—seemed to him of higher value than a kiss or an + embrace from the great and wealthy Queen of Egypt. + </p> + <p> + When Publius was excited he could be altogether carried away by a sudden + sweep of passion, but his imagination was neither particularly lively nor + glowing. While his horses were being harnessed, and then while he was + driving to the Serapeum, the tall form of the water-bearer was constantly + before him; again and again he pictured himself holding her hand instead + of the reins, and while he repeated to himself all he meant to say at + parting, and in fancy heard her thank him with a trembling voice for his + valuable help, and say that she would never forget him, he felt his eyes + moisten—unused as they had been to tears for many years. He could + not help recalling the day when he had taken leave of his family to go to + the wars for the first time. Then it had not been his own eyes but his + mother’s that had sparkled through tears, and it struck him that Klea, if + she could be compared to any other woman, was most like to that noble + matron to whom he owed his life, and that she might stand by the side of + the daughter of the great Scipio Africanus like a youthful Minerva by the + side of Juno, the stately mother of the gods. + </p> + <p> + His disappointment was great when he found the door of the temple closed, + and was forced to return to Memphis without having seen either Klea or the + recluse. + </p> + <p> + He could try again to-morrow to accomplish what had been impossible + to-day, but his wish to see the girl he loved, rose to a torturing + longing, and as he sat once more in his tent to finish his second despatch + to Rome the thought of Klea came again to disturb his serious work. Twenty + times he started up to collect his thoughts, and as often flung away his + reed as the figure of the water-bearer interposed between him and the + writing under his hand; at last, out of patience with himself, he struck + the table in front of him with some force, set his fists in his sides hard + enough to hurt himself, and held them there for a minute, ordering himself + firmly and angrily to do his duty before he thought of anything else. + </p> + <p> + His iron will won the victory; by the time it was growing dusk the + despatch was written. He was in the very act of stamping the wax of the + seal with the signet of his family—engraved on the sardonyx of his + ring—when one of his servants announced a black slave who desired to + speak with him. Publius ordered that he should be admitted, and the negro + handed him the tile on which Eulaeus had treacherously written Klea’s + invitation to meet her at midnight near the Apis-tombs. His enemy’s + crafty-looking emissary seemed to the young man as a messenger from the + gods; in a transport of haste and, without the faintest shadow of a + suspicion he wrote, “I will be there,” on the luckless piece of clay. + </p> + <p> + Publius was anxious to give the letter to the Senate, which he had just + finished, with his own hand, and privately, to the messenger who had + yesterday brought him the despatch from Rome; and as he would rather have + set aside an invitation to carry off a royal treasure that same night than + have neglected to meet Klea, he could not in any case be a guest at the + king’s banquet, though Cleopatra would expect to see him there in + accordance with his promise. At this juncture he was annoyed to miss his + friend Lysias, for he wished to avoid offending the queen; and the + Corinthian, who at this moment was doubtless occupied in some perfectly + useless manner, was as clever in inventing plausible excuses as he himself + was dull in such matters. He hastily wrote a few lines to the friend who + shared his tent, requesting him to inform the king that he had been + prevented by urgent business from appearing among his guests that evening; + then he threw on his cloak, put on his travelling-hat which shaded his + face, and proceeded on foot and without any servant to the harbor, with + his letter in one hand and a staff in the other. + </p> + <p> + The soldiers and civic guards which filled the courts of the palace, + taking him for a messenger, did not challenge him as he walked swiftly and + firmly on, and so, without being detained or recognized, he reached the + inn by the harbor, where he was forced to wait an hour before the + messenger came home from the gay strangers’ quarter where he had gone to + amuse himself. He had a great deal to talk of with this man, who was to + set out next morning for Alexandria and Rome; but Publius hardly gave + himself the necessary time, for he meant to start for the meeting place in + the Necropolis indicated by Klea, and well-known to himself, a full hour + before midnight, although he knew that he could reach his destination in a + very much shorter time. + </p> + <p> + The sun seems to move too slowly to those who long and wait, and a planet + would be more likely to fail in punctuality than a lover when called by + love. + </p> + <p> + In order to avoid observation he did not take a chariot but a strong mule + which the host of the inn lent him with pleasure; for the Roman was so + full of happy excitement in the hope of meeting Klea that he had slipped a + gold piece into the small, lightly-closed fingers of the innkeeper’s + pretty child, which lay asleep on a bench by the side of the table, + besides paying double as much for the country wine he had drunk as if it + had been fine Falernian and without asking for his reckoning. The host + looked at him in astonishment when, finally, he sprang with a grand leap + on to the back of the tall beast, without laying his hand on it; and it + seemed even to Publius himself as though he had never since boyhood felt + so fresh, so extravagantly happy as at this moment. + </p> + <p> + The road to the tombs from the harbor was a different one to that which + led thither from the king’s palace, and which Klea had taken, nor did it + lead past the tavern in which she had seen the murderers. By day it was + much used by pilgrims, and the Roman could not miss it even by night, for + the mule he was riding knew it well. That he had learned, for in answer to + his question as to what the innkeeper kept the beast for he had said that + it was wanted every day to carry pilgrims arriving from Upper Egypt to the + temple of Serapis and the tombs of the sacred bulls; he could therefore + very decidedly refuse the host’s offer to send a driver with the beast. + All who saw him set out supposed that he was returning to the city and the + palace. + </p> + <p> + Publius rode through the streets of the city at an easy trot, and, as the + laughter of soldiers carousing in a tavern fell upon his ear, he could + have joined heartily in their merriment. But when the silent desert lay + around him, and the stars showed him that he would be much too early at + the appointed place, he brought the mule to a slower pace, and the nearer + he came to his destination the graver he grew, and the stronger his heart + beat. It must be something important and pressing indeed that Klea desired + to tell him in such a place and at such an hour. Or was she like a + thousand other women—was he now on the way to a lover’s meeting with + her, who only a few days before had responded to his glance and accepted + his violets? + </p> + <p> + This thought flashed once through his mind with importunate distinctness, + but he dismissed it as absurd and unworthy of himself. A king would be + more likely to offer to share his throne with a beggar than this girl + would be to invite him to enjoy the sweet follies of love-making with her + in a secret spot. + </p> + <p> + Of course she wanted above all things to acquire some certainty as to her + sister’s fate, perhaps too to speak to him of her parents; still, she + would hardly have made up her mind to invite him if she had not learned to + trust him, and this confidence filled him with pride, and at the same time + with an eager longing to see her, which seemed to storm his heart with + more violence with every minute that passed. + </p> + <p> + While the mule sought and found its way in the deep darkness with slow and + sure steps, he gazed up at the firmament, at the play of the clouds which + now covered the moon with their black masses, and now parted, floating off + in white sheeny billows while the silver crescent of the moon showed + between them like a swan against the dark mirror of a lake. + </p> + <p> + And all the time he thought incessantly of Klea—thinking in a dreamy + way that he saw her before him, but different and taller than before, her + form growing more and more before his eyes till at last it was so tall + that her head touched the sky, the clouds seemed to be her veil, and the + moon a brilliant diadem in her abundant dark hair. Powerfully stirred by + this vision he let the bridle fall on the mule’s neck, and spread open his + arms to the beautiful phantom, but as he rode forwards it ever retired, + and when presently the west wind blew the sand in his face, and he had to + cover his eyes with his hand it vanished entirely, and did not return + before he found himself at the Apis-tombs. + </p> + <p> + He had hoped to find here a soldier or a watchman to whom he could entrust + the beast, but when the midnight chant of the priests of the temple of + Osiris-Apis had died away not a sound was to be heard far or near; all + that lay around him was as still and as motionless as though all that had + ever lived there were dead. Or had some demon robbed him of his hearing? + He could hear the rush of his own swift pulses in his ears-not the + faintest sound besides. + </p> + <p> + Such silence is there nowhere but in the city of the dead and at night, + nowhere but in the desert. + </p> + <p> + He tied the mule’s bridle to a stela of granite covered with inscriptions, + and went forward to the appointed place. Midnight must be past—that + he saw by the position of the moon, and he was beginning to ask himself + whether he should remain standing where he was or go on to meet the + water-bearer when he heard first a light footstep, and then saw a tall + erect figure wrapped in a long mantle advancing straight towards him along + the avenue of sphinxes. Was it a man or a woman—was it she whom he + expected? and if it were she, was there ever a woman who had come to meet + a lover at an assignation with so measured, nay so solemn, a step? Now he + recognized her face—was it the pale moonlight that made it look so + bloodless and marble-white? There was something rigid in her features, and + yet they had never—not even when she blushingly accepted his violets—looked + to him so faultlessly beautiful, so regular and so nobly cut, so + dignified, nay impressive. + </p> + <p> + For fully a minute the two stood face to face, speechless and yet quite + near to each other. Then Publius broke the silence, uttering with the + warmest feeling and yet with anxiety in his deep, pure voice, only one + single word; and the word was her name “Klea.” + </p> + <p> + The music of this single word stirred the girl’s heart like a message and + blessing from heaven, like the sweetest harmony of the siren’s song, like + the word of acquittal from a judge’s lips when the verdict is life or + death, and her lips were already parted to say ‘Publius’ in a tone no less + deep and heartfelt-but, with all the force of her soul, she restrained + herself, and said softly and quickly: + </p> + <p> + “You are here at a late hour, and it is well that you have come.” + </p> + <p> + “You sent for me,” replied the Roman. + </p> + <p> + “It was another that did that, not I,” replied Klea in a slow dull tone, + as if she were lifting a heavy weight, and could hardly draw her breath. + “Now—follow me, for this is not the place to explain everything in.” + </p> + <p> + With these words Klea went towards the locked door of the Apis-tombs, and + tried, as she stood in front of it, to insert into the lock the key that + Krates had given her; but the lock was still so new, and her fingers shook + so much, that she could not immediately succeed. Publius meanwhile was + standing close by her side, and as he tried to help her his fingers + touched hers. + </p> + <p> + And when he—certainly not by mistake—laid his strong and yet + trembling hand on hers, she let it stay for a moment, for she felt as if a + tide of warm mist rose up in her bosom dimming her perceptions, and + paralyzing her will and blurring her sight. + </p> + <p> + “Klea,” he repeated, and he tried to take her left hand in his own; but + she, like a person suddenly aroused to consciousness after a short dream, + immediately withdrew the hand on which his was resting, put the key into + the lock, opened the door, and exclaimed in a voice of almost stern + command, “Go in first.” + </p> + <p> + Publius obeyed and entered the spacious antechamber of the venerable cave, + hewn out of the rock and now dimly lighted. A curved passage of which he + could not see the end lay before him, and on both sides, to the right and + left of him, opened out the chambers in which stood the sarcophagi of the + deceased sacred bulls. Over each of the enormous stone coffins a lamp burnt + day and night, and wherever a vault stood open their glimmer fell across + the deep gloom of the cave, throwing a bright beam of light on the dusky + path that led into the heart of the rock, like a carpet woven of rays of + light. + </p> + <p> + What place was this that Klea had chosen to speak with him in. + </p> + <p> + But though her voice sounded firm, she herself was not cool and insensible + as Orcus—which this place, which was filled with the fumes of + incense and weighed upon his senses, much resembled—for he had felt + her fingers tremble under his, and when he went up to her, to help her, + her heart beat no less violently and rapidly than his own. Ah! the man who + should succeed in touching that heart of hard, but pure and precious + crystal would indeed enjoy a glorious draught of the most perfect bliss. + </p> + <p> + “This is our destination,” said Klea; and then she went on in short broken + sentences. “Remain where you are. Leave me this place near the door. Now, + answer me first one question. My sister Irene has vanished from the + temple. Did you cause her to be carried off?” + </p> + <p> + “I did,” replied Publius eagerly. “She desired me to greet you from her, + and to tell you how much she likes her new friends. When I shall have told + you—” + </p> + <p> + “Not now,” interrupted Klea excitedly. “Turn round—there where you + see the lamp-light.” Publius did as he was desired, and a slight shudder + shook even his bold heart, for the girl’s sayings and doings seemed to him + not solemn merely, but mysterious like those of a prophetess. A violent + crash sounded through the silent and sacred place, and loud echoes were + tossed from side to side, ringing ominously throughout the grotto. Publius + turned anxiously round, and his eye, seeking Klea, found her no more; + then, hurrying to the door of the cave, he heard her lock it on the + outside. + </p> + <p> + The water-bearer had escaped him, had flung the heavy door to, and + imprisoned him; and this idea was to the Roman so degrading and + unendurable that, lost to every feeling but rage, wounded pride, and the + wild desire to be free, he kicked the door with all his might, and called + out angrily to Klea: + </p> + <p> + “Open this door—I command you. Let me free this moment or, by all + the gods—” + </p> + <p> + He did not finish his threat, for in the middle of the right-hand panel of + the door a small wicket was opened through which the priests were wont to + puff incense into the tomb of the sacred bulls—and twice, thrice, + finally, when he still would not be pacified, a fourth time, Klea called + out to him: + </p> + <p> + “Listen to me—listen to me, Publius.” Publius ceased storming, and + she went on: + </p> + <p> + “Do not threaten me, for you will certainly repent it when you have heard + what I have to tell you. Do not interrupt me; I may tell you at once this + door is opened every day before sunrise, so your imprisonment will not + last long; and you must submit to it, for I shut you in to save your life—yes, + your life which was in danger. Do you think my anxiety was folly? No, + Publius, it is only too well founded, and if you, as a man, are strong and + bold, so am I as a woman. I never was afraid of an imaginary nothing. + Judge yourself whether I was not right to be afraid for you. + </p> + <p> + “King Euergetes and Eulaeus have bribed two hideous monsters to murder + you. When I went to seek out Irene I overheard all, and I have seen with + my own eyes the two horrible wolves who are lurking to fall upon you, and + heard with these ears their scheme for doing it. I never wrote the note on + the tile which was signed with my name; Eulaeus did it, and you took his + bait and came out into the desert by night. In a few minutes the ruffians + will have stolen up to this place to seek their victim, but they will not + find you, Publius, for I have saved you—I, Klea, whom you first met + with smiles—whose