my tongue to praise him and my knees to bend. I
should need to bow my head for fear of losing it. Know you not of
Alexander and Aristobulus and the dear, beloved Mariamne--how they
died? You--poor fool!--you would be lucky if he made you master of the
stables!"

"But he has promised--"

"Promised! If you care to live a day after he is king remind him not
of his promises."

"Think you Antipater would dare to take my life? I am an officer of
Augustus."

"Oh, beautiful boy!" she laughed. "He would be no toy of Caesar. He
dreams of conquest. He will gather an army in Judea, Parthia, and
Arabia. He will attack Caesar, and Caesar is growing old. Do you not
know it is long since Actium?"

Alarm had risen to the eyes of the young Roman, his lips were now
trembling. "What is your plan?" he whispered.

"Betray the council," said she. "Tell the king and write to Caesar
about it. So you will prove your faithfulness and devotion. Loving
Caesar, you have been a spy self-appointed. Antipater shall be put to
death, and we--we shall have honor and glory and, maybe, a palace of
many towers."

She put her arms about his neck and gave him a look whose meaning he
understood.

"By all the gods! you are worthy to be the wife as well as the daughter
of a king," he whispered, his cheeks red with enthusiasm. "But they
will think me a poor spy if I give not the names of the conspirators,
and how may I?"

"But the God-fearing fool, Vergilius--you know he is of them?"

"I am sure--I heard his voice, but I have not seen him."

"You shall see him," said she, with rising fury in her eyes; "and I
shall see him"--she paused, her hands clinched, her tongue sorting hot
words--"melting in fire," she added, fiercely. She clapped her hands;
she leaned forward, her body shaking with a silent, horrible laughter
of the spirit.

A moment she seemed to dwell upon the awful picture. Then, turning to
Manius; "Give the password to my father and let him go and listen. I
promise you their names shall not be long a secret. He must hear all.
Give him plans of that chamber so he may guard the exits."

"I will do my part, dear and wonderful daughter of Herod! To-morrow I
shall begin the good work." So saying the Roman embraced Salome and
spoke his farewell.

Having left her, he went to his own palace and sat awhile pondering.

"But if Herod is there," said he to himself, "and the soldiers come in
with lights and the council memb