_ BUT he began also to fear that some outside force might disturb
his delight. Chilo might give notice of his disappearance to the
prefect of the city, or to his freedmen at home; and in such an
event an invasion of the house by the city guards was likely.
Through his head flew the thought, it is true, that in that event he
might give command to seize Lygia and shut her up in his house,
but he felt that he ought not to do so, and he was not capable of
acting thus. He was tyrannical, insolent, and corrupt enough, if
need be he was inexorable, but he was not Tigellinus or Nero.
Military life had left in him a certain feeling of justice, and
religion, and a conscience to understand that such a deed would be
monstrously mean. He would have been capable, perhaps, of
committing such a deed during an access of anger and while in
possession of his strength, but at that moment he was filled with
tenderness, and was sick. The only question for Vinicius at that
time was that no one should stand between him and Lygia.
He noticed, too, with astonishment, that from the moment when
Lygia had taken his part, neither she herself nor Crispus asked
from him any assurances, just as if they felt confident that, in case
of need, some superhuman power would defend them. The young
tribune, in whose head the distinction bctwcen things possible and
impossible had grown involved and faint since the discourse of the
Apostle in Ostrianum, was also not too far from supposing that
that might take place. But considering things more soberly, he
remembered what he had said of the Greek, and asked again that
Chilo be brought to him.
Crispus agrecd, and they decided to send Ursus. Vinicius, who in
recent days, before his visit to Ostrianum, had sent slaves
frequently to Chilo, though without result, indicated his lodgings
accurately to the Lygian; then writing a few words on the tablet, he
said, turning to Crispus, -- "I give a tablet, for this man is
suspicious and cunning. Frequently when summoned by me, he
gave directions to answer my people that he was not at home; he
did so always when he had no good news for me, and feared my
anger."
"If I find him, I will bring him, willing or unwilling," said Ursus.
Then, taking his mantle, he went out hurriedly.
To find any one in Rome was not easy, even with the most
accurate directions; but in those cases the instinct of a hunter aided
Ursus, and also his great knowledge of the city. After a certain
time, therefore, he found himself at Chilo's lodgings.
He did not recognize Chio, however. He had seen him but once in
his life before, and moreover, in the night. Besides, that lofty and
confident old man who had persuaded him to murder Glaucus was
so unlike the Greek, bent double from terror, that rio one could
suppose the two to be one person. Chio, noticing that Ursus looked
at him as a perfect stranger, recovered from his first fear. The sight
of the tablet, with the writing of Vinicius, calmed him still more.
At least the suspicion that he would take him into an ambush
purposely did not trouble him. He thought, besides, that the
Christians had not killed Vinicius, evidently because they had not
dared to raise hands on so noted a person.
"And then Vinicius will protect me in case of need," thought he;
"of course he does not send to deliver me to death."
Summoning some courage, therefore, he said: "My good man, has
not my friend the noble Vinicius sent a litter? My feet are swollen;
I cannot walk so far."
"He has not," answered Ursus; "we shall go on foot."
"But if I refuse?"
"Do not, for thou wilt have to go."
"And I will go, but of my own will. No one could force me, for I
am a free man, and a friend of the prefect of the city. As a sage, I
have also means to overcome others, and I know how to turn
people into trees and wild beasts. But I will go, I will go! I will
only put on a mantle somewhat warmer, and a hood, lest the slaves
of that quarter might recognize me; they would stop me every
moment to kiss my hands."
He put on a new mantle then, and let down a broad Gallic hood,
lest Ursus might recognize his features on coming into clearer
light.
"Where wilt thou take me?" asked he on the road.
"To the Trans-Tiber."
"I am not long in Rome, and I have never been there, but there too,
of course, live men who love virtue."
But Ursus, who was a simple man, and had heard Vinicius say that
the Greek had been with him in Ostrianum, and had seen him with
Croton enter the house in which Lygia lived, stopped for a moment
and said, -- "Speak no untruth, old man, for to-day thou wert with
Vinicius in Ostrianum and under our gate."
