s
though he were engaged in prayer. Then, seeing that it was the hour of
sunset, he rose, wrapped himself in a long dark cloak, such as was worn
by Roman officers, and went out.

CHAPTER XXIX

HOW MARCUS CHANGED HIS FAITH

Caleb was not the only one who heard the evil tidings of the ship
_Luna_; it came to the ears of the bishop Cyril also, since little of
any moment passed within the city of Rome which the Christians did not
know.

Like Caleb, he satisfied himself of the truth of the matter by an
interview with the captain of the _Imperatrix_. Then with a sorrowful
heart he departed to the prison near the Temple of Mars. Here the warden
told him that Marcus wished to see no one, but answering "Friend, my
business will not wait," he pushed past the man and entered the room
beyond. Marcus was standing up in the centre of it, in his hand a
drawn sword of the short Roman pattern, which, on catching sight of his
visitor, he cast upon the table with an exclamation of impatience. It
fell beside a letter addressed to "The Lady Miriam in Tyre. To be given
into her own hand."

"Peace be with you," said the bishop, searching his face with his quiet
eyes.

"I thank you, friend," answered Marcus, smiling strangely, "I need
peace, and--seek it."

"Son," asked the bishop, "what were you about to do?"

"Friend," answered Marcus, "If you desire to know, I was about to fall
upon my sword. One more minute and I should have been dead. They brought
it me with the cloak and other things. It was thoughtful of them, and I
guessed their meaning."

Cyril lifted the sword from the table and cast it into a corner of the
room.

"God be thanked," he said, "Who led my feet here in time to save you
from this sin. Why, because it has pleased Him to take her life, should
you seek to take your own?"

"Her life?" said Marcus. "What dreadful words are these. Her life! Whose
life?"

"The life of Miriam. I came to tell you. She is drowned upon the seas
with all her company."

For a moment Marcus stood swaying to and fro like a drunken man. Then he
said:

"Is it so indeed? Well, the more reason that I should make haste to
follow her. Begone and leave me to do the deed alone," and he stepped
towards the sword.

Cyril set his foot upon the shining blade.

"What is this madness?" he asked. "If you did not know of Miriam's
death, why do you desire to kill yourself?"

"Because I have lost more than Miriam. Man, they have robbed me of