Volume I Part 23 (1/2)
she exclaimed, ”I will always remember your fidelity and this hour!”
And she gave him her hand with emotion.
Cethegus slightly bent his head. ”Still one thing more, O Queen. The patriots, henceforward your friends as they are mine, know that the hate of the barbarians, the sword of destruction, hangs over their heads. Their anxious hearts require encouragement. Let me a.s.sure them of your high protection. Place your name at the head of this list, and let me thereby give them a visible sign of your favour.”
She took the golden stylus and the waxen tablets which he handed to her. For one moment she hesitated; then she quickly signed her name, and gave tablets and stylus back again. ”Here! They must be faithful to me; as faithful as yourself!”
At this moment Ca.s.siodorus entered. ”O Queen, the Gothic n.o.bles await you. They wish to speak with you.”
”I come! They shall learn my will!” she said vehemently; ”but you, Ca.s.siodorus, shall be the first to know the decision to which I have come during this trying hour, and which will soon be known to my whole kingdom. Henceforward the Prefect of Rome is the first of my servants, as he is the most faithful. He has the place of honour in my trust and near my throne.”
Much astonished, Ca.s.siodorus led the Queen up the dark steps.
Cethegus followed slowly. He held up the tablets in his hand, and said to himself: ”Now you are mine, daughter of Theodoric! Your name upon this list severs you for ever from your people!”
CHAPTER II.
As Cethegus emerged from the subterranean chamber into the ground-floor of the palace, and prepared to follow the Queen, his ear was caught and his progress arrested by the solemn and sorrowful tones of flutes. He guessed what it meant.
His first impulse was to turn aside. But he presently decided to remain.
It would happen some time, therefore it was best at once. He must find out how far she was informed.
The tones of the flutes came nearer, alternating with a monotonous dirge. Cethegus stepped into a wide niche of the dark corridor, into which the head of a little procession already turned.
Foremost came, two by two, six n.o.ble Roman maidens, covered with grey mourning veils, carrying reversed torches. Then followed a priest, before whom was borne the tall banner of the Cross, with long streamers. Next came a troop of the freedmen of the family of Boethius, led by Corbulo and the flute-players. Then followed, borne by four Roman girls, an open coffin, covered with flowers. Upon it lay, on a white linen cloth, the dead Camilla, in bridal ornaments, a wreath in her dark hair, an expression of smiling peace upon her slightly-opened lips.
Behind the coffin, with loosened hair, staring fixedly before her, came the unhappy mother, surrounded by matrons, who supported her sinking form.
A company of female slaves closed the procession, which slowly disappeared into the vault.
Cethegus recognised the sobbing Daphnidion, and stopped her.
”When did she die?” he asked calmly.
”Oh, sir, a few hours ago! Oh, the good, kind, beautiful Domna!”
”Did she ever awaken to full consciousness?”
”No, sir, never. Only quite at the last she once more opened her large eyes, and appeared to seek for something. 'Where has he gone?' she asked her mother. 'Ah, I see him!' she then cried, and rose from her cus.h.i.+ons. 'Child, my child, where will you go?' cried my mistress, weeping. 'Oh, there!' she replied with a rapturous smile; 'to the Isles of the Blessed!' and she closed her eyes and fell back upon her couch; that lovely smile remained upon her lips--and she was gone, gone for ever!”
”Who has caused her to be brought down here?”
”The Queen. She learned everything, and gave orders that the deceased, as the bride of her son, should be laid beside him and buried in the same tomb.”
”But what says the physician? How could she die so suddenly?”
”Alas! the physician saw her only for a moment; he was too much occupied with the royal corpse; and then my mistress would not suffer the strange man to touch her daughter. It is just her heart that has been broken; one can easily die of that! But peace--they come!”
The procession returned in the same order as before, but without the coffin. Daphnidion joined it. Only Rusticiana was missing.