They must all get out again presently, and what a crush there
would be in the side exits if the vomitorium were closed! She longed to
call down, to warn the carpenters of the folly of their act. Or was it
that the youth of the town were to be pent into the stadium to hear some
new and more severe decree, while some of the more refractory were
secured?

It must be so. What a shame!

Then came a few vexilla of Numidian troopers at a slow pace. At their
head, on a particularly high horse, rode the legate, a very tall man. He
glanced up to the side where she was, and Melissa recognized the Egyptian
Zminis. At this her hand sought the place of her heart, for she felt as
though it had ceased to beat. What! This wretch, the deadly foe of her
father and brother, here, at the head of the Roman troops? Something
horrible, impossible, must be about to happen!

The sun was mirrored in the shining coat of his horse, and in the
lictor's axe he bore, carrying it like a commander's staff. He raised it
once, twice, and, high as she was above him, she could see how sharp the
contrast was between the yellow whites of his eyes and the swarthy color
of his face.

Now, for the third time, the bright steel of the axe flashed in the
sunshine, and immediately after trumpet-calls sounded and were repeated
at short intervals, which still, to her, seemed intolerably long. How
Melissa had presence of mind enough to count them she knew not, but she
did. At the seventh all was still, and soon after a short blast on the
tuba rang out from above, below, and from all sides of the stadium. Each
went like an arrow to the heart of the anxious, breathless girl. From the
moment when she had seen Zminis she had expected the worst, but the cry
of rage and despair from a thousand voices which now split her ear told
her how far the incredible reality outdid her most horrible imaginings.

Breathless, and with a throbbing brain, she leaned out as far as she
could, and neither felt the burning sun-which was now beginning to fall
on the western face of the temple--nor heeded the risk of being seen and
involving herself and her protectress in ruin. Trembling like a gazelle
in a frosty winter's night, she would gladly have withdrawn from the
window, but she felt as if some spell held her there. She longed to shut
her ears and eyes, but she could not help looking on. Her every instinct
prompted her to shriek for help, but she could not utter a sound.

There she s