"Ah!" said Chilo, "then is your house in the Trans-Tiber? I have
not been long in Rome, and know not how the different parts are
named. That is true, friend; I was under the gate, and implored
Vinicius in the name of virtue not to enter. I was in Ostrianum, and
dost thou know why? I am working for a certain time over the
conversion of Vinicius, and wished him to hear the chief of the
Apostles. May the light penetrate his soul and thine~ But thou art a
Christian, and wishest truth to overcome falsehood."
"That is true," answered Ursus, with humility.
Courage returned to Chilo completely.
"Vinicius is a powerful lord," said he, "and a friend of Caesar. He
listens often yet to the whisperings of the wil spirit; but if even a
hair should fall from his head, Caesar would take vengeance on all
the Christians."
"A higher power is protecting us."
"Surely, surely! But what do ye intend to do with Vinicius?"
inquired Chio, with fresh alarm.
"I know not. Christ commands mercy."
"Thou hast answered excellently. Think of this always, or thou wilt
fry in hell like a sausage in a frying-pan."
Ursus sighed, and Chilo thought that he could always do what he
liked with that man, who was terrible at the moment of his first
outburst. So, wishing to know what happened at the seizing of
Lygia, he asked further, in the voice of a stern judge, -- "How did
ye treat Croton? Speak, and do not prevaricate." Ursus sighed a
second time. "Vinicius will tell thee." "That means that thou didst
stab him with a knife, or kill him with a club." "I was without
arms."
The Greek could not resist amazement at the superhuman strength
of the barbarian.
"May Pluto--that is to say, may Christ pardon thee!"
They went on for some time in silence; then Chilo said:
"I will not betray thee; but have a care of the watches."
"I fear Christ, not the watches."
"And that is proper. There is no more grievous crime than murder.
I will pray for thee; but I know not if even niy prayer can be
effective, unless thou make a vow never to touch any one in life
with a finger."
"As it is, I have not killed purposely," answered Ursus.
But Chilo, who desired to secure himself in every case, did not
cease to condemn murder, and urge Ursus to make the vow. He
inquired also about Vinicius; but the Lygian answered his inquiries
unwillingly, repeating that from Vinicius himself he would hear
what he needed. Speaking in this way, they passed at last the long
road which separated the lodgings of the Greek from the
Trans-Tiber, and found themselves before the house. Chio's heart
began to beat again unquietly. From dread it seemed to him that
Ursus was beginning to look at him with a kind of greedy
expression.
"It is small consolation to me," said he to himself, "if he kills me
unwillingly. I prefer in every case that paralysis should strike him,
and with him all the Lygians, -- which do thou effect, O Zeus, if
thou art able."
Thus meditating, he wrapped himself more closely in his Gallic
mantle, repeating that he feared the cold. Finally, when they had
passed the entrance and the first court, and found themselves in the
corridor leading to the garden of the little house, he halted
suddenly and said, -- "Let me draw breath, or I shall not be able to
speak with Vinicius and give him saving advice."
He halted; for though he said to himself that no danger threatened,
still his legs trembled under him at the thought that he was among
those mysterious people whom he had seen in Ostrianum.
Meanwhile a hymn came to their ears from the little house.
"What is that?" inquired Chilo.
"Thou sayest that thou art a Christian, and knowest not that among
us it is the custom after every meal to glorify our Saviour with
singing," answered Ursus. "Miriam and her son must have
returned, and perhaps the Apostle is with them, for he visits the
widow and Crispus every day."
"Conduct me directly to Vinicius."
"Vinicius is in the same room with all, for that is the only large
one; the others are very small chambers, to which we go only to
sleep. Come in; thou wilt rest there."
They entered. It was rather dark in the room; the evening was
cloudy and cold, the flames of a few candles did not dispel the
darkness altogether. Vinicius divined rather than recognized Chilo
in the hooded man. Chio, seeing the bed in the corner of the room,
and on it Vinicius, moved toward him directly, not looking at the
others, as if with the conviction that it would be safest near him.
