Volume I Part 39 (1/2)
Galatea was an aged slave, the nurse, attendant, and, we regret to add, the procuress of Theodora, when the latter was only the bespangled daughter of Acacius the lion-keeper, and, while yet almost a child, the already deeply-corrupted favourite of the great Circus.
Galatea had faithfully shared all the humiliations and triumphs, the vices and cunning of the adventuress's life until the latter had attained to the imperial throne.
”How hast thou slept, my dove?” asked Galatea, handing to Theodora in a vessel of amber the aromatic essence which the town of Adana, in Sicily, was forced to send in large quant.i.ties for the Empress's use as a yearly tribute.
”Well; I dreamt of him.”
”Of Alexandros?”
”No, thou fool! of the handsome Anicius.”
”But Alexandros has been waiting for some time already; outside in the secret niche.”
”He is impatient,” said the Empress, smiling; ”well then, let him in!”
And she leaned back upon the long divan, drawing a cover of purple silk over her; but the delicate ankles of her beautiful feet remained visible.
Galatea bolted the princ.i.p.al door, through which she had entered, and crossed the room to the opposite corner, which was filled by a colossal bronze statue of Justinian. She touched a spring, and the seemingly immovable ma.s.s turned on one side, exposing a small opening in the wall, which was completely hidden by the statue in its normal position.
A dark curtain was drawn before this opening. Galatea lifted the curtain and Alexandros hurried in. He threw himself on his knees before the Empress, caught her small hand and covered it with kisses.
Theodora gently drew it away.
”It is very imprudent, Alexandros,” said she, leaning back her lovely head, ”to admit a lover to the toilet of his mistress. What says the poet: 'All things serve beauty. Yet it is no pleasant sight to see that in preparation which only pleases when complete.' But I promised, when you left for Ravenna, to admit you to my toilet, and you richly deserve your reward. You have ventured much for me. Fasten the braids tighter,”
she cried to Galatea, who had now commenced the task, entrusted to her alone, of dressing the splendid hair of her mistress. ”You have risked your life for me, Alexandros!” and she gave him two fingers of her right hand.
”Oh, Theodora!” cried the youth, ”to gain but this one moment I would die ten times over!”
”But,” she continued, ”why did you not send me a copy of the barbarian Queen's last letter to Justinian?”
”It was not possible; there was no time. I could send no more messengers from my s.h.i.+p. I barely succeeded, after landing, in sending you word that her picture was among the presents. You came just at the right moment!”
”Yes; what would become of me if I did not pay Justinian's door-keepers twice as well as he? But, most imprudent of amba.s.sadors! how stupid you were about the date!”
”Oh, loveliest daughter of Cyprus! I had not seen you for months! I could think of nothing but you and your wonderful beauty!”
”Well, I suppose I must forgive you.--Galatea, bring me the black fillet.--You are a better lover than a statesman, Alexandros. Therefore I have kept you here. Yes, you were to have gone once more to Ravenna!
But I think I will send an older amba.s.sador, and keep the young one for myself. Shall I?”
Alexandros, becoming bolder and more ardent, sprang up and pressed a kiss upon her rosy lips.
”Hold, traitor!” she scolded, and struck his cheek lightly with a fan of flamingo-feathers. ”Enough for to-day. To-morrow you may come again, and tell me about the barbarian beauties. I must have the next hour for another.”
”For another!” cried Alexandros, starting back. ”So what they whisper in the gymnasiums and baths of Byzantium is true! You ever faithless----”
”Theodora's friends must never be jealous,” laughed the Empress. It was no sweet laughter. ”But this time you may be quite easy; you shall meet him yourself. Go.”
Galatea took the reluctant lover by the shoulders, without ceremony, and pushed him behind the statue and out of the secret door.