words that no maiden should hear."

"Do you dare to argue with me, you foul-tongued camp scavenger?" shouted
Gallus. "Here, guard, lash him to that tree! Fear not, daughter; the
insult shall be avenged; we shall teach his dirty tongue to sing another
tune," and again he cursed him, naming him by new names.

"Oh! sir, sir," broke in Miriam, "what are you about to do? This man
offered me no insult, none of them offered me anything except kind words
and flowers."

"Then how is it that you weep?" asked Gallus suspiciously.

"I wept, being still weak, because they who are conquerors were so kind
to one who is a slave and an outcast."

"Oh!" said Gallus. "Well, guard, you need not tie him up this time, but
after all I take back nothing that I have said, seeing that in this way
or in that they did make you weep. What business had they to insult you
with their kindness? Men, henceforth you will be so good as to remember
that this maiden is the property of Titus Caesar, and after Caesar, of
myself, in whose charge he placed her. If you have any offerings to make
to her, and I do not dissuade you from that practice, they must be made
through me. Meanwhile, there is a cask of wine, that good old stuff from
the Lebanon which I had bought for the voyage. If you should wish to
drink the health of our--our captive, it is at your service."

Then taking Miriam by the hand he led her into the eating-tent, still
grumbling at the soldiers, who for their part laughed and sent for the
wine. They knew their captain's temper, who had served with them through
many a fight, and knew also that this crazed Pearl-Maiden whom he saved
had twined herself into his heart, as was her fortune with most men of
those among whom from time to time fate drove her to seek shelter.

In the tent Miriam found two places set, one for herself and one for the
captain Gallus.

"Don't talk to me," he said, "but sit down and eat, for little enough
you have swallowed all the time you were sick, and we sail to-morrow
evening at the latest, after which, unless you differ from most women,
little enough will you swallow on these winter seas until it pleases
whatever god we worship to bring us to the coasts of Italy. Now here are
oysters brought by runner from Sidon, and I command that you eat six of
them before you say a word."

So Miriam ate the oysters obediently, and after the oysters, fish,
and after the fish the breast of a woodcock. But from the autumn lamb