sister you have stolen away—the same Klea + that you a minute since were ready to threaten. Now, at once, I am going + into the desert, dressed like a traveller in a coat and hat, so that in + the doubtful light of the moon I may easily be taken for you—going + to give my weary heart as a prey to the assassins’ knife.” + </p> + <p> + “You are mad!” cried Publius, and he flung himself with his whole weight + on the door, and kicked it with all his strength. “What you purpose is + pure madness open the door, I command you! However strong the villains may + be that Euergetes has bribed, I am man enough to defend myself.” + </p> + <p> + “You are unarmed, Publius, and they have cords and daggers.” + </p> + <p> + “Then open the door, and stay here with me till day dawns. It is not + noble, it is wicked to cast away your life. Open the door at once, I + entreat you, I command you!” + </p> + <p> + At any other time the words would not have failed of their effect on + Klea’s reasonable nature, but the fearful storm of feeling which had + broken over her during the last few hours had borne away in its whirl all + her composure and self-command. The one idea, the one resolution, the one + desire, which wholly possessed her was to close the life that had been so + full of self-sacrifice by the greatest sacrifice of all—that of life + itself, and not only in order to secure Irene’s happiness and to save the + Roman, but because it pleased her—her father’s daughter—to + make a noble end; because she, the maiden, would fain show Publius what a + woman might be capable of who loved him above all others; because, at this + moment, death did not seem a misfortune; and her mind, overwrought by + hours of terrific tension, could not free itself from the fixed idea that + she would and must sacrifice herself. + </p> + <p> + She no longer thought these things—she was possessed by them; they + had the mastery, and as a madman feels forced to repeat the same words + again and again to himself, so no prayer, no argument at this moment would + have prevailed to divert her from her purpose of giving up her young life + for Publius and Irene. She contemplated this resolve with affection and + pride as justifying her in looking up to herself as to some nobler + creature. She turned a deaf ear to the Roman’s entreaty, and said in a + tone of which the softness surprised him: + </p> + <p> + “Be silent Publius, and hear me further. You too are noble, and certainly + you owe me some gratitude for having saved your life.” + </p> + <p> + “I owe you much, and I will pay it,” cried Publius, “as long as there is + breath in this body—but open the door, I beseech you, I implore you—” + </p> + <p> + “Hear me to the end, time presses; hear me out, Publius. My sister Irene + went away with you. I need say nothing about her beauty, but how bright, + how sweet her nature is you do not know, you cannot know, but you will + find out. She, you must be told, is as poor as I am, but the child of + freeborn and noble parents. Now swear to me, swear—no, do not + interrupt me—swear by the head of your father that you will never, + abandon her, that you will never behave to her otherwise than as if she + were the daughter of your dearest friend or of your own brother.” + </p> + <p> + “I swear it and I will keep my oath—by the life of the man whose + head is more sacred to me than the names of all the gods. But now I + beseech you, I command you open this door, Klea—that I may not lose + you—that I may tell you that my whole heart is yours, and yours + alone—that I love you, love you unboundedly.” + </p> + <p> + “I have your oath,” cried the girl in great excitement, for she could now + see a shadow moving backwards and forwards at some distance in the desert. + “You have sworn by the head of your father. Never let Irene repent having + gone with you, and love her always as you fancy now, in this moment, that + you love me, your preserver. Remember both of you the hapless Klea who + would gladly have lived for you, but who now gladly dies for you. Do not + forget me, Publius, for I have never but this once opened my heart to + love, but I have loved you Publius, with pain and torment, and with sweet + delight—as no other woman ever yet revelled in the ecstasy of love + or was consumed in its torments.” She almost shouted the last words at the + Roman as if she were chanting a hymn of triumph, beside herself, + forgetting everything and as if intoxicated. + </p> + <p> + Why was he now silent, why had he nothing to answer, since she had + confessed to him the deepest secret of her breast, and allowed him to look + into the inmost sanctuary of her heart? A rush of burning words from his + lips would have driven her off at once to the desert and to death; his + silence held her back—it puzzled her and dropped like cool rain on + the soaring flames of her pride, fell on the raging turmoil of her soul + like oil on troubled water. She could not part from him thus, and her lips + parted to call him once more by his name. + </p> + <p> + While she had been making confession of her love to the Roman as if it + were her last will and testament, Publius felt like a man dying of thirst, + who has been led to a flowing well only to be forbidden to moisten his + lips with the limpid fluid. His soul was filled with passionate rage + approaching to despair, and as with rolling eyes he glanced round his + prison an iron crow-bar leaning against the wall met his gaze; it had been + used by the workmen to lift the sarcophagus of the last deceased Apis into + its right place. He seized upon this tool, as a drowning man flings + himself on a floating plank: still he heard Klea’s last words, and did not + lose one of them, though the sweat poured from his brow as he inserted the + metal lever like a wedge between the two halves of the door, just above + the threshold. + </p> + <p> + All was now silent outside; perhaps the distracted girl was already + hurrying towards the assassins—and the door was fearfully heavy and + would not open nor yield. But he must force it—he flung himself on + the earth and thrust his shoulder under the lever, pushing his whole body + against the iron bar, so that it seemed to him that every joint threatened + to give way and every sinew to crack; the door rose—once more he put + forth the whole strength of his manly vigor, and now the seam in the wood + cracked, the door flew open, and Klea, seized with terror, flew off and + away—into the desert—straight towards the murderers. + </p> + <p> + Publius leaped to his feet and flung himself out of his prison; as he saw + Klea escape he flew after her with, hasty leaps, and caught her in a few + steps, for her mantle hindered her in running, and when she would not obey + his desire that she should stand still he stood in front of her and said, + not tenderly but sternly and decidedly: + </p> + <p> + “You do not go a step farther, I forbid it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going where I must go,” cried the girl in great agitation. “Let me + go, at once!” + </p> + <p> + “You will stay here—here with me,” snarled Publius, and taking both + her hands by the wrists he clasped them with his iron fingers as with + handcuffs. “I am the man and you are the woman, and I will teach you who + is to give orders here and who is to obey.” + </p> + <p> + Anger and rage prompted these quite unpremeditated words, and as Klea—while + he spoke them with quivering lips—had attempted with the exertion of + all her strength, which was by no means contemptible, to wrench her hands + from his grasp, he forced her—angry as he still was, but + nevertheless with due regard for her womanliness—forced her by a + gentle and yet irresistible pressure on her arms to bend before him, and + compelled her slowly to sink down on both knees. + </p> + <p> + As soon as she was in this position, Publius let her free; she covered her + eyes with her aching hands and sobbed aloud, partly from anger, and + because she felt herself bitterly humiliated. + </p> + <p> + “Now, stand up,” said Publius in an altered tone as he heard her weeping. + “Is it then such a hard matter to submit to the will of a man who will not + and cannot let you go, and whom you love, besides?” How gentle and kind + the words sounded! Klea, when she heard them, raised her eyes to Publius, + and as she saw him looking down on her as a supplicant her anger melted + and turned to grateful emotion—she went closer to him on her knees, + laid her head against him and said: + </p> + <p> + “I have always been obliged to rely upon myself, and to guide another + person with loving counsel, but it must be sweeter far to be led by + affection and I will always, always obey you.” + </p> + <p> + “I will thank you with heart and soul henceforth from this hour!” cried + Publius, lifting her up. “You were ready to sacrifice your life for me, + and now mine belongs to you. I am yours and you are mine—I your + husband, you my wife till our life’s end!” + </p> + <p> + He laid his hands on her shoulders, and turned her face round to his; she + resisted no longer, for it was sweet to her to yield her will to that of + this strong man. And how happy was she, who from her childhood had taken + it upon herself to be always strong, and self-reliant, to feel herself the + weaker, and to be permitted to trust in a stronger arm than her own. + Somewhat thus a young rose-tree might feel, which for the first time + receives the support of the prop to which it is tied by the careful + gardener. + </p> + <p> + Her eyes rested blissfully and yet anxiously on his, and his lips had just + touched hers in a first kiss when they started apart in terror, for Klea’s + name was clearly shouted through the still night-air, and in the next + instant a loud scream rang out close to them followed by dull cries of + pain. + </p> + <p> + “The murderers!” shrieked Klea, and trembling for herself and for him she + clung closely to her lover’s breast. In one brief moment the self-reliant + heroine—proud in her death-defying valor—had become a weak, + submissive, dependent woman. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. + </h2> + <p> + On the roof of the tower of the pylon by the gate of the Serapeum stood an + astrologer who had mounted to this, the highest part of the temple, to + observe the stars; but it seemed that he was not destined on this occasion + to fulfil his task, for swiftly driving black clouds swept again and again + across that portion of the heavens to which his observations were + principally directed. At last he impatiently laid aside his instruments, + his waxed tablet and style, and desired the gate-keeper—the father + of poor little Philo—whose duty it was to attend at night on the + astrologers on the tower, to carry down all his paraphernalia, as the + heavens were not this evening favorable to his labors. + </p> + <p> + “Favorable!” exclaimed the gate-keeper, catching up the astrologer’s + words, and shrugging his shoulders so high that his head disappeared + between them. + </p> + <p> + “It is a night of horror, and some great disaster threatens us for + certain. Fifteen years have I been in my place, and I never saw such a + night but once before, and the very next day the soldiers of Antiochus, + the Syrian king, came and plundered our treasury. Aye—and to-night + is worse even than that was; when the dog-star first rose a horrible shape + with a lion’s mane flew across the desert, but it was not till midnight + that the fearful uproar began, and even you shuddered when it broke out in + the Apis-cave. Frightful things must be coming on us when the sacred bulls + rise from the dead and butt and storm at the door with their horns to + break it open. Many a time have I seen the souls of the dead fluttering + and wheeling and screaming above the old mausoleums, and rock-tombs of + ancient times. Sometimes they would soar up in the air in the form of + hawks with men’s heads, or like ibises with a slow lagging flight, and + sometimes sweep over the desert like gray shapeless shadows, or glide + across the sand like snakes; or they would creep out of the tombs, howling + like hungry dogs. I have often heard them barking like jackals or laughing + like hyenas when they scent carrion, but to-night is the first time I ever + heard them shrieking like furious men, and then groaning and wailing as if + they were plunged in the lake of fire and suffering horrible torments. + </p> + <p> + “Look there—out there—something is moving again! Oh! holy + father, exorcise them with some mighty bann. Do you not see how they are + growing larger? They are twice the size of ordinary mortals.” The + astronomer took an amulet in his hand, muttered a few sentences to + himself, seeking at the same time to discover the figures which had so + scared the gate-keeper. + </p> + <p> + “They are indeed tall,” he said when he perceived them. “And now they are + melting into one, and growing smaller and smaller—however, perhaps + they are only men come to rob the tombs, and who happen to be particularly + tall, for these figures are not of supernatural height.” + </p> + <p> + “They are twice as tall as you, and you are not short,” cried the + gate-keeper, pressing his lips devoutly to the amulet the astrologer held + in his hand, “and if they are robbers why has no watchman called out to + stop them? How is it their screams and groans have not waked the sentinels + that are posted there every night? There—that was another fearful + cry! Did you ever hear such tones from any human breast? Great Serapis, I + shall die of fright! Come down with me, holy father, that I may look after + my little sick boy, for those who have seen such sights do not escape + unstricken.” + </p> + <p> + The peaceful silence of the Necropolis had indeed been disturbed, but the + spirits of the departed had no share in the horrors which had been + transacted this night in the desert, among the monuments and rocktombs. + They were living men that had disturbed the calm of the sacred place, that + had conspired with darkness in cold-blooded cruelty, greater than that of + evil spirits, to achieve the destruction of a fellow-man; but they were + living men too who, in the midst of the horrors of a most fearful night, + had experienced the blossoming in their own souls of the divinest germ + which heaven implants in the bosom of its mortal children. Thus in a day + of battle amid blood and slaughter may a child be born that shall grow up + blessed and blessing, the comfort and joy of his family. + </p> + <p> + The lion-maned monster whose appearance and rapid disappearance in the + desert had first alarmed the gate-keeper, had been met by several + travellers on its way to Memphis, and each and all, horrified by its + uncanny aspect, had taken to flight or tried to hide themselves—and + yet it was no more than a man with warm pulses, an honest purpose, and a + true and loving heart. But those who met him could not see into his soul, + and his external aspect certainly bore little resemblance to that of other + men. + </p> + <p> + His feet, unused to walking, moved but clumsily, and had a heavy body to + carry, and his enormous beard and the mass of gray hair on his head—which + he turned now this way and now that—gave him an aspect that might + well scare even a bold man who should meet him unexpectedly. Two + stall-keepers who, by day, were accustomed to offer their wares for sale + near the Serapeum to the pilgrims, met him close to the city. + </p> + <p> + “Did you see that panting object?” said one to the other as they looked + after him. “If he were not shut up fast in his cell I could declare it was + Serapion, the recluse.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” replied the other. “He is tied faster by his oath than by + chains and fetters. It must be one of the Syrian beggars that besiege the + temple of Astarte.