Volume Ii Part 45 (1/2)
And, pointing with her finger, she began to read.
”Why this disguise?” asked Mataswintha. ”It is suspicious. He must be arrested.”
”No, no, mistress,” whispered Aspa; ”dost thou know what these letters mean? No other eye than mine can decipher them for thee.”
”Well?” asked Mataswintha.
”They say,” whispered Aspa, ”Syphax owes a life to his master, Cethegus the Prefect.' Yes, yes, I know him; it is Syphax, the son of Hiempsal, a friend of my family. The G.o.ds have sent him to us.”
”Yes, Aspa,” said Mataswintha, ”the G.o.ds have sent him: the G.o.ds of revenge! Goths, lay this wounded man upon a bier, and follow my slave to the palace. Henceforward he shall be employed in my service.”
CHAPTER IV.
A few days later Mataswintha again repaired to the camp, this time unaccompanied by Aspa, for the latter never stirred, by day or night, from the bedside of her wounded countryman, who was rapidly recovering under her careful nursing.
King Witichis himself came to fetch the Queen with all his court, for a most important council of war was to be held in his tent. The arrival of the last reinforcements had been reported, and Guntharis and Hildebad were also expected to return with the reply of Belisarius to the proposal of peace.
”This will be a fateful day,” said Witichis to his consort. ”Pray to Heaven for peace.”
”I pray for war,” said Mataswintha, with a fixed stare.
”Does thy woman's heart so long for revenge?”
”For revenge alone, and it will be mine!”
They entered the tent, which was already crowded with Gothic leaders.
Mataswintha returned their reverent greetings with a haughty bend of her neck.
”Are the amba.s.sadors here?” the King asked old Hildebrand, as he seated himself. ”Then bring them in.”
At a sign from the old man, the curtains at the side of the tent were withdrawn, and Duke Guntharis and Hildebad entered, bowing low.
”What bring you, peace or war?” Witichis asked eagerly.
”War! war, King Witichis!” cried both men with one voice.
”What! Belisarius refuses the sacrifice I offered him? Hast thou communicated my proposal to him in a friendly and earnest manner?”
Duke Guntharis stepped forward and answered:
”I met the commander in the Capitol, as the guest of the Prefect, and I said to him: 'The Gothic King, Witichis, sends thee greeting. In thirty days he will march before these walls with a hundred and fifty thousand valiant Goths, and there will be a strife and struggle for this venerable city, such as her bloodstained soil has not witnessed for a thousand years. The King of the Goths loves peace even more than victory, and he swears to yield the island of Sicilia to the Emperor Justinian, and stand by him in every war with thirty thousand Goths, if you will at once evacuate Rome and Italy, which belong to us by right of conquest, as well as according to the treaty with Emperor Zeno, who conceded them to Theodoric when he had overthrown Odoacer.' Thus I spoke, according to thy command. But Belisarius laughed, and cried: 'Witichis is very kind to yield to me the island of Sicilia, which belongs to me already, and is no more his. I will give him instead the island of Thule! No. The treaty of Theodoric with Zeno was a forced one, and as to the right of conquest--well, that speaks now for us. No peace except upon these conditions: that the whole Gothic army lay down their arms, and the entire nation march over the Alps, sending their King and Queen as hostages to Byzantium.'”
A murmur of indignation ran through the tent.
”Without making any reply to such a proposition,” continued Guntharis, ”we turned our backs angrily and departed. 'We shall meet again in Ravenna!' Belisarius cried after us.”
”Then I turned,” added Hildebad, ”and cried: 'We shall meet again before Rome!' Up, King Witichis! to arms! Thou hast done thine utmost for peace, and hast only reaped humiliation. Up, then! Long enough hast thou lingered and prepared; lead us now to battle!”
Just then a flourish of trumpets was heard in the camp, followed by the sound of the hoof-beats of approaching horses.