"Oh, lord, why didst thou not listen to my counsels?" exclaimed
he, putting his hands together.
"Silence!" said Vinicius, "and listen!"
Here he looked sharply into Chio's eyes, and spoke slowly with
emphasis, as if wishing the Greek to understand every word of his
as a command, and to keep it forever in memory.
"Croton threw himself on me to kill and rob me, dost understand? I
killed him then, and these people dressed the wounds which I
received in the struggle."
Chilo understood in a moment that if Vinicius spoke in this way it
must be in virtue of some agreement with the Christians, and in
that case he wished people to believe him. He saw this, too, from
his face; hence in one moment, without showing doubt or
astonishment, he raised his eyes and exclaimed, -- "That was a
faith-breaking ruffian! But I warned thee, lord, not to trust him; my
teachings bounded from his head as do peas when thrown against a
wall. In all Hades there are not torments enough for him. He who
cannot be honest must be a rogue; what is more difficult than for a
rogue to become honest? But to fall on his benefactor, a lord so
magnanimous --O gods!"
Here he remembered that he had represented himself to Ursus on
the way as a Christian, and stopped.
"Were it not for the 'sica,' which I brought, he would have slain
me," said Vinicius.
"I bless the moment in which I advised thee to take a knife even."
Vinicius turned an inquiring glance on the Greek, and asked, --
"What hast thou done to-day?"
"How? What! have I not told thee, lord, that I made a vow for thy
health?"
"Nothing more?"
"I was just preparing to visit thee, when this good man came and
said that thou hadst sent for me."
"Here is a tablet. Thou wilt go with it to my house; thou wilt find
my freedman and give it to him. It is written on the tablet that I
have gone to Beneventum. Thou wit tell Demas from thyself that I
went this morning, summoned by an urgent letter from Petronius."
Here he repeated with emphasis: "I have gone to Beneventum, dost
understand?"
"Thou has gone, lord. This morning I took leave of thee at the
Porta Capena, and from the time of thy departure such sadness
possesses me that if thy magnanimity will not soften it, I shall cry
myself to death, like the unhappy wife of Zethos 1 in grief for
Itylos."
Vinicius, though sick and accustomed to the Greek's suppleness,
could not repress a smile. He was glad, moreover, that Chio
understood in a flash; hence he said,-.--
"Therefore I will write that thy tears be wiped away. Give me the
candle." Chilo, now pacified perfectly, rose, and, advancing a few
steps toward the chimney, took one of the candles which was
burning at the wall. But while he was doing this, the hood slipped
from his head, and the light fell directly on his face. Glaucus
sprang from his seat and, coming up quickly, stood before him.
"Dost thou not recognize me, Cephas?" asked he. In his voice there
was something so terrible that a shiver ran through all present.
Chilo raised the candle, and dropped it to the earth almost the
same instant; then he bent nearly double and began to groan, -- "I
am not he--I am not he! Mercy!"
Glaucus turned toward the faithful, and said, -- "This is the man
who betrayed -- who ruined me and my family!"
That history was known to all the Christians and to Vinicius, who
had not guessed who that Glaucus was, -- for this reason only, that
he fainted repeatedly from pain during the dressing of his wound,
and had not heard his name. But for Ursus that short moment, with
the words of Glaucus, was like a lightning-flash in darkness.
Recognizing Chio, he was at his side with one spring, and, seizing
his arm, bent it back, exclaiming, -- "This is the man who
persuaded me to kill Glaucus!"
"Mercy!" groaned Chilo. "I will give you -- O lord!" exclaimed he,
turning his head to Vinicius, "save me! I trusted in thee, take my
part. Thy letter -- I will deliver it. O lord, lord!"
But Vinicius, who looked with more indifference than any one at
what was passing, first because all the affairs of the Greek were
more or less known to him, and second because his heart knew not
what pity was, said, -- "Bury him in the garden; some one else will
take the letter."