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps,” answered his companion with indifference. “Let us get on now, + my wife has a roast goose for supper this evening.” + </p> + <p> + Serapion, it is true, was fast tied to his cell, and yet the pedler had + judged rightly, for he it was who hurried along the high-road frightening + all he met. After his long captivity walking was very painful to him; + besides, he was barefoot, and every stone in the path hurt the soles of + his feet which had grown soft; nevertheless he contrived to make a by no + means contemptible pace when in the distance he caught sight of a woman’s + figure which he could fancy to be Klea. Many a man, who in his own + particular sphere of life can cut a very respectable figure, becomes a + laughing-stock for children when he is taken out of his own narrow circle, + and thrown into the turmoil of the world with all his peculiarities + clinging to him. So it was with Serapion; in the suburbs the street-boys + ran after him mocking at him, but it was not till three smart hussys, who + were resting from their dance in front of a tavern, laughed loudly as they + caught sight of him, and an insolent soldier drove the point of his lance + through his flowing mane, as if by accident, that he became fully + conscious of his wild appearance, and it struck him forcibly that he could + never in this guise find admission to the king’s palace. + </p> + <p> + With prompt determination he turned into the first barber’s stall that he + saw lighted up; at his appearance the barber hastily retreated behind his + counter, but he got his hair and beard cut, and then, for the first time + for many years, he saw his own face in the mirror that the barber held + before him. He nodded, with a melancholy smile, at the face—so much + aged—that looked at him from the bright surface, paid what was + asked, and did not heed the compassionate glance which the barber and his + assistant sent after him. They both thought they had been exercising their + skill on a lunatic, for he had made no answer to all their questions, and + had said nothing but once in a deep and fearfully loud voice: + </p> + <p> + “Chatter to other people—I am in a hurry.” + </p> + <p> + In truth his spirit was in no mood for idle gossip; no, it was full of + gnawing anxiety and tender fears, and his heart bled when he reflected + that he had broken his vows, and forsworn the oath he had made to his + dying mother. + </p> + <p> + When he reached the palace-gate he begged one of the civic guard to + conduct him to his brother, and as he backed his request with a gift of + money he was led at once to the man whom he sought. Glaucus was + excessively startled to recognize Serapion, but he was so much engaged + that he could only give up a few minutes to his brother, whose proceedings + he considered as both inexplicable and criminal. + </p> + <p> + Irene, as the anchorite now learned, had been carried off from the temple, + not by Euergetes but by the Roman, and Klea had quitted the palace only a + few minutes since in a chariot and would return about midnight and on foot + from the second tavern to the temple. And the poor child was so utterly + alone, and her way lay through the desert where she might be attacked by + dissolute soldiery or tomb-robbers or jackals and hyenas. Her walk was to + begin from the second tavern, and that was the very spot where low rioters + were wont to assemble—and his darling was so young, so fair, and so + defenceless! + </p> + <p> + He was once more a prey to the same unendurable dread that had come over + him, in his cell, after Klea had left the temple and darkness had closed + in. At that moment he had felt all that a father could feel who from his + prison-window sees his beloved and defenceless child snatched away by some + beast of prey. All the perils that could threaten her in the palace or in + the city, swarming with drunken soldiers, had risen before his mind with + fearful vividness, and his powerful imagination had painted in glaring + colors all the dangers to which his favorite—the daughter of a noble + and respected man—might be exposed. + </p> + <p> + He rushed up and down his cell like a wounded tiger, he flung himself + against the walls, and then, with his body hanging far out of the window, + had looked out to see if the girl—who could not possibly have + returned yet—were not come back again. The darker it grew, the more + his anguish rose, and the more hideous were the pictures that stood before + his fancy; and when, presently, a pilgrim in the Pastophorium who had + fallen into convulsions screamed out loud, he was no longer master of + himself—he kicked open the door which, locked on the outside and + rotten from age, had been closed for years, hastily concealed about him + some silver coins he kept in his chest, and let himself down to the + ground. + </p> + <p> + There he stood, between his cell and the outer wall of the temple, and now + it was that he remembered his vows, and the oath he had sworn, and his + former flight from his retreat. Then he had fled because the pleasures and + joys of life had tempted him forth—then he had sinned indeed; but + now the love, the anxious care that urged him to quit his prison were the + same as had brought him back to it. It was to keep faith that he now broke + faith, and mighty Serapis could read his heart, and his mother was dead, + and while she lived she had always been ready and willing to forgive. + </p> + <p> + He fancied so vividly that he could see her kind old face looking at him + that he nodded at her as if indeed she stood before him. + </p> + <p> + Then, he rolled an empty barrel to the foot of the wall, and with some + difficulty mounted on it. The sweat poured down him as he climbed up the + wall built of loose unbaked bricks to the parapet, which was much more + than a man’s height; then, sliding and tumbling, he found himself in the + ditch which ran round it on the outside, scrambled up its outer slope, and + set out at last on his walk to Memphis. + </p> + <p> + What he had afterwards learned in the palace concerning Klea had but + little relieved his anxiety on her account; she must have reached the + border of the desert so much sooner than he, and quick walking was so + difficult to him, and hurt the soles of his feet so cruelly! Perhaps he + might be able to procure a staff, but there was just as much bustle + outside the gate of the citadel as by day. He looked round him, feeling + the while in his wallet, which was well filled with silver, and his eye + fell on a row of asses whose drivers were crowding round the soldiers and + servants that streamed out of the great gate. + </p> + <p> + He sought out the strongest of the beasts with an experienced eye, flung a + piece of silver to the owner, mounted the ass, which panted under its + load, and promised the driver two drachmm in addition if he would take him + as quickly as possible to the second tavern on the road to the Serapeum. + Thus—he belaboring the sides of the unhappy donkey with his sturdy + bare legs, while the driver, running after him snorting and shouting, from + time to time poked him up from behind with a stick—Serapion, now + going at a short trot, and now at a brisk gallop, reached his destination + only half an hour later than Klea. + </p> + <p> + In the tavern all was dark and empty, but the recluse desired no + refreshment. Only his wish that he had a staff revived in his mind, and he + soon contrived to possess himself of one, by pulling a stake out of the + fence that surrounded the innkeeper’s little garden. This was a somewhat + heavy walking-stick, but it eased the recluse’s steps, for though his hot + and aching feet carried him but painfully the strength of his arms was + considerable. + </p> + <p> + The quick ride had diverted his mind, had even amused him, for he was + easily pleased, and had recalled to him his youthful travels; but now, as + he walked on alone in the desert, his thoughts reverted to Klea, and to + her only. + </p> + <p> + He looked round for her keenly and eagerly as soon as the moon came out + from behind the clouds, called her name from time to time, and thus got as + far as the avenue of sphinxes which connected the Greek and Egyptian + temples; a thumping noise fell upon his ear from the cave of the + Apis-tombs. Perhaps they were at work in there, preparing for the + approaching festival. But why were the soldiers, which were always on + guard here, absent from their posts to-night? Could it be that they had + observed Klea, and carried her off? + </p> + <p> + On the farther side of the rows of sphinxes too, which he had now reached, + there was not a man to be seen—not a watchman even though the white + limestone of the tombstones and the yellow desert-sand shone as clear in + the moonlight as if they had some internal light of their own. + </p> + <p> + At every instant he grew more and more uneasy, he climbed to the top of a + sand-hill to obtain a wider view, and loudly called Klea’s name. + </p> + <p> + There—was he deceived? No—there was a figure visible near one + of the ancient tomb-shrines—a form that seemed wrapped in a long + robe, and when once more he raised his voice in a loud call it came nearer + to him and to the row of sphinxes. In great haste and as fast as he could + he got down again to the roadway, hurried across the smooth pavement, on + both sides of which the long perspective of man-headed lions kept guard, + and painfully clambered up a sand-heap on the opposite side. This was in + truth a painful effort, for the sand crumbled away again and again under + his feet, slipping down hill and carrying him with it, thus compelling him + to find a new hold with hand and foot. At last he was standing on the + outer border of the sphinx-avenue and opposite the very shrine where he + fancied he had seen her whom he sought; but during his clamber it had + become perfectly dark again, for a heavy cloud had once more veiled the + moon. He put both hands to his mouth, and shouted as loud as he could, + “Klea!”—and then again, “Klea!” + </p> + <p> + Then, close at his feet he heard a rustle in the sand, and saw a figure + moving before him as though it had risen out of the ground. This could not + be Klea, it was a man—still, perhaps, he might have seen his darling—but + before he had time to address him he felt the shock of a heavy blow that + fell with tremendous force on his back between his shoulders. The + assassin’s sand-bag had missed the exact spot on the nape of the neck, and + Serapion’s strongly-knit backbone would have been able to resist even a + stronger blow. + </p> + <p> + The conviction that he was attacked by robbers flashed on his + consciousness as immediately as the sense of pain, and with it the + certainty that he was a lost man if he did not defend himself stoutly. + </p> + <p> + Behind him he heard another rustle in the sand. As quickly as he could he + turned round with an exclamation of “Accursed brood of vipers!” and with + his heavy staff he fell upon the figure before him like a smith beating + cold iron, for his eye, now more accustomed to the darkness, plainly saw + it to be a man. Serapion must have hit straight, for his foe fell at his + feet with a hideous roar, rolled over and over in the sand, groaning and + panting, and then with one shrill shriek lay silent and motionless. + </p> + <p> + The recluse, in spite of the dim light, could see all the movements of the + robber he had punished so severely, and he was bending over the fallen man + anxiously and compassionately when he shuddered to feel two clammy hands + touching his feet, and immediately after two sharp pricks in his right + heel, which were so acutely painful that he screamed aloud, and was + obliged to lift up the wounded foot. At the same time, however, he did not + overlook the need to defend himself. Roaring like a wounded bull, cursing + and raging, he laid about him on all sides with his staff, but hit nothing + but the ground. Then as his blows followed each other more slowly, and at + last his wearied arms could no longer wield the heavy stake, and he found + himself compelled to sink on his knees, a hoarse voice addressed him thus: + </p> + <p> + “You have taken my comrade’s life, Roman, and a two-legged serpent has + stung you for it. In a quarter of an hour it will be all over with you, as + it is with that fellow there. Why does a fine gentleman like you go to + keep an appointment in the desert without boots or sandals, and so make + our work so easy? King Euergetes and your friend Eulaeus send you their + greetings. You owe it to them that I leave you even your ready money; I + wish I could only carry away that dead lump there!” + </p> + <p> + During this rough speech Serapion was lying on the ground in great agony; + he could only clench his fists, and groan out heavy curses with his lips + which were now getting parched. His sight was as yet undimmed, and he + could distinctly see by the light of the moon, which now shone forth from + a broad cloudless opening in the sky, that the murderer attempted to carry + away his fallen comrade, and then, after raising his head to listen for a + moment sprang off with flying steps away into the desert. But the recluse + now lost consciousness, and when some minutes later he once more opened + his eyes his head was resting softly in the lap of a young girl, and it + was the voice of his beloved Klea that asked him tenderly. + </p> + <p> + “You poor dear father! How came you here in the desert, and into the hands + of these murderers? Do you know me—your Klea? And he who is looking + for your wounds—which are not visible at all—he is the Roman + Publius Scipio. Now first tell us where the dagger hit you that I may bind + it up quickly—I am half a physician, and understand these things as + you know.” + </p> + <p> + The recluse tried to turn his head towards Klea’s, but the effort was in + vain, and he said in a low voice: “Prop me up against the slanting wall of + the tomb shrine yonder; and you, child, sit down opposite to me, for I + would fain look at you while I die. Gently, gently, my friend Publius, for + I feel as if all my limbs were made of Phoenician glass, and might break + at the least touch. Thank you, my young friend—you have strong arms, + and you may lift me a little higher yet. So—now I can bear it; nay, + I am well content, I am to be envied—for the moon shows me your dear + face, my child, and I see tears on your cheeks, tears for me, a surly old + man. Aye, it is good, it is very good to die thus.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, father, father!” cried Klea. “You must not speak so. You must live, + you must not die; for see, Publius here asks me to be his wife, and the + Immortals only can know how glad I am to go with him, and Irene is to stay + with us, and be my sister and his. That must make you happy, father.—But + tell us, pray tell us where the wound hurts that the murderer gave you?” + </p> + <p> + “Children, children,” murmured the anchorite, and a happy smile parted his + lips. “The gracious gods are merciful in permitting me to see that—aye, + merciful to me, and to effect that end I would have died twenty deaths.” + </p> + <p> + Klea pressed his now cold hand to her lips as he spoke and again asked, + though hardly able to control her voice for tears: + </p> + <p> + “But the wound, father—where is the wound?” “Let be, let be,” + replied Serapion. “It is acrid poison, not a dagger or dart that has + undone my strength. And I can depart in peace, for I am no longer needed + for anything. You, Publius, must now take my place with this child, and + will do it better than I. Klea, the wife of Publius Scipio! I indeed have + dreamt that such a thing might come to pass, and I always knew, and have + said to myself a thousand times that I now say to you my son: This girl + here, this Klea is of a good sort, and worthy only of the noblest. I give + her to you, my son Publius, and now join your hands before me here—for + I have always been like a father to her.” + </p> + <p> + “That you have indeed,” sobbed Klea. “And it was no doubt for my sake, and + to protect me, that you quitted your retreat, and have met your death.” + </p> + <p> + “It was fate, it was fate,” stammered the old man. + </p> + <p> + “The assassins were in ambush for me,” cried Publius, seizing Serapion’s + hand, “the murderers who fell on you instead of me. Once more, where is + your wound?” + </p> + <p> + “My destiny fulfils itself,” replied the recluse. “No locked-up cell, no + physician, no healing herb can avail against the degrees of Fate. I am + dying of a serpent’s sting as it was foretold at my birth; and if I had + not gone out to seek Klea a serpent would have slipped into my cage, and + have ended my life there. Give me your hands, my children, for a deadly + chill is creeping over me, and its cold hand already touches my heart.” + </p> + <p> + For a few minutes his voice failed him, and then he said softly: + </p> + <p> + “One thing I would fain ask of you. My little possessions, which were + intended for you and Irene, you will now use to bury me. I do not wish to + be burnt, as they did with my father—no, I should wish to be finely + embalmed, and my mummy to be placed with my mother’s. If indeed we may + meet again after death—and I believe we shall—I would rather + see her once more than any one, for she loved me so much—and I feel + now as if I were a child again, and could throw my arms round her neck. In + another life, perhaps, I may not be the child of misfortune that I have + been in this—in another life—now it grips my heart—in + another——Children whatever joys have smiled on me in this, + children, it was to you I have owed it—Klea, to you—and there + is my little Irene too——” + </p> + <p> + These were the last words of Serapion the recluse; he fell back with a + deep sigh and was dead. Klea and Publius tenderly closed his faithful + eyes. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. + </h2> + <p> + The unwonted tumult that had broken the stillness of the night had not + been unobserved in the Greek Serapeum any more than in the Egyptian temple + adjoining the Apis-tombs; but perfect silence once more reigned in the + Necropolis, when at last the great gate of the sanctuary of Osiris-Apis + was thrown open, and a little troop of priests arranged in a procession + came out from it with a vanguard of temple servants, who had been armed + with sacrificial knives and axes. + </p> + <p> + Publius and Klea, who were keeping faithful watch by the body of their + dead friend, saw them approaching, and the Roman said: + </p> + <p> + “It would have been even less right in such a night as this to let you + proceed to one of the temples with out my escort than to have let our poor + friend remain unwatched.” + </p> + <p> + “Once more I assure you,” said Klea eagerly “that we should have thrown + away every chance of fulfilling Serapion’s last wish as he intended, if + during our absence a jackal or a hyena had mutilated his body, and I am + happy to be able at least to prove to my friend, now he is dead, how + grateful I am for all the kindness he showed us while he lived. We ought + to be grateful even to the departed, for how still and blissful has this + hour been while guarding his body. Storm and strife brought us together—” + </p> + <p> + “And here,” interrupted Publius, “we have concluded a happy and permanent + treaty of peace for the rest of our lives.” + </p> + <p> + “I accept it willingly,” replied Klea, looking down, “for I am the + vanquished party.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have already confessed,” said Publius, “that you were never so + unhappy as when you thought you had asserted your strength against mine, + and I can tell you that you never seemed to me so great and yet so lovable + as when in the midst of your triumph, you gave up the battle for lost. + Such an hour as that, a man experiences but once in his lifetime. I have a + good memory, but if ever I should forget it, and be angry and passionate—as + is sometimes my way—remind me of this spot, or of this our dead + friend, and my hard mood will melt, and I shall remember that you once + were ready to give your life for mine. I will make it easy for you, for in + honor of this man, who sacrificed his life for yours and who was actually + murdered in my stead, I promise to add his name of Serapion to my own, and + I will confirm this vow in Rome. He has behaved to us as a father, and it + behoves me to reverence his memory as though I had been his son. An + obligation was always unendurable to me, and how I shall ever make full + restitution to you for what you have done for me this night I do not yet + know—and yet I should be ready and willing every day and every hour + to accept from you some new gift of love. ‘A debtor,’ says the proverb, + ‘is half a prisoner,’ and so I must entreat you to deal mercifully with + your conquerer.” + </p> + <p> + He took her hand, stroked back the hair from her forehead, and touched it + lightly with his lips. Then he went on: + </p> + <p> + “Come with me now that we may commit the dead into the hands of these + priests.” + </p> + <p> + Klea once more bent over the remains of the anchorite, she hung the amulet + he had given her for her journey round his neck, and then silently obeyed + her lover. When they came up with the little procession Publius informed + the chief priest how he had found Serapion, and requested him to fetch + away the corpse, and to cause it to be prepared for interment in the + costliest manner in the embalming house attached to their temple. Some of + the temple-servants took their places to keep watch over the body, and + after many questions addressed to Publius, and after examining too the + body of the assassin who had been slain, the priests returned to the + temple. + </p> + <p> + As soon as the two lovers were left alone again Klea seized the Roman’s + hand, and said passionately: “You have spoken many tender words to me, and + I thank you for them; but I am wont always to be honest, and less than any + one could I deceive you. Whatever your love bestows upon me will always be + a free gift, since you owe me nothing at all and I owe you infinitely + much; for I know now that you have snatched my sister from the clutches of + the mightiest in the land while I, when I heard that Irene had gone away + with you, and that murder threatened your life, believed implicitly that + on the contrary you had lured the child away to become your sweetheart, + and then—then I hated you, and then—I must confess it\—in + my horrible distraction I wished you dead!” + </p> + <p> + “And you think that wish can offend me or hurt me?” said Publius. “No, my + child; it only proves to me that you love me as I could wish to be loved. + Such rage under such circumstances is but the dark shadow cast by love, + and is as inseparable from love as from any tangible body. Where it is + absent there is no such thing as real love present—only an airy + vision, a phantom, a mockery. Such an one as Klea does not love nor hate + by halves; but there are mysterious workings in your soul as in that of + every other woman. How did the wish that you could see me dead turn into + the fearful resolve to let yourself be killed in my stead?” + </p> + <p> + “I saw the murderers,” answered Klea, “and I was overwhelmed with horror + of them and of their schemes, and of all that had to do with them; I would + not destroy Irene’s happiness, and I loved you even more deeply than I + hated you; and then—but let us not speak of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay-tell me all.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there was a moment—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Klea?” + </p> + <p> + “Then—in these last hours, while we have been sitting hand in hand + by the body of poor Serapion, and hardly speaking, I have felt it all over + again—then the midnight hymn of the priests fell upon my heart, and + as I lifted up my soul in prayer at their pious chant I felt as if all my + inmost heart had been frozen and hardened, and was reviving again to new + life and tenderness and warmth. I could not help thinking of all that is + good and right, and I made up my mind to sacrifice myself for you and for + Irene’s happiness far more quickly and easily than I could give it up + afterwards. My father was one of the followers of Zeno—” + </p> + <p> + “And you,” interrupted Publius, “thought you were acting in accordance + with the doctrine of the Stoa. I also am familiar with it, but I do not + know the man who is so virtuous and wise that he can live and act, as that + teaching prescribes, in the heat of the struggle of life, or who is the + living representative in flesh and blood of the whole code of ethics, not + sinning against one of its laws and embodying it in himself. Did you ever + hear of the peace of mind, the lofty indifference and equanimity of the + Stoic sages? You look as if the question offended you, but you did not by + any means know how to attain that magnanimity, for I have seen you fail in + it; indeed it is contrary to the very nature of woman, and—the gods + be thanked—you are not a Stoic in woman’s dress, but a woman—a + true woman, as you should be. You have learned nothing from Zeno and + Chrysippus but what any peasant girl might learn from an honest father, to + be true I mean and to love virtue. Be content with that; I am more than + satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Publius,” exclaimed the girl, grasping her friend’s hand. “I + understand you, and I know that you are right. A woman must be miserable + so long as she fancies herself strong, and imagines and feels that she + needs no other support than her own firm will and determination, no other + counsel than some wise doctrines which she accepts and adheres to. Before + I could call you mine, and went on my own way, proud of my own virtue, I + was—I cannot bear to think of it—but half a soul, and took it + for a whole; but now—if now fate were to snatch you from me, I + should still know where to seek the support on which I might lean in need + and despair. Not in the Stoa, not in herself can a woman find such a stay, + but in pious dependence on the help of the gods.” + </p> + <p> + “I am a man,” interrupted Publius, “and yet I sacrifice to them and yield + ready obedience to their decrees.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” cried Klea, “I saw yesterday in the temple of Serapis the meanest + things done by his ministers, and it pained me and disgusted me, and I + lost my hold on the divinity; but the extremest anguish and deepest love + have led me to find it again. I can no longer conceive of the power that + upholds the universe as without love nor of the love that makes men happy + as other than divine. Any one who has once prayed for a being they love as + I prayed for you in the desert can never again forget how to pray. Such + prayers indeed are not in vain. Even if no god can hear them there is a + strengthening virtue in such prayer itself. + </p> + <p> + “Now I will go contentedly back to our temple till you fetch me, for I + know that the discreetest, wisest, and kindest Beings will watch over our + love.” + </p> + <p> + “You will not accompany me to Apollodorus and Irene?” asked Publius in + surprise. + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered Klea firmly. “Rather take me back to the Serapeum. I have + not yet been released from the duties I undertook there, and it will be + more worthy of us both that Asclepiodorus should give you the daughter of + Philotas as your wife than that you should be married to a runaway + serving-maid of Serapis.” + </p> + <p> + Publius considered for a moment, and then he said eagerly: + </p> + <p> + “Still I would rather you should come with me. You must be dreadfully + tired, but I could take you on my mule to Apollodorus. I care little for + what men say of me when I am sure I am doing right, and I shall know how + to protect you against Euergetes whether you wish to be readmitted to the + temple or accompany me to the sculptor. But do come—it will be hard + on me to part from you again. The victor does not lay aside the crown when + he has just won it in hard fight.” + </p> + <p> + “Still I entreat you to take me back to the Serapeum,” said Klea, laying + her hand in that of Publius. + </p> + <p> + “Is the way to Memphis too long, are you utterly tired out?” + </p> + <p> + “I am much wearied by agitation and terror, by anxiety and happiness, + still I could very well bear the ride; but I beg of you to take me back to + the temple.” + </p> + <p> + “What—although you feel strong enough to remain with me, and in + spite of my desire to conduct you at once to Apollodorus and Irene?” asked + Publius astonished, and he withdrew his hand. “The mule is waiting out + there. Lean on my arm. Come and do as I request you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Publius, no. You are my lord and master, and I will always obey you + unresistingly. In one thing only let me have my own way, now and in the + future. As to what becomes a woman I know better than you, it is a thing + that none but a woman can decide.” + </p> + <p> + Publius made no reply to these words, but he kissed her, and threw his arm + round her; and so, clasped in each other’s embrace, they reached the gate + of the Serapeum, there to part for a few hours. + </p> + <p> + Klea was let into the temple, and as soon as she had learned that little + Philo was much better, she threw herself on her humble bed. + </p> + <p> + How lonely her room seemed, how intolerably empty without Irene. In + obedience to a hasty impulse she quitted her own bed, lay herself down on + her sister’s, as if that brought her nearer to the absent girl, and closed + her eyes; but she was too much excited and too much exhausted to sleep + soundly. Swiftly-changing visions broke in again and again on her + sincerely devotional thoughts and her restless half-sleep, painting to her + fancy now wondrously bright images, and now most horrible ones—now + pictures of exquisite happiness, and again others of dismal melancholy. + And all the time she imagined she heard distant music and was being rocked + up and down by unseen hands. + </p> + <p> + Still the image of the Roman overpowered all the rest. + </p> + <p> + At last a refreshing sleep sealed her eyes more closely, and in her dream + she saw her lover’s house in Rolne, his stately father, his noble mother—who + seemed to her to bear a likeness to her own mother—and the figures + of a number of tall and dignified senators. She felt herself much + embarrassed among all these strangers, who looked enquiringly at her, and + then kindly held out their hands to her. Even the dignified matron came to + meet her with effusion, and clasped her to her breast; but just as Publius + had opened his to her and she flew to his heart, and she fancied she could + feel his lips pressed to hers, the woman, who called her every morning, + knocked at her door and awoke her. + </p> + <p> + This time she had been happy in her dream and would willingly have slept + again; but she forced herself to rise from her bed, and before the sun was + quite risen she was standing by the Well of the Sun and, not to neglect + her duty, she filled both the jars for the altar of the god. + </p> + <p> + Tired and half-overcome by sleep, she set the golden vessels in their + place, and sat down to rest at the foot of a pillar, while a priest poured + out the water she had brought, as a drink-offering on the ground. + </p> + <p> + It was now broad daylight as she looked out into the forecourt through the + many-pillared hall of the temple; the early sunlight played round the + columns, and its slanting rays, at this hour, fell through the tall + doorway far into the great hall which usually lay in twilight gloom. + </p> + <p> + The sacred spot looked very solemn in her eyes, sublime, and as it were + reconsecrated, and obeying an irresistible impulse she leaned against a + column, and lifting up her arms, and raising her eyes, she uttered her + thankfulness to the god for his loving kindness, and found but one thing + to pray for, namely that he would preserve Publius and Irene, and all + mankind, from sorrow and anxiety and deception. + </p> + <p> + She felt as if her heart had till now been benighted and dark, and had + just disclosed some latent light—as if it had been withered and dry, + and was now blossoming in fresh verdure and brightly-colored flowers. + </p> + <p> + To act virtuously is granted even to those who, relying on themselves. + earnestly strive to lead moral, just and honest lives; but the happy union + of virtue and pure inner happiness is solemnized only in the heart which + is able to seek and find a God—be it Serapis or Jehovah. + </p> + <p> + At the door of the forecourt Klea was met by Asclepiodorus, who desired + her to follow him. The high-priest had learned that she had secretly + quitted the temple: when she was alone with him in a quiet room he asked + her gravely and severely, why she had broken the laws and left the + sanctuary without his permission. Klea told him, that terror for her + sister had driven her to Memphis, and that she there had heard that + Publics Cornelius Scipio, the Roman who had taken up her father’s cause, + had saved Irene from king Euergetes, and placed her in safety, and that + then she had set out on her way home in the middle of the night. + </p> + <p> + The high-priest seemed pleased at her news, and when she proceeded to + inform him that Serapion had forsaken his cell out of anxiety for her, and + had met his death in the desert, he said: + </p> + <p> + “I knew all that, my child. May the gods forgive the recluse, and may + Serapis show him mercy in the other world in spite of his broken oath! His + destiny had to be fulfilled. You, child, were born under happier stars + than he, and it is within my power to let you go unpunished. This I do + willingly; and Klea, if my daughter Andromeda grows up, I can only wish + that she may resemble you; this is the highest praise that a father can + bestow on another man’s daughter. As head of this temple I command you to + fill your jars to-day, as usual, till one who is worthy of you comes to + me, and asks you for his wife. I suspect he will not be long to wait for.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know, father,—” asked Klea, coloring. + </p> + <p> + “I can read it in your eyes,” said Asclepiodorus, and he gazed kindly + after her as, at a sign from him, she quitted the room. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was alone he sent for his secretary and said: + </p> + <p> + “King Philometor has commanded that his brother Euergetes’ birthday shall + be kept to-day in Memphis. Let all the standards be hoisted, and the + garlands of flowers which will presently arrive from Arsinoe be fastened + up on the pylons; have the animals brought in for sacrifice, and arrange a + procession for the afternoon. All the dwellers in the temple must be + carefully attired. But there is another thing; Komanus has been here, and + has promised us great things in Euergetes’ name, and declares that he + intends to punish his brother Philometor for having abducted a girl—Irene—attached + to our temple. At the same time he requests me to send Klea the + water-bearer, the sister of the girl who was carried off, to Memphis to be + examined—but this may be deferred. For to-day we will close the + temple gates, solemnize the festival among ourselves, and allow no one to + enter our precincts for sacrifice and prayer till the fate of the sisters + is made certain. If the kings themselves make their appearance, and want + to bring their troops in, we will receive them respectfully as becomes us, + but we will not give up Klea, but consign her to the holy of holies, which + even Euergetes dare not enter without me; for in giving up the girl we + sacrifice our dignity, and with that ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + The secretary bowed, and then announced that two of the prophets of + Osiris-Apis desired to speak with Asclepiodorus. + </p> + <p> + Klea had met these men in the antechamber as she quitted the high-priest, + and had seen in the hand of one of them the key with which she had opened + the door of the rock-tomb. She had started, and her conscience urged her + to go at once to the priest-smith, and tell him how ill she had fulfilled + her errand. + </p> + <p> + When she entered his room Krates was sitting at his work with his feet + wrapped up, and he was rejoiced to see her, for his anxiety for her and + for Irene had disturbed his night’s rest, and towards morning his alarm + had been much increased by a frightful dream. + </p> + <p> + Klea, encouraged by the friendly welcome of the old man, who was usually + so surly, confessed that she had neglected to deliver the key to the smith + in the city, that she had used it to open the Apis-tombs, and had then + forgotten to take it out of the new lock. At this confession the old man + broke out violently, he flung his file, and the iron bolt at which he was + working, on to his work-table, exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “And this is the way you executed your commission. It is the first time I + ever trusted a woman, and this is my reward! All this will bring evil on + you and on me, and when it is found out that the sanctuary of Apis has + been desecrated through my fault and yours, they will inflict all sorts of + penance on me, and with very good reason—as for you, they will + punish you with imprisonment and starvation.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, father,” Klea calmly replied, “I feel perfectly guiltless, and + perhaps in the same fearful situation you might not have acted + differently.” + </p> + <p> + “You think so—you dare to believe such a thing?” stormed the old + man. “And if the key and perhaps even the lock have been stolen, and if I + have done all that beautiful and elaborate work in vain?” + </p> + <p> + “What thief would venture into the sacred tombs?” asked Klea doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “What! are they so unapproachable?” interrupted Krates. “Why, a miserable + creature like you even dared to open them. But only wait—only wait; + if only my feet were not so painful—” + </p> + <p> + “Listen to me,” said the girl, going closer up to the indignant smith. + “You are discreet, as you proved to me only yesterday; and if I were to + tell you all I went through and endured last night you would certainly + forgive me, that I know.” + </p> + <p> + “If you are not altogether mistaken!” shouted the smith. “Those must be + strange things indeed which could induce me to let such neglect of duty + and such a misdemeanor pass unpunished.” + </p> + <p> + And strange things they were indeed which the old man now had to hear, for + when Klea had ended her narrative of all that had occurred during the past + night, not her eyes only but those of the old smith too were wet with + tears. + </p> + <p> + “These accursed legs!” he muttered, as his eyes met the enquiring glance + of the young girl, and he wiped the salt dew from his cheeks with the + sleeve of his coat. “Aye-a swelled foot like mine is painful, child, and a + cripple such as I am is not always strong-minded. Old women grow like men, + and old men grow like women. Ah! old age—it is bad to have such feet + as mine, but what is worse is that memory fades as years advance. I + believe now that I left the key myself in the door of the Apis-tombs last + evening, and I will send at once to Asclepiodorus, so that he may beg the + Egyptians up there to forgive me—they are indebted to me for many + small jobs.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. + </h2> + <p> + All the black masses of clouds which during the night had darkened the + blue sky and hidden the light of the moon had now completely disappeared. + The north-east wind which rose towards morning had floated them away, and + Zeus, devourer of the clouds, had swallowed them up to the very last. It + was a glorious morning, and as the sun rose in the heavens, and pierced + and burnt up with augmenting haste the pale mist that hovered over the + Nile, and the vapor that hung—a delicate transparent veil of + bluish-grey bombyx-gauze—over the eastern slopes, the cool shades of + night vanished too from the dusky nooks of the narrow town which lay, + mile-wide, along the western bank of the river. And the intensely + brilliant sunlight which now bathed the streets and houses, the palaces + and temples, the gardens and avenues, and the innumerable vessels in the + harbor of Memphis, was associated with a glow of warmth which was welcome + even there in the early morning of a winter’s day. + </p> + <p> + Boats’ captains and sailors—were hurrying down to the shore of the + Nile to avail themselves of the northeast breeze to travel southwards + against the current, and sails were being hoisted and anchors heaved, to + an accompaniment of loud singing. The quay was so crowded with ships that + it was difficult to understand how those that were ready could ever + disentangle themselves, and find their way through those remaining behind; + but each somehow found an outlet by which to reach the navigable stream, + and ere long the river was swarming with boats, all sailing southwards, + and giving it the appearance of an endless perspective of camp tents set + afloat. + </p> + <p> + Long strings of camels with high packs, of more lightly laden asses, and + of dark-colored slaves, were passing down the road to the harbor; these + last were singing, as yet unhurt by the burden of the day, and the + overseers’ whips were still in their girdles. + </p> + <p> + Ox-carts were being laden or coming down to the landing-place with goods, + and the ship’s captains were already beginning to collect round the + different great merchants—of whom the greater number were Greeks, + and only a few dressed in Egyptian costume—in order to offer their + freight for sale, or to hire out their vessels for some new expedition. + </p> + <p> + The greatest bustle and noise were at a part of the quay where, under + large tents, the custom-house officials were busily engaged, for most + vessels first cast anchor at Memphis to pay duty or Nile-toll on the + “king’s table.” The market close to the harbor also was a gay scene; there + dates and grain, the skins of beasts, and dried fish were piled in great + heaps, and bleating and bellowing herds of cattle were driven together to + be sold to the highest bidder. + </p> + <p> + Soldiers on foot and horseback in gaudy dresses and shining armor, mingled + with the busy crowd, like peacocks and gaudy cocks among the fussy swarm + of hens in a farm yard; lordly courtiers, in holiday dresses of showy red, + blue and yellow stuffs, were borne by slaves in litters or standing on + handsome gilt chariots; garlanded priests walked about in long white + robes, and smartly dressed girls were hurrying down to the taverns near + the harbor to play the flute or to dance. + </p> + <p> + The children that were playing about among this busy mob looked covetously + at the baskets piled high with cakes, which the bakers’ boys were carrying + so cleverly on their heads. The dogs innumerable, put up their noses as + the dealers in such dainties passed near them, and many of them set up + longing howls when a citizen’s wife came by with her slaves, carrying in + their baskets freshly killed fowls, and juicy meats to roast for the + festival, among heaps of vegetables and fruits. + </p> + <p> + Gardeners’ boys and young girls were bearing garlands of flowers, festoons + and fragrant nosegays, some piled on large trays which they carried two + and two, some on smaller boards or hung on cross poles for one to carry; + at that part of the quay where the king’s barge lay at anchor numbers of + workmen were busily employed in twining festoons of greenery and flowers + round the flag-staffs, and in hanging them with lanterns. + </p> + <p> + Long files of the ministers of the god-representing the five phyla or + orders of the priesthood of the whole country—were marching, in + holiday attire, along the harbor-road in the direction of the palace, and + the jostling crowd respectfully made way for them to pass. The gleams of + festal splendor seemed interwoven with the laborious bustle on the quay + like scraps of gold thread in a dull work-a-day garment. + </p> + <p> + Euergetes, brother of the king, was keeping his birthday in Memphis + to-day, and all the city was to take part in the festivities. + </p> + <p> + At the first hour after sunrise victims had been sacrificed in the temple + of Ptah, the most ancient, and most vast of the sanctuaries of the + venerable capital of the Pharaohs; the sacred Apis-bull, but recently + introduced into the temple, was hung all over with golden ornaments; early + in the morning Euergetes had paid his devotions to the sacred beast—which + had eaten out of his hand, a favorable augury of success for his plans; + and the building in which the Apis lived, as well as the stalls of his + mother and of the cows kept for him, had been splendidly decked with + flowers. + </p> + <p> + The citizens of Memphis were not permitted to pursue their avocations or + ply their trades beyond the hour of noon; then the markets, the booths, + the workshops and schools were to be closed, and on the great square in + front of the temple of Ptah, where the annual fair was held, dramas both + sacred and profane, and shows of all sorts were to be seen, heard and + admired by men, women and children—provided at the expense of the + two kings. + </p> + <p> + Two men of Alexandria, one an AEolian of Lesbos, and the other a Hebrew + belonging to the Jewish community, but who was not distinguishable by + dress or accent from his Greek fellow-citizens, greeted each other on the + quay opposite the landing-place for the king’s vessels, some of which were + putting out into the stream, spreading their purple sails and dipping + their prows inlaid with ivory and heavily gilt. + </p> + <p> + “In a couple of hours,” said the Jew, “I shall be travelling homewards. + May I offer you a place in my boat, or do you propose remaining here to + assist at the festival and not starting till to-morrow morning? There are + all kinds of spectacles to be seen, and when it is dark a grand + illumination is to take place.” + </p> + <p> + “What do I care for their barbarian rubbish?” answered the Lesbian. “Why, + the Egyptian music alone drives me to distraction. My business is + concluded. I had inspected the goods brought from Arabia and India by way + of Berenice and Coptos, and had selected those I needed before the vessel + that brought them had moored in the Mariotic harbor, and other goods will + have reached Alexandria before me. I will not stay an hour longer than is + necessary in this horrible place, which is as dismal as it is huge. + Yesterday I visited the gymnasium and the better class of baths—wretched, + I call them! It is an insult to the fish-market and the horse-ponds of + Alexandria to compare them with them.” + </p> + <p> + “And the theatre!” exclaimed the Jew. “The exterior one can bear to look + at—but the acting! Yesterday they gave the ‘Thals’ of Menander, and + I assure you that in Alexandria the woman who dared to impersonate the + bewitching and cold-hearted Hetaira would have been driven off the stage—they + would have pelted her with rotten apples. Close by me there sat a sturdy, + brown Egyptian, a sugar-baker or something of the kind, who held his sides + with laughing, and yet, I dare swear, did not understand a word of the + comedy. But in Memphis it is the fashion to know Greek, even among the + artisans. May I hope to have you as my guest?” + </p> + <p> + “With pleasure, with pleasure!” replied the Lesbian. “I was about to look + out for a boat. Have you done your business to your satisfaction?” + </p> + <p> + “Tolerably!” answered the Jew. “I have purchased some corn from Upper + Egypt, and stored it in the granaries here. The whole of that row yonder + were to let for a mere song, and so we get off cheaply when we let the + wheat lie here instead of at Alexandria where granaries are no longer to + be had for money.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very clever!” replied the Greek. “There is bustle enough here in + the harbor, but the many empty warehouses and the low rents prove how + Memphis is going down. Formerly this city was the emporium for all + vessels, but now for the most part they only run in to pay the toll and to + take in supplies for their crews. This populous place has a big stomach, + and many trades drive a considerable business here, but most of those that + fail here are still carried on in Alexandria.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the sea that is lacking,” interrupted the Jew; “Memphis trades only + with Egypt, and we with the whole world. The merchant who sends his goods + here only load camels, and wretched asses, and flat-bottomed Nile-boats, + while we in our harbors freight fine seagoing vessels. When the + winter-storms are past our house alone sends twenty triremes with Egyptian + wheat to Ostia and to Pontus; and your Indian and Arabian goods, your + imports from the newly opened Ethiopian provinces, take up less room, but + I should like to know how many talents your trade amounted to in the + course of the past year. Well then, farewell till we meet again on my + boat; it is called the Euphrosyne, and lies out there, exactly opposite + the two statues of the old king—who can remember these stiff + barbarian names? In three hours we start. I have a good cook on board, who + is not too particular as to the regulations regarding food by which my + countrymen in Palestine live, and you will find a few new books and some + capital wine from Byblos.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we need not dread a head-wind,” laughed the Lesbian. “We meet again + in three hours.” + </p> + <p> + The Israelite waved his hand to his travelling companion, and proceeded at + first along the shore under the shade of an alley of sycamores with their + broad unsymmetrical heads of foliage, but presently he turned aside into a + narrow street which led from the quay to the city. He stood still for a + moment opposite the entrance of the corner house, one side of which lay + parallel to the stream while the other—exhibiting the front door, + and a small oil-shop—faced the street; his attention had been + attracted to it by a strange scene; but he had still much to attend to + before starting on his journey, and he soon hurried on again without + noticing a tall man who came towards him, wearing a travelling-hat and a + cloak such as was usually adapted only for making journeys. + </p> + <p> + The house at which the Jew had gazed so fixedly was that of Apollodorus, + the sculptor, and the man who was so strangely dressed for a walk through + the city at this hour of the day was the Roman, Publius Scipio. He seemed + to be still more attracted by what was going on in the little stall by the + sculptor’s front door, than even the Israelite had been; he leaned against + the fence of the garden opposite the shop, and stood for some time gazing + and shaking his head at the strange things that were to be seen within. + </p> + <p> + A wooden counter supported by the wall of the house-which was used by + customers to lay their money on and which generally held a few + oil-jars-projected a little way into the street like a window-board, and + on this singular couch sat a distinguished looking youth in a light blue, + sleeveless chiton, turning his back on the stall itself, which was not + much bigger than a good sized travelling-chariot. By his side lay a + “Himation”—[A long square cloak, and an indispensable part of the + dress of the Greeks.]