y would be gladly given."

"Is it then a custom among Christians to betray one another?" asked
Lucullus in surprise.

"No, but sometimes one Christian will offer his own life to save that of
another."

"Impossible!"

"It is so in this instance."

"Who is it that is offered for this boy?"

"I Marcellus!"

At this astounding declaration Lucullus started back.

"You!" he cried.

"Yes, I myself."

"You are jesting. It is impossible."

"I am serious. It is for this that I have already exposed my life in
coming to you. I have shown the interest that I take in him by this
great risk. I will explain.

"This boy Pollio is the last of an ancient and noble Roman family. He is
the only son of his mother. His father died in battle. He belongs to the
Servilii."

"The Servilii! Is his mother the Lady Caecilia?"

"Yes. She is a refugee in the Catacombs. Her whole life and love is
wrapped up in this boy. Every day she lets him go up into the city, a
dangerous adventure, and in his absence she suffers indescribable agony.
Yet she is afraid to keep him there always for fear that the damp air
which is so fatal to children may cut him off. So she exposes him to
what she thinks is a smaller danger.

"This boy you have a prisoner. That mother has heard of it, and now lies
hovering between life and death. If you destroy him she too will die,
and one of the noblest and purest spirits in Rome will be no more.

"For these reasons I come to offer myself in exchange. What am I? I am
alone in the world. No life is wrapped up in mine. No one depends on me
for the present and the future. I fear not death. It may as well come
now as at any other time. It must come sooner or later, and I would
rather give my life as a ransom for a friend than lay it down uselessly.

"For these reasons, Lucullus, I implore you, by the sacred ties of
friendship, by your pity, by your promise to me, give me your assistance
now and take my life in exchange for him."

Lucullus rose to his feet and paced the room in great agitation.

"Why, O Marcellus," he cried at last, "do you try me so terribly?"

"My proposal is easy to receive."

"You forget that your life is precious to me."

"But think of this young lad."

"I pity him deeply. But do you think I can receive your life as a forfeit?"

"It is forfeited already, and will be surrendered sooner or later. I
pray you let it be yielded up while it may be of service."

"You shall not die as long a