ken alive, you appeared to save him--to save him, by Venus, at the
cost of your own sweet self. Well, most noble traitress, what now?"

"I ask that question of you, Gallus. What now? Marcus, whom you should
call no ill name, and who was overwhelmed through no fault of his own,
fighting like a hero, has vanished----"

"Across the Styx, I fear me. Indeed that would be best for him, since no
Roman must be taken prisoner and live."

"Nay, I think not, or at the least I hope he lives. My servant,
Nehushta, would nurse him for my sake, and for my sake the Essenes,
among whom I dwelt, would guard him, even to the loss of their own
lives. Unless his wound killed him I believe that Marcus is alive
to-day."

"And if that is so you wish to communicate with him?"

"What else, Gallus? Say, what fate will befall me when I reach Rome?"

"You will be kept safe till Titus comes. Then, according to his command,
you must walk in his Triumph, and after that, unless he changes his
mind, which is not likely, since he prides himself upon never having
reversed a decree, however hastily it was made, or even added to or
taken from a judgment, you must, alas! be set up in the Forum and sold
as a slave to the highest bidder."

"Sold as a slave to the highest bidder!" repeated Miriam faintly. "That
is a poor fate for a woman, is it not? Had it been that daughter of
yours who died, for instance, you would have thought it a poor fate for
her, would you not?"

"Do not speak of it, do not speak of it," muttered Gallus into his
beard. "Well, in this, as in other things, let us hope that fortune will
favour you."

"I should like Marcus to learn that I am to march in the Triumph, and
afterwards to be set up in the Forum and sold as a slave to the highest
bidder," said Miriam.

"I should like Marcus to learn--but, in the name of the gods--how is he
to learn, if he still lives? Look you, we sail to-morrow night. What do
you wish me to do?"

"I wish you to send a messenger to Marcus bearing a token from me to
him."

"A messenger! What messenger? Who can find him? I can despatch a
soldier, but your Marcus is with the Essenes, who for their own sakes
will keep him fast enough as a hostage, if they have cured him. Also the
Essenes live, according to your story, in some hyaena-burrow, opening out
of an underground quarry in Jerusalem, that is, if they have not been
discovered and killed long ago. How, then, will any soldier find their
hiding-plac