—of fine white woolen stuff with a blue border. + His legs hung out into the street, and his brilliant color stood out in + wonderful contrast to the dark skin of a naked Egyptian boy, who crouched + at his feet with a cage full of doves. + </p> + <p> + The young Greek sitting on the window-counter had a golden fillet on his + oiled and perfumed curls, sandals of the finest leather on his feet, and + even in these humble surroundings looked elegant—but even more merry + than elegant—for the whole of his handsome face was radiant with + smiles while he tied two small rosy-grey turtle doves with ribands of + rose-colored bombyx-silk to the graceful basket in which they were + sitting, and then slipped a costly gold bracelet over the heads of the + frightened birds, and attached it to their wings with a white silk tie. + </p> + <p> + When he had finished this work he held the basket up, looked at it with a + smile of satisfaction, and he was in the very act of handing it to the + black boy when he caught sight of Publius, who went up to him from the + garden-fence. + </p> + <p> + “In the name of all the gods, Lysias,” cried the Roman, without greeting + his friend, “what fool’s trick are you at there again! Are you turned + oil-seller, or have you taken to training pigeons?” + </p> + <p> + “I am the one, and I am doing the other,” answered the Corinthian with a + laugh, for he it was to whom the Roman’s speech was addressed. “How do you + like my nest of young doves? It strikes me as uncommonly pretty, and how + well the golden circlet that links their necks becomes the little + creatures!” + </p> + <p> + “Here, put out your claws, you black crocodile,” he continued, turning to + his little assistant, “carry the basket carefully into the house, and + repeat what I say, ‘From the love-sick Lysias to the fair Irene’—Only + look, Publius, how the little monster grins at me with his white teeth. + You shall hear that his Greek is far less faultless than his teeth. Prick + up your ears, you little ichneumon—now once more repeat what you are + to say in there—do you see where I am pointing with my finger?—to + the master or to the lady who shall take the doves from you.” + </p> + <p> + With much pitiful stammering the boy repeated the Corinthian’s message to + Irene, and as he stood there with his mouth wide open, Lysias, who was an + expert at “ducks and drakes” on the water, neatly tossed into it a silver + drachma. This mouthful was much to the little rascal’s taste, for after he + had taken the coin out of his mouth he stood with wide-open jaws opposite + his liberal master, waiting for another throw; Lysias however boxed him + lightly on his ears, and chucked him under the chin, saying as he snapped + the boy’s teeth together: + </p> + <p> + “Now carry up the birds and wait for the answer.” “This offering is to + Irene, then?” said Publius. “We have not met for a long time; where were + you all day yesterday?” + </p> + <p> + “It will be far more entertaining to hear what you were about all the + night long. You are dressed as if you had come straight here from Rome. + Euergetes has already sent for you once this morning, and the queen twice; + she is over head and ears in love with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Folly! Tell me now what you were doing all yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me first where you have been.” + </p> + <p> + “I had to go some distance and will tell you all about it later, but not + now; and I encountered strange things on my way—aye, I must say + extraordinary things. Before sunrise I found a bed in the inn yonder, and + to my own great surprise I slept so soundly that I awoke only two hours + since.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a very meagre report; but I know of old that if you do not choose + to speak no god could drag a syllable from you. As regards myself I should + do myself an injury by being silent, for my heart is like an overloaded + beast of burden and talking will relieve it. Ah! Publius, my fate to-day + is that of the helpless Tantalus, who sees juicy pears bobbing about under + his nose and tempting his hungry stomach, and yet they never let him catch + hold of them, only look-in there dwells Irene, the pear, the peach, the + pomegranate, and my thirsting heart is consumed with longing for her. You + may laugh—but to-day Paris might meet Helen with impunity, for Eros + has shot his whole store of arrows into me. You cannot see them, but I can + feel them, for not one of them has he drawn out of the wound. And the + darling little thing herself is not wholly untouched by the winged boy’s + darts. She has confessed so much to me myself. It is impossible for me to + refuse her any thing, and so I was fool enough to swear a horrible oath + that I would not try to see her till she was reunited to her tall solemn + sister, of whom I am exceedingly afraid. Yesterday I lurked outside this + house just as a hungry wolf in cold weather sneaks about a temple where + lambs are being sacrificed, only to see her, or at least to hear a word + from her lips, for when she speaks it is like the song of nightingales—but + all in vain. Early this morning I came back to the city and to this spot; + and as hanging about forever was of no use, I bought up the stock of the + old oil-seller, who is asleep there in the corner, and settled myself in + his stall, for here no one can escape me, who enters or quits Apollodorus’ + house—and, besides, I am only forbidden to visit Irene; she herself + allows me to send her greetings, and no one forbids me, not even + Apollodorus, to whom I spoke an hour ago.” + </p> + <p> + “And that basket of birds that your dusky errand-boy carried into the + house just now, was such a ‘greeting?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course—that is the third already. First I sent her a lovely + nosegay of fresh pomegranate-blossoms, and with it a few verses I hammered + out in the course of the night; then a basket of peaches which she likes + very much, and now the doves. And there lie her answers—the dear, + sweet creature! For my nosegay I got this red riband, for the fruit this + peach with a piece bitten out. Now I am anxious to see what I shall get + for my doves. I bought that little brown scamp in the market, and I shall + take him with me to Corinth as a remembrance of Memphis, if he brings me + back something pretty this time. There, I hear the door, that is he; come + here youngster, what have you brought?” Publius stood with his arms + crossed behind his back, hearing and watching the excited speech and + gestures of his friend who seemed to him, to-day more than ever, one of + those careless darlings of the gods, whose audacious proceedings give us + pleasure because they match with their appearance and manner, and we feel + they can no more help their vagaries than a tree can help blossoming. As + soon as Lysias spied a small packet in the boy’s hand he did not take it + from him but snatched up the child, who was by no means remarkably small, + by the leather belt that fastened up his loin-cloth, tossed him up as if + he were a plaything, and set him down on the table by his side, + exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “I will teach you to fly, my little hippopotamus! Now, show me what you + have got.” + </p> + <p> + He hastily took the packet from the hand of the youngster, who looked + quite disconcerted, weighed it in his hand and said, turning to Publius: + </p> + <p> + “There is something tolerably heavy in this—what can it contain?” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite inexperienced in such matters,” replied the Roman. + </p> + <p> + “And I much experienced,” answered Lysias. “It might be, wait-it might be + the clasp of her girdle in here. Feel, it is certainly something hard.” + </p> + <p> + Publius carefully felt the packet that the Corinthian held out to him, + with his fingers, and then said with a smile: + </p> + <p> + “I can guess what you have there, and if I am right I shall be much + pleased. Irene, I believe, has returned you the gold bracelet on a little + wooden tablet.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” answered Lysias. “The ornament was prettily wrought and of + some value, and every girl is fond of ornaments.” + </p> + <p> + “Your Corinthian friends are, at any rate. But look what the wrapper + contains.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you open it,” said the Corinthian. + </p> + <p> + Publius first untied a thread, then unfolded a small piece of white linen, + and came at last to an object wrapped in a bit of flimsy, cheap papyrus. + When this last envelope was removed, the bracelet was in fact discovered, + and under it lay a small wax tablet. + </p> + <p> + Lysias was by no means pleased with this discovery, and looked + disconcerted and annoyed at the return of his gift; but he soon mastered + his vexation, and said turning to his friend, who was not in the least + maliciously triumphant, but who stood looking thoughtfully at the ground. + </p> + <p> + “Here is something on the little tablet—the sauce no doubt to the + peppered dish she has set before me.” + </p> + <p> + “Still, eat it,” interrupted Publius. “It may do you good for the future.” + </p> + <p> + Lysias took the tablet in his hand, and after considering it carefully on + both sides he said: + </p> + <p> + “It belongs to the sculptor, for there is his name. And there—why + she has actually spiced the sauce or, if you like it better the bitter + dose, with verses. They are written more clearly than beautifully, still + they are of the learned sort.” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” asked the Roman with curiosity, as Lysias read the lines to + himself; the Greek did not look up from the writing but sighed softly, and + rubbing the side of his finely-cut nose with his finger he replied: + </p> + <p> + “Very pretty, indeed, for any one to whom they are not directly addressed. + Would you like to hear the distich?” + </p> + <p> + “Read it to me, I beg of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then,” said the Corinthian, and sighing again he read aloud; + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘Sweet is the lot of the couple whom love has united; + But gold is a debt, and needs must at once be restored.’ +</pre> + <p> + “There, that is the dose. But doves are not human creatures, and I know at + once what my answer shall be. Give me the fibula, Publius, that clasps + that cloak in which you look like one of your own messengers. I will write + my answer on the wax.” + </p> + <p> + The Roman handed to Lysias the golden circlet armed with a strong pin, and + while he stood holding his cloak together with his hands, as he was + anxious to avoid recognition by the passers-by that frequented this + street, the Corinthian wrote as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “When doves are courting the lover adorns himself only; + But when a youth loves, he fain would adorn his beloved.” + </pre> + <p> + “Am I allowed to hear it?” asked Publius, and his friend at once read him + the lines; then he gave the tablet to the boy, with the bracelet which he + hastily wrapped up again, and desired him to take it back immediately to + the fair Irene. But the Roman detained the lad, and laying his hand on the + Greek’s shoulder, he asked him: “And if the young girl accepts this gift, + and after it many more besides—since you are rich enough to make her + presents to her heart’s content—what then, Lysias?” + </p> + <p> + “What then?” repeated the other with more indecision and embarrassment + than was his wont. “Then I wait for Klea’s return home and—Aye! you + may laugh at me, but I have been thinking seriously of marrying this girl, + and taking her with me to Corinth. I am my father’s only son, and for the + last three years he has given me no peace. He is bent on my mother’s + finding me a wife or on my choosing one for myself. And if I took him the + pitch-black sister of this swarthy lout I believe he would be glad. I + never was more madly in love with any girl than with this little Irene, as + true as I am your friend; but I know why you are looking at me with a + frown like Zeus the Thunderer. You know of what consequence our family is + in Corinth, and when I think of that, then to be sure—” + </p> + <p> + “Then to be sure?” enquired the Roman in sharp, grave tone. + </p> + <p> + “Then I reflect that a water-bearer—the daughter of an outlawed man, + in our house—” + </p> + <p> + “And do you consider mine as being any less illustrious in Rome than your + own is in Corinth?” asked Publius sternly. + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary, Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica. We are important by our + wealth, you by your power and estates.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is—and yet I am about to conduct Irene’s sister Klea as my + lawful wife to my father’s house.” + </p> + <p> + “You are going to do that!” cried Lysias springing from his seat, and + flinging himself on the Roman’s breast, though at this moment a party of + Egyptians were passing by in the deserted street. “Then all is well, then—oh! + what a weight is taken off my mind!—then Irene shall be my wife as + sure as I live! Oh Eros and Aphrodite and Father Zeus and Apollo! how + happy I am! I feel as if the biggest of the Pyramids yonder had fallen off + my heart. Now, you rascal, run up and carry to the fair Irene, the + betrothed of her faithful Lysias—mark what I say—carry her at + once this tablet and bracelet. But you will not say it right; I will write + here above my distich: ‘From the faithful Lysias to the fair Irene his + future wife.’ There—and now I think she will not send the thing back + again, good girl that she is! Listen, rascal, if she keeps it you may + swallow cakes to-day out on the Grand Square till you burst—and yet + I have only just paid five gold pieces for you. Will she keep the + bracelet, Publius—yes or no?” + </p> + <p> + “She will keep it.” + </p> + <p> + A few minutes later the boy came hurrying back, and pulling the Greek + vehemently by his dress, he cried: + </p> + <p> + “Come, come with me, into the house.” Lysias with a light and graceful + leap sprang right over the little fellow’s head, tore open the door, and + spread out his arms as he caught sight of Irene, who, though trembling + like a hunted gazelle, flew down the narrow ladder-like stairs to meet + him, and fell on his breast laughing and crying and breathless. + </p> + <p> + In an instant their lips met, but after this first kiss she tore herself + from his arms, rushed up the stairs again, and then, from the top step, + shouted joyously: + </p> + <p> + “I could not help seeing you this once! now farewell till Klea comes, then + we meet again,” and she vanished into an upper room. + </p> + <p> + Lysias turned to his friend like one intoxicated, he threw himself down on + his bench, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Now the heavens may fall, nothing can trouble me! Ye immortal gods, how + fair the world is!” + </p> + <p> + “Strange boy!” exclaimed the Roman, interrupting his friend’s rapture. + “You can not stay for ever in this dingy stall.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not stir from this spot till Klea comes. The boy there shall fetch + me victuals as an old sparrow feeds his young; and if necessary I will lie + here for a week, like the little sardines they preserve in oil at + Alexandria.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will have only a few hours to wait; but I must go, for I am + planning a rare surprise for King Euergetes on his birthday, and must go + to the palace. The festival is already in full swing. Only listen how they + are shouting and calling down by the harbor; I fancy I can hear the name + of Euergetes.” + </p> + <p> + “Present my compliments to the fat monster! May we meet again soon—brother-in-law!