It seemed to Chilo that those words were his final sentence. His
bones were shaking in the terrible hands of Ursus; his eyes were
filled with tears from pain.
"By your God, pity!" cried he; "I am a Christian! Par vobiscum! I
am a Christian; and if ye do riot believe me, baptize me again,
baptize me twice, ten times! Glaucus, that is a mistake! Let me
speak, make me a slave! Do not kill me! Have mercy!"
His voice, stifled with pain, was growing weaker and weaker,
when the Apostle Peter rose at the table; for a moment his white
head shook, drooping toward his breast, and his eyes were closed;
but he opened them then, and said amid silence, -- "The Saviour
said this to us: 'If thy brother has sinned against thee, chastise
him; but if he is repentant, forgive him. And if he has offended
seven times in the day against thee, and has turned to thee seven
times, saying, "Have mercy on me!" forgive him.'"
Then came a still deeper silence. Glaucus remained a long time
with his hands covering his face; at last he removed them and said,
-- "Cephas, may God forgive thy offences, as I forgive them in the
name of Christ."
Ursus, letting go the arms of the Greek, added at once:
"May the Saviour be merciful to thee as I forgive thee."
Chilo dropped to the ground, and, supported on it with his hands,
turned his head like a wild beast caught in a snare, looking around
to see whence death might come. He did not trust his eyes and ears
yet, and dared not hope for forgiveness. Consciousness returned to
him slowly; his blue lips were still trembling from terror.
"Depart in peace!" said the Apostle, meanwhile.
Chilo rose, but could not speak. He approached the bed of
Vinicius,
as if seeking protection in it still; for he had not time yet to think
that that man, though he had used his services and was still his
accomplice, condemned him, while those against whom he had
acted forgave. This thought was to come to him later. At present
simply astonishment and incredulity were evident in his look.
Though he had seen that they forgave him, he wished to bear away
his head at the earliest from among these incomprehensible
people, whose kindness terrified him almost as much as their
cruelty would have terrified. It seemed to him that should he
remain longer, something unexpected would happen again; hence,
standing above Vinicius, he said with a broken voice, -- "Give the
letter, lord,--give the letter!" And snatching the tablet which
Vinicius handed him, he made one obeisance to the Christians,
another to the sick man, pushed along sidewise by the very wall,
and hurried out through the door. In the garden, when darkness
surrounded him, fear raised the hair on his head again, for he felt
sure that Ursus would rush out and kill him in the night. He would
have run with all his might, but his legs would not move; next
moment they were perfectly uncontrollable, for Ursus stood near
him really.
Chilo fell with his face to the earth, and began to groan: "Urban --
in Christ's name" -- But Urban said: "Fear not. The Apostle
commanded me to lead thee out beyond the gate, lest thou might
go astray in the darkness, and, if strength failed thee, to conduct
thee home."
"What dost thou say?" asked Chilo, raising his face. "What? Thou
wilt not kill me?"
"No, I will not; and if I seized thee too roughly and harmed a bone
in thee, pardon me."
"Help me to rise," said the Greek. "Thou wilt not kill me? Thou
wilt not? Take me to the Street; I will go farther alone."
Ursus raised him as he might a feather, and placed him on his feet;
then he conducted him through the dark corridor to the second
court. From there was a passage to the entrance and the street. In
the corridor Chilo repeated again in his soul, "It is all over with
me!" Only when he found himself on the street did he recover and
say, "I can go on alone."
"Peace be with thee."
"And with thee! and with thee! Let me draw breath."
And after Ursus had gone, he breathed with a full breast. He felt
his waist and hips, as if to convince himself that he was living, and
then moved forward with hurried step.
"But why did they not kill me?" And in spite of all his talk with
Euricius about Christian teaching, in spite of his conversation at
the river with Urban, and in spite of all that he had heard in
Ostrianum, he could find no answer to that question.
1 Aedon turned into a nightingale. _