Volume I Part 41 (2/2)

”What a triumph!” cried Theodora joyfully. ”A bet of two centenaria of gold; it is mine! News? Whence? from Italy?” she cried to a slave who just entered with letters.

”Yes, mistress, from Florence; from the Gothic Princess, Gothelindis. I know the Gorgon-seal; and from Silverius, the archdeacon.”

”Give me them,” said Theodora, ”I will take them with me to church. The mirror, Elpis.”

A young slave came forward with an oval plate of brilliantly-polished silver, in a gold frame, richly set with pearls, and standing on a strong foot of ivory.

Poor Elpis had a hard service.

During the completion of the toilet she had to hold the heavy plate, and, following every movement of her restless mistress, turn it, so that the latter could always look at her own reflection, and woe to Elpis if she were too late in turning!

”What is there to buy, Zephyris?” the Empress asked a dark-skinned Lybian freed-woman, who just then brought her a tame snake to caress, which lay in a small basket upon soft moss.

”Oh, nothing particular,” answered the Lybian. ”Come, Glauke,” she added, taking a snowy white chlamys, embroidered with gold, from a clothes-press, and carefully spreading it out upon her arms, waited until Glauke took it from her, and, at one throw, arranged it in graceful folds upon the shoulders of the Empress, clasping it with the white girdle, and fastening one end upon her pearly shoulder with a golden brooch, which, formed in the shape of the dove of Venus, now represented the sign of the Holy Ghost.

Glauke, the daughter of an Athenian sculptor, had studied the folds of the chlamys for years, and for this reason had been bought by the Empress at a cost of many thousand solidi. The whole day long this was her sole occupation.

”Sweet-scented soap-b.a.l.l.s,” said Zephyris, ”have just arrived from Spain. A new Milesian fairy-tale has just come out. And the old Egyptian is there again, with his Nile-water,” she added in a low tone; ”he says it is unfailing. The Persian Queen, who was childless for eight years----”

Theodora turned away sighing; a shadow pa.s.sed across her smooth face.

”Send him away,” she said; ”this hope is past forever.” And, for a moment, it seemed as if she would have sunk into a melancholy reverie.

But she roused herself, and, beckoning to Galatea, she went back to her bed, took a crushed wreath of ivy which lay upon the pillow, and gave it to the old woman, whispering:

”For Anicius, send it to him. The jewels, Erigone!”

Erigone, with the help of two other slaves, brought forward, with great trouble, a heavy bronze casket, the lid of which, representing the workshop of Vulcan in embossed figures, was closed with the seal of the Empress.

Erigone showed that the seal was intact, and then opened the lid. Many a girl stood upon her tiptoes to catch a glance at the s.h.i.+ning treasures.

”Will you wear the summer rings, mistress?” asked Erigone.

”No,” said Theodora, looking into the casket, ”the time for those is over. Give me the heavy ones, the emeralds.”

Erigone handed to her rings, earrings, and bracelet.

”How beautifully,” said Antonina, looking up from her pious verses, ”how beautifully the white of the pearls contrasts with the green of the stones.”

”It was one of Cleopatra's treasures,” said the Empress indifferently; ”the Jew swore to its pedigree.”

”But you linger long,” said Antonina. ”Justinian's litter was already waiting as I came up.”

”Yes, mistress,” said a young slave anxiously, ”the slave at the sundial has already announced the fourth hour. Hasten, mistress!”

A p.r.i.c.k with the lancet was the only answer.

”Would you teach your Empress!” but she whispered to Antonina: ”We must not spoil the men; they must always wait for us, never we for them. My ostrich fan, Thais. Go, Ione, tell the Cappadocian slaves to come to my litter.” And she turned to go.

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