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. + </h2> + <p> + King Euergetes was pacing restlessly up and down the lofty room which his + brother had furnished with particular magnificence to be his + reception-room. Hardly had the sun risen on the morning of his birthday + when he had betaken himself to the temple of Ptah with a numerous suite—before + his brother Philometor could set out—in order to sacrifice there, to + win the good graces of the high-priest of the sanctuary, and to question + of the oracle of Apis. All had fallen out well, for the sacred bull had + eaten out of his hand; and yet he would have been more glad—though + it should have disdained the cake he offered it, if only Eulaeus had + brought him the news that the plot against the Roman’s life had been + successful. + </p> + <p> + Gift after gift, addresses of congratulation from every district of the + country, priestly decrees drawn up in his honor and engraved on tablets of + hard stone, lay on every table or leaned against the walls of the vast + ball which the guests had just quitted. Only Hierax, the king’s friend, + remained with him, supporting himself, while he waited for some sign from + his sovereign, on a high throne made of gold and ivory and richly + decorated with gems, which had been sent to the king by the Jewish + community of Alexandria. + </p> + <p> + The great commander knew his master well and knew too that it was not + prudent to address him when he looked as he did now. But Euergetes himself + was aware of the need for speech, and he began, without pausing in his + walk or looking at his dignified friend: + </p> + <p> + “Even the Philobasilistes have proved corrupt; my soldiers in the citadel + are more numerous and are better men too than those that have remained + faithful to Philometor, and there ought to be nothing more for me to do + but to stir up a brief clatter of swords on shields, to spring upon the + throne, and to have myself proclaimed king; but I will never go into the + field with the strongest division of the enemy in my rear. My brother’s + head is on my sister’s shoulders, and so long as I am not certain of her—” + </p> + <p> + A chamberlain rushed into the room as the king spoke, and interrupted him + by shouting out: + </p> + <p> + “Queen Cleopatra.” + </p> + <p> + A smile of triumph flashed across the features of the young giant; he + flung himself with an air of indifference on to a purple divan, and + desired that a magnificent lyre made of ivory, and presented to him by his + sister, should be brought to him; on it was carved with wonderful skill + and delicacy a representation of the first marriage, that of Cadmus with + Harmonia, at which all the gods had attended as guests. + </p> + <p> + Euergetes grasped the chords with wonderful vigor and mastery, and began + to play a wedding march, in which eager triumph alternated with tender + whisperings of love and longing. + </p> + <p> + The chamberlain, whose duty it was to introduce the queen to her brother’s + presence, wished to interrupt this performance of his sovereign’s; but + Cleopatra held him back, and stood listening at the door with her children + till Euergetes had brought the air to a rapid conclusion with a petulant + sweep of the strings, and a loud and ear-piercing discord; then he flung + his lute on the couch and rose with well-feigned surprise, going forward + to meet the queen as if, absorbed in playing, he had not heard her + approach. + </p> + <p> + He greeted his sister affectionately, holding out both his hands to her, + and spoke to the children—who were not afraid of him, for he knew + how to play madcap games with them like a great frolicsome boy—welcoming + them as tenderly as if he were their own father. + </p> + <p> + He could not weary of thanking Cleopatra for her thoughtful present—so + appropriate to him, who like Cadmus longed to boast of having mastered + Harmonia, and finally—she not having found a word to say—he + took her by the hand to exhibit to her the presents sent him by her + husband and from the provinces. But Cleopatra seemed to take little + pleasure in all these things, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Yes, everything is admirable, just as it has always been every year for + the last twenty years; but I did not come here to see but to listen.” + </p> + <p> + Her brother was radiant with satisfaction; she on the contrary was pale + and grave, and, could only now and then compel herself to a forced smile. + </p> + <p> + “I fancied,” said Euergetes, “that your desire to wish me joy was the + principal thing that had brought you here, and, indeed, my vanity requires + me to believe it. Philometor was with me quite early, and fulfilled that + duty with touching affection. When will he go into the banqueting-hall?” + </p> + <p> + “In half an hour; and till then tell me, I entreat you, what yesterday you—” + </p> + <p> + “The best events are those that are long in preparing,” interrupted her + brother. “May I ask you to let the children, with their attendants, retire + for a few minutes into the inner rooms?” + </p> + <p> + “At once!” cried Cleopatra eagerly, and she pushed her eldest boy, who + clamorously insisted on remaining with his uncle, violently out of the + door without giving his attendant time to quiet him or take him in her + arms. + </p> + <p> + While she was endeavoring, with angry scolding and cross words, to hasten + the children’s departure, Eulaeus came into the room. Euergetes, as soon + as he saw him, set every limb with rigid resolve, and drew breath so + deeply that his broad chest heaved high, and a strong respiration parted + his lips as he went forward to meet the eunuch, slowly but with an + enquiring look. + </p> + <p> + Eulaeus cast a significant glance at Hierax and Cleopatra, went quite + close up to the king, whispered a few words into his ear, and answered his + brief questions in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “It is well,” said Euergetes at last, and with a decisive gesture of his + hand he dismissed Eulaeus and his friend from the room. + </p> + <p> + Then he stood, as pale as death, his teeth set in his under-lip, and + gazing blankly at the ground. + </p> + <p> + He had his will, Publius Cornelius Scipio lived no more; his ambition + might reach without hindrance the utmost limits of his desires, and yet he + could not rejoice; he could not escape from a deep horror of himself, and + he struck his broad forehead with his clenched fists. He was face to face + with his first dastardly murder. + </p> + <p> + “And what news does Eulaeus bring?” asked Cleopatra in anxious excitement, + for she had never before seen her brother like this; but he did not hear + these words, and it was not till she had repeated them with more + insistence that he collected himself, stared at her from head to foot with + a fixed, gloomy expression, and then, letting his hand fall on her + shoulder so heavily that her knees bent under her and she gave a little + cry, asked her in a low but meaning tone: + </p> + <p> + “Are you strong enough to bear to hear great news?” + </p> + <p> + “Speak,” she said in a low voice, and her eyes were fixed on his lips + while she pressed her hand on her heart. Her anxiety to hear fettered her + to him, as with a tangible tie, and he, as if he must burst it by the + force of his utterance, said with awful solemnity, in his deepest tones + and emphasizing every syllable: + </p> + <p> + “Publius Cornelius Scipio Nasica is dead.” + </p> + <p> + At these words Cleopatra’s pale cheeks were suddenly dyed with a crimson + glow, and clenching her little hands she struck them together, and + exclaimed with flashing eyes: + </p> + <p> + “I hoped so!” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes withdrew a step from his sister, and said: “You were right. It + is not only among the race of gods that the most fearful of all are + women!” + </p> + <p> + “What have you to say?” retorted Cleopatra. “And am I to believe that a + toothache has kept the Roman away from the banquet yesterday, and again + from coming to see me to-day? Am I to repeat, after you, that he died of + it? Now, speak out, for it rejoices my heart to hear it; where and how did + the insolent hypocrite meet his end?” + </p> + <p> + “A serpent stung him,” replied Euergetes, turning from his sister. “It was + in the desert, not far from the Apis-tombs.” + </p> + <p> + “He had an assignation in the Necropolis at midnight—it would seem + to have begun more pleasantly than it ended?” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes nodded assent to the question, and added gravely: + </p> + <p> + “His fate overtook him—but I cannot see anything very pleasing in + the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “No?” asked the queen. “And do you think that I do not know the asp that + ended that life in its prime? Do you think that I do not know, who set the + poisoned serpent on the Roman? You are the assassin, and Eulaeus and his + accomplices have helped you! Only yesterday I would have given my heart’s + blood for Publius, and would rather have carried you to the grave than + him; but to-day, now that I know the game that the wretch has been playing + with me, I would even have taken on myself the bloody deed which, as it + is, stains your hands. Not even a god should treat your sister with such + contempt—should insult her as he has done—and go unpunished! + Another has already met the same fate, as you know—Eustorgos, + Hipparchon of Bithynia, who, while he seemed to be dying of love for me, + was courting Kallistrata my lady in waiting; and the wild beasts and + serpents exercised their dark arts on him too. Eulaeus’ intelligence has + fallen on you, who are powerful, like a cold hand on your heart; in me, + the weak woman, it rouses unspeakable delight. I gave him the best of all + a woman has to bestow, and he dared to trample it in the dust; and had I + no right to require of him that he should pour out the best that he had, + which was his life, in the same way as he had dared to serve mine, which + is my love? I have a right to rejoice at his death. Aye! the heavy lids + now close those bright eyes which could be falser than the stern lips that + were so apt to praise truth. The faithless heart is forever still which + could scorn the love of a queen—and for what? For whom? Oh, ye + pitiful gods!” + </p> + <p> + With these words the queen sobbed aloud, hastily lifting her hands to + cover her eyes, and ran to the door by which she had entered her brother’s + rooms. + </p> + <p> + But Euergetes stood in her way, and said sternly and positively: + </p> + <p> + “You are to stay here till I return. Collect yourself, for at the next + event which this momentous day will bring forth it will be my turn to + laugh while your blood shall run cold.” And with a few swift steps he left + the hall. + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra buried her face in the soft cushions of the couch, and wept + without ceasing, till she was presently startled by loud cries and the + clatter of arms. Her quick wit told her what was happening. In frantic + haste she flew to the door but it was locked; no shaking, no screaming, no + thumping seemed to reach the ears of the guard whom she heard monotonously + walking up and down outside her prison. + </p> + <p> + And now the tumult and clang of arms grew louder and louder, and the + rattle of drums and blare of trumpets began to mingle with the sound. She + rushed to the window in mortal fear, and looked down into the palace-yard; + at that same instant the door of the great banqueting-hall was flung open, + and a flying crowd streamed out in distracted confusion—then + another, and a third—all troops in King Philometor’s uniform. She + ran to the door of the room into which she had thrust her children; that + too was locked. In her desperation she once more sprang to the window, + shouted to the flying Macedonians to halt and make a stand—threatening + and entreating; but no one heard her, and their number constantly + increased, till at length she saw her husband standing on the threshold of + the great hall with a gaping wound on his forehead, and defending himself + bravely and stoutly with buckler and sword against the body-guard of his + own brother, who were pressing him sorely. In agonized excitement she + shouted encouraging words to him, and he seemed to hear her, for with a + strong sweep of his shield he struck his nearest antagonist to the earth, + sprang with a mighty leap into the midst of his flying adherents, and + vanished with them through the passage which led to the palace-stables. + </p> + <p> + The queen sank fainting on her knees by the window, and, through the + gathering shades of her swoon her dulled senses still were conscious of + the trampling of horses, of a shrill trumpet-blast, and at last of a + swelling and echoing shout of triumph with cries of, “Hail: hail to the + son of the Sun—Hail to the uniter of the two kingdoms; Hail to the + King of Upper and Lower Egypt, to Euergetes the god.” + </p> + <p> + But at the last words she recovered consciousness entirely and started up. + She looked down into the court again, and there saw her brother borne + along on her husband’s throne-litter by dignitaries and nobles. Side by + side with the traitor’s body-guard marched her own and Philometor’s + Philobasilistes and Diadoches. + </p> + <p> + The magnificent train went out of the great court of the palace, and then—as + she heard the chanting of priests—she realized that she had lost her + crown, and knew whither her faithless brother was proceeding. + </p> + <p> + She ground her teeth as her fancy painted all that was now about to + happen. Euergetes was being borne to the temple of Ptah, and proclaimed by + its astonished chief-priests, as King of Upper and Lower Egypt, and + successor to Philometor. Four pigeons would be let fly in his presence to + announce to the four quarters of the heavens that a new sovereign had + mounted the throne of his fathers, and amid prayer and sacrifice a golden + sickle would be presented to him with which, according to ancient custom, + he would cut an ear of corn. + </p> + <p> + Betrayed by her brother, abandoned by her husband, parted from her + children, scorned by the man she had loved, dethroned and powerless, too + weak and too utterly crushed to dream of revenge—she spent two + interminably long hours in the keenest anguish of mind, shut up in her + prison which was overloaded with splendor and with gifts. If poison had + been within her reach, in that hour she would unhesitatingly have put an + end to her ruined life. Now she walked restlessly up and down, asking + herself what her fate would be, and now she flung herself on the couch and + gave herself up to dull despair. + </p> + <p> + There lay the lyre she had given to her brother; her eye fell on the + relievo of the marriage of Cadmus and Harmonia, and on the figure of a + woman who was offering a jewel to the bride. The bearer of the gift was + the goddess of love, and the ornament she gave—so ran the legend—brought + misfortune on those who inherited it. All the darkest hours of her life + revived in her memory, and the blackest of them all had come upon her as + the outcome of Aphrodite’s gifts. She thought with a shudder of the + murdered Roman, and remembered the moment when Eulaeus had told her that + her Bithynian lover had been killed by wild beasts. She rushed from one + door to another—the victim of the avenging Eumenides—shrieked + from the window for rescue and help, and in that one hour lived through a + whole year of agonies and terrors. + </p> + <p> + At last—at last, the door of the room was opened, and Euergetes came + towards her, clad in the purple, with the crown of the two countries on + his grand head, radiant with triumph and delight. + </p> + <p> + “All hail to you, sister!” he exclaimed in a cheerful tone, and lifting + the heavy crown from his curling hair. “You ought to be proud to-day, for + your own brother has risen to high estate, and is now King of Upper and + Lower Egypt.” + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra turned from him, but he followed her and tried to take her hand. + She however snatched it away, exclaiming: + </p> + <p> + “Fill up the measure of your deeds, and insult the woman whom you have + robbed and made a widow. It was with a prophecy on your lips that you went + forth just now to perpetrate your greatest crime; but it falls on your own + head, for you laugh over our misfortune—and it cannot regard me, for + my blood does not run cold; I am not overwhelmed nor hopeless, and I shall—” + </p> + <p> + “You,” interrupted Euergetes, at first with a loud voice, which presently + became as gentle as though he were revealing to her the prospect of a + future replete with enjoyment, “You shall retire to your roof-tent with + your children, and there you shall be read to as much as you like, eat as + many dainties as you can, wear as many splendid dresses as you can desire, + receive my visits and gossip with me as often as my society may seem + agreeable to you—as yours is to me now and at all times. Besides all + this you may display your sparkling wit before as many Greek and Jewish + men of letters or learning as you can command, till each and all are + dazzled to blindness. Perhaps even before that you may win back your + freedom, and with it a full treasury, a stable full of noble horses, and a + magnificent residence in the royal palace on the Bruchion in gay + Alexandria. It depends only on how soon our brother Philometor—who + fought like a lion this morning—perceives that he is more fit to be + a commander of horse, a lute-player, an attentive host of word-splitting + guests—than the ruler of a kingdom. Now, is it not worthy of note to + those who, like you and me, sister, love to investigate the phenomena of + our spiritual life, that this man—who in peace is as yielding as + wax, as week as a reed—is as tough and as keen in battle as a finely + tempered sword? We hacked bravely at each other’s shields, and I owe this + slash here on my shoulder to him. If Hierax—who is in pursuit of him + with his horsemen—is lucky and catches him in time, he will no doubt + give up the crown of his own free will.