Part 27 (1/2)
'Pangs that shall keep thee hours dying,' cried the Prefect--'thy body racked and rent--torn piecemeal one part from another--this is worse than death. Bethink thee well. Do not believe that Varus will relent.'
'That were the last thing to find faith with one who knows him as well as Macer does,' replied the Christian.
A flush of pa.s.sion pa.s.sed over the face of Varus. But he proceeded in the same even tone,
'Is thy election made, Macer?'
'It is made.'
'Slaves,' cried the Prefect, 'away with him to the rack, and ply it well.'
'Yes,' repeated p.r.o.nto, springing with eager haste from his seat, that he might lose nothing of what was to be seen or heard, 'away with him to the rack, and ply it well.'
Unmoved and unresisting, his face neither pale nor his limbs trembling, did Macer surrender himself into the hands of those horrid ministers of a cruel and b.l.o.o.d.y faith, who then hastily approached him, and seizing him dragged him toward their worse than h.e.l.l. Accomplished in their art, for every day is it put to use, Macer was in a moment thrown down and lashed to the iron bars; when, each demon having completed the preparation, he stood leaning upon his wheel for a last sign from the Prefect. It was instantly given, and while the breath even of every being in the vast hall was suspended, through an intense interest in the scene, the creating of the engine, as it began to turn, sounded upon the brain like thunder. Not a groan nor a sigh was heard from the sufferer.
The engine turned till it seemed as if any body or substance laid upon it must have been wrenched asunder. Then it stopt. And the minutes counted to me like hours or ages ere the word was given, and the wheels unrestrained flew back again to their places. Macer was then unbound. He at first lay where he was thrown upon the pavement. But his life was yet strong within his iron frame. He rose at length upon his feet, and was again led to the presence of his judges. His eye had lost nothing of its wild fire, nor his air any thing of its lofty independence.
Varus again addressed him.
'Christian, you have felt what there is in Roman justice. Reject not again what Roman mercy again offers thee--life freely, honor too, and office, if thou wilt return once more to the bosom of the fond mother who reared thee.'
'Yes,' said Fronto, 'thy mother who reared thee! Die not with the double guilt of apostacy and ingrat.i.tude upon thy soul.'
'Varus,' said Macer, 'art thou a fool, a very fool, to deem that thy word can weigh more with me than Christ? Make not thyself a laughingstock to me and such Christians as may be here. The torments of thy importunity are worse to me than those of thy engines.'
'I wish thee well, Macer; 'tis that which makes me thus a fool,'
'So, Varus, does Satan wish his victim well, to whom he offers his luscious baits. But what is it when the bait is swallowed, and h.e.l.l is all that has been gained? What should I gain, but to live with thee, O greater fool?'
'Think, Macer, of thy wife and children.'
At those names, Macer bent his head and folded his hands upon his breast, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Till then there had been, as it seemed, a blessed forgetfulness of all but himself and the scene before him. Varus, misinterpreting this his silence, and taking it for the first sign of repentance, hastily cried out,
'There is the altar, Macer.--Slave! hold to him the sacred libation; he will now pour it out.'
Instantly a slave held out to him a silver ladle filled with wine.
Macer at the same instant struck it with his sinewy arm and sent it whirling to the ceiling.
'Bind him again to the rack,' cried the Prefect, leaping from his seat; 'and let him have it till the nerves break.'
Macer was again seized and stretched upon the iron bed--this time upon another, of different construction, and greater power. Again the infernal machine was worked by the naked slaves, and, as it was wound up, inflicting all that it was capable of doing without absolutely destroying life, groans and screams of fierce agony broke from the suffering Christian. How long our ears were a.s.sailed by those terrific cries, I cannot say. They presently died away, as I doubted not, only because Macer himself had expired under the torment. When they had wholly ceased, the engine was reversed and Macer again unbound. He fell lifeless upon the floor. Varus, who had sat the while conversing with Fronto, now said,
'Revive him, and return him hither.'
Water was then thrown upon him, and powerful drinks were forced down his throat. They produced in a little while their intended effect, and Macer gave signs of returning life. He presently gazed wildly around him, and came gradually to a consciousness of where and what he was. His limbs refused their office, and he was supported and partly lifted to the presence of Varus.
'Now, Galilean,' cried Varus, 'again, how is it with thee?'
'Better than with thee, I trust in G.o.d.'