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he is not yet in your power, and he had time to mount a horse!” + cried Cleopatra, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction; “then all is not + yet lost for us. If Philometor can but reach Rome, and lay our case before + the Senate—” + </p> + <p> + “Then he might certainly have some prospect of help from the Republic, for + Rome does not love to see a strong king on the throne of Egypt,” said + Euergetes. “But you have lost your mainstay by the Tiber, and I am about + to make all the Scipios and the whole gens Cornelia my stanch allies, for + I mean to have the deceased Roman burnt with the finest cedar-wood and + Arabian spices; sacrifices shall be slaughtered at the same time as if he + had been a reigning king, and his ashes shall be sent to Ostia and Rome in + the costliest specimen of Vasa murrina that graces my treasure-house, and + on a ship specially fitted, and escorted by the noblest of my friends. The + road to the rampart of a hostile city lies over corpses, and I, as general + and king—” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes suddenly broke off in his sentence, for a loud noise and + vehement talking were heard outside the door. Cleopatra too had not failed + to observe it, and listened with alert attention; for on such a day and in + these apartments every dialogue, every noise in the king’s antechamber + might be of grave purport. + </p> + <p> + Euergetes did not deceive himself in this matter any more than his sister, + and he went towards the door holding the sacrificial sickle, which formed + part of his regalia, in his right hand. But he had not crossed the room + when Eulaeus rushed in, as pale as death, and calling out to his + sovereign: + </p> + <p> + “The murderers have betrayed us; Publius Scipio is alive, and insists on + being admitted to speak with you.” + </p> + <p> + The king’s armed hand fell by his side, and for a moment he gazed blankly + into vacancy, but the next instant he had recovered himself, and roared in + a voice which filled the room like rolling thunder: + </p> + <p> + “Who dares to hinder the entrance of my friend Publius Cornelius Scipio? + And are you still here, Eulaeus—you scoundrel and you villain! The + first case that I, as King of Upper and Lower Egypt, shall open for trial + will be that which this man—who is your foe and my friend—proposes + to bring against you. Welcome! most welcome on my birthday, my noble + friend!” + </p> + <p> + The last words were addressed to Publius, who now entered the room with + stately dignity, and clad in the ample folds of the white toga worn by + Romans of high birth. He held a sealed roll or despatch in his right hand, + and, while he bowed respectfully to Cleopatra, he seemed entirely to + overlook the hands King Euergetes held out in welcome. After his first + greeting had been disdained by the Roman, Euergetes would not have offered + him a second if his life had depended on it. He crossed his arms with + royal dignity, and said: + </p> + <p> + “I am grieved to receive your good wishes the last of all that have been + offered me on this happy day.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you must have changed your mind,” replied Publius, drawing up his + slight figure, which was taller than the king’s, “You have no lack of + docile instruments, and last night you were fully determined to receive my + first congratulations in the realm of shades.” + </p> + <p> + “My sister,” answered Euergetes, shrugging his shoulders, “was only + yesterday singing the praises of your uncultured plainness of speech; but + to-day it is your pleasure to speak in riddles like an Egyptian oracle.” + </p> + <p> + “They cannot, however, be difficult to solve by you and your minions,” + replied Publius coldly, as he pointed to Eulaeus. “The serpents which you + command have powerful poisons and sharp fangs at their disposal; this + time, however, they mistook their victim, and have sent a poor recluse of + Serapis to Hades instead of one of their king’s guests.” + </p> + <p> + “Your enigma is harder than ever,” cried the king. “My intelligence at + least is unequal to solve it, and I must request you to speak in less dark + language or else to explain your meaning.” + </p> + <p> + “Later, I will,” said Publius emphatically, “but these things concern + myself alone, and I stand here now commissioned by the State of Rome which + I serve. To-day Juventius Thalna will arrive here as ambassador from the + Republic, and this document from the Senate accredits me as its + representative until his arrival.” + </p> + <p> + Euergetes took the sealed roll which Publius offered to him. While he tore + it open, and hastily looked through its contents, the door was again + thrown open and Hierax, the king’s trusted friend, appeared on the + threshold with a flushed face and hair in disorder. + </p> + <p> + “We have him!” he cried before he came in. “He fell from his horse near + Heliopolis.” + </p> + <p> + “Philometor?” screamed Cleopatra, flinging herself upon Hierax. “He fell + from his horse—you have murdered him?” + </p> + <p> + The tone in which the words were said, so full of grief and horror that + the general said compassionately: + </p> + <p> + “Calm yourself, noble lady; your husband’s wound in the forehead is not + dangerous. The physicians in the great hall of the temple of the Sun bound + it up, and allowed me to bring him hither on a litter.” + </p> + <p> + Without hearing Hierax to the end Cleopatra flew towards the door, but + Euergetes barred her way and gave his orders with that decision which + characterized him, and which forbade all contradiction: + </p> + <p> + “You will remain here till I myself conduct you to him. I wish to have you + both near me.” + </p> + <p> + “So that you may force us by every torment to resign the throne!” cried + Cleopatra. “You are in luck to-day, and we are your prisoners.” + </p> + <p> + “You are free, noble queen,” said the Roman to the poor woman, who was + trembling in every limb. “And on the strength of my plenipotentiary powers + I here demand the liberty of King Philometor, in the name of the Senate of + Rome.” + </p> + <p> + At these words the blood mounted to King Euergetes’ face and eyes, and, + hardly master of himself, he stammered out rather than said: + </p> + <p> + “Popilius Laenas drew a circle round my uncle Antiochus, and threatened + him with the enmity of Rome if he dared to overstep it. You might excel + the example set you by your bold countryman—whose family indeed was + far less illustrious than yours—but I—I—” + </p> + <p> + “You are at liberty to oppose the will of Rome,” interrupted Publius with + dry formality, “but, if you venture on it, Rome, by me, will withdraw her + friendship. I stand here in the name of the Senate, whose purpose it is to + uphold the treaty which snatched this country from the Syrians, and by + which you and your brother pledged yourselves to divide the realm of Egypt + between you. It is not in my power to alter what has happened here; but it + is incumbent on me so to act as to enable Rome to distribute to each of + you that which is your due, according to the treaty ratified by the + Republic. + </p> + <p> + “In all questions which bear upon that compact Rome alone must decide, and + it is my duty to take care that the plaintiff is not prevented from + appearing alive and free before his protectors. So, in the name of the + Senate, King Euergetes, I require you to permit King Philometor your + brother, and Queen Cleopatra your sister, to proceed hence, whithersoever + they will.” Euergetes, breathing hard in impotent fury, alternately + doubling his fists, and extending his quivering fingers, stood opposite + the Roman who looked enquiringly in his face with cool composure; for a + short space both were silent. Then Euergetes, pushing his hands through + his hair, shook his head violently from side to side, and exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Thank the Senate from me, and say that I know what we owe to it, and + admire the wisdom which prefers to see Egypt divided rather than united in + one strong hand—Philometor is free, and you also Cleopatra.” + </p> + <p> + For a moment he was again silent, then he laughed loudly, and cried to the + queen: + </p> + <p> + “As for you sister—your tender heart will of course bear you on the + wings of love to the side of your wounded husband.” + </p> + <p> + Cleopatra’s pale cheeks had flushed scarlet at the Roman’s speech; she + vouchsafed no answer to her brother’s ironical address, but advanced + proudly to the door. As she passed Publius she said with a farewell wave + of her pretty hand. + </p> + <p> + “We are much indebted to the Senate.” + </p> + <p> + Publius bowed low, and she, turning away from him, quitted the room. + </p> + <p> + “You have forgotten your fan, and your children!” the king called after + her; but Cleopatra did not hear his words, for, once outside her brother’s + apartment, all her forced and assumed composure flew to the winds; she + clasped her hands on her temples, and rushed down the broad stairs of the + palace as if she were pursued by fiends. + </p> + <p> + When the sound of her steps had died away, Euergetes turned to the Roman + and said: + </p> + <p> + “Now, as you have fulfilled what you deem to be your duty, I beg of you to + explain the meaning of your dark speeches just now, for they were + addressed to Euergetes the man, and not the king. If I understood you + rightly you meant to imply that your life had been attempted, and that one + of those extraordinary old men devoted to Serapis had been murdered + instead of you.” + </p> + <p> + “By your orders and those of your accomplice Eulaeus,” answered Publius + coolly. + </p> + <p> + “Eulaeus, come here!” thundered the king to the trembling courtier, with a + fearful and threatening glare in his eyes. “Have you hired murderers to + kill my friend—this noble guest of our royal house—because he + threatened to bring your crimes to light?” + </p> + <p> + “Mercy!” whimpered Eulaeus sinking on his knees before the king. + </p> + <p> + “He confesses his crime!” cried Euergetes; he laid his hand on the girdle + of his weeping subordinate, and commanded Hierax to hand him over without + delay to the watch, and to have him hanged before all beholders by the + great gate of the citadel. Eulaeus tried to pray for mercy and to speak, + but the powerful officer, who hated the contemptible wretch, dragged him + up, and out of the room. + </p> + <p> + “You were quite right to lay your complaint before me,” said Euergetes + while Eulaeus cries and howls were still audible on the stairs. “And you + see that I know how to punish those who dare to offend a guest.” + </p> + <p> + “He has only met with the portion he has deserved for years,” replied + Publius. “But now that we stand face to face, man to man, I must close my + account with you too. In your service and by your orders Eulaeus set two + assassins to lie in wait for me—” + </p> + <p> + “Publius Cornelius Scipio!” cried the king, interrupting his enemy in an + ominous tone; but the Roman went on, calmly and quietly: + </p> + <p> + “I am saying nothing that I cannot support by witnesses; and I have truly + set forth, in two letters, that king Euergetes during the past night has + attempted the life of an ambassador from Rome. One of these despatches is + addressed to my father, the other to Popilius Lamas, and both are already + on their way to Rome. I have given instructions that they are to be opened + if, in the course of three months reckoned from the present date, I have + not demanded them back. You see you must needs make it convenient to + protect my life, and to carry out whatever I may require of you. If you + obey my will in everything I may demand, all that has happened this night + shall remain a secret between you and me and a third person, for whose + silence I will be answerable; this I promise you, and I never broke my + word.” + </p> + <p> + “Speak,” said the king flinging himself on the couch, and plucking the + feathers from the fan Cleopatra had forgotten, while Publius went on + speaking. + </p> + <p> + “First I demand a free pardon for Philotas of Syracuse, ‘relative of the + king,’ and president of the body of the Chrematistes, his immediate + release, with his wife, from their forced labor, and their return from the + mines.” + </p> + <p> + “They both are dead,” said Euergetes, “my brother can vouch for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I require you to have it declared by special decree that Philotas + was condemned unjustly, and that he is reinstated in all the dignities he + was deprived of. I farther demand that you permit me and my friend Lysias + of Corinth, as well as Apollodorus the sculptor, to quit Egypt without let + or hindrance, and with us Klea and Irene, the daughters of Philotas, who + serve as water-bearers in the temple of Serapis.—Do you hesitate as + to your reply?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” answered the king, and he tossed up his hand. “For this once I have + lost the game.” + </p> + <p> + “The daughters of Philotas, Klea and Irene,” continued Publius with + imperturbable coolness, “are to have the confiscated estates of their + parents restored to them.” + </p> + <p> + “Then your sweetheart’s beauty does not satisfy you!” interposed Euergetes + satirically. + </p> + <p> + “It amply satisfies me. My last demand is that half of this wealth shall + be assigned to the temple of Serapis, so that the god may give up his + serving-maidens willingly, and without raising any objections. The other + half shall be handed over to Dicearchus, my agent in Alexandria, because + it is my will that Klea and Irene shall not enter my own house or that of + Lysias in Corinth as wives, without the dowry that beseems their rank. + Now, within one hour, I must have both the decree and the act of + restitution in my hands, for as soon as Juventius Thalna arrives here—and + I expect him, as I told you this very day—we propose to leave + Memphis, and to take ship at Alexandria.” + </p> + <p> + “A strange conjuncture!” cried Euergetes. “You deprive me alike of my + revenge and my love, and yet I see myself compelled to wish you a pleasant + journey. I must offer a sacrifice to Poseidon, to the Cyprian goddess, and + to the Dioscurides that they may vouchsafe your ship a favorable voyage, + although it will carry the man who in the future, can do us more injury at + Rome by his bitter hostility, than any other.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall always take the part of which ever of you has justice on his + side.” + </p> + <p> + Publius quitted the room with a proud wave of his hand, and Euergetes, as + soon as the door had closed behind the Roman, sprang from his couch, shook + his clenched fist in angry threat, and cried: + </p> + <p> + You, you obstinate fellow and your haughty patrician clan may do me + mischief enough by the Tiber; and yet perhaps I may win the game in spite + of you! + </p> + <p> + “You cross my path in the name of the Roman Senate. If Philometor waits in + the antechambers of consuls and senators we certainly may chance to meet + there, but I shall also try my luck with the people and the tribunes. + </p> + <p> + “It is very strange! This head of mine hits upon more good ideas in an + hour than a cool fellow like that has in a year, and yet I am beaten by + him—and if I am honest I can not but confess that it was not his + luck alone, but his shrewdness that gained the victory. He may be off as + soon as he likes with his proud Hera—I can find a dozen Aphrodites + in Alexandria in her place! + </p> + <p> + “I resemble Hellas and he Rome, such as they are at present. We flutter in + the sunshine, and seize on all that satisfies our intellect or gratifies + our senses: they gaze at the earth, but walk on with a firm step to seek + power and profit. And thus they get ahead of us, and yet—I would not + change with them.” + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS: + + A subdued tone generally provokes an equally subdued answer + A mere nothing in one man’s life, to another may be great + A debtor, says the proverb, is half a prisoner + Air of a professional guide + And what is great—and what is small + Before you serve me up so bitter a meal (the truth) + Behold, the puny Child of Man + Blind tenderness which knows no reason + By nature she is not and by circumstances is compelled to be + Deceit is deceit + Desire to seek and find a power outside us + Evolution and annihilation + Flattery is a key to the heart + Hold pleasure to be the highest good + If you want to catch mice you must waste bacon + Inquisitive eyes are intrusive company + Man is the measure of all things + Man works with all his might for no one but himself + Many a one would rather be feared than remain unheeded + Museum of Alexandria and the Library + Not yet fairly come to the end of yesterday + Nothing permanent but change + Nothing so certain as that nothing is certain + Old women grow like men, and old men grow like women + One hand washes the other + Prefer deeds to words + Priests that they should instruct the people to be obedient + The altar where truth is mocked at + They get ahead of us, and yet—I would not change with them + Virtues are punished in this world + What are we all but puny children? + Who can be freer than he who needs nothing + Who only puts on his armor when he is threatened +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Sisters, Complete, by Georg Ebers + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SISTERS, COMPLETE *** + +***** This file should be named 5466-h.htm or 5466-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/5/4/6/5466/ + +Produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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