Part 18 (2/2)

”I think in a few days. I will find out.”

”As you love your own life do so! I will call on each day at this hour. If Pratinas is at home, leave some bright garment outside near the door, that I may not stumble on him. Deceive or betray me, and my masters will take a terrible revenge on you; for you haven't the least idea what is the power of the men Pratinas has for enemies.”

Agias turned to depart. Then to Artemisia:--

”And you, my pretty,--when I come again, I will try to stay longer, and make you feel as glad to see Agias, as Agias will be to see Artemisia.”

Agias was descending the stairs, when Sesostris called him back with a whisper.

”You are a dreadful youth; but since I am so utterly in your power, hear something that may prove that I am not a knave at heart. You have a fancy to the girl?”

”Certainly I have eyes for her face, and ears for her sweet little voice,” said Agias, smiling.

”Then listen,” went on the Ethiop; ”I care for the dear more than anything else in the world. She said she was Pratinas's niece. It isn't true. She is a slave-girl he picked up when very little at Delos,[100] as he told me, though I doubt it. He took a fancy to her, and really thought of adopting her. Then his soul became so set on money, that he saw she would fetch a great price when grown; and sell her he will. He still pretends to call her his niece; but that won't be for long. He is teaching her to sing, to add to her value. _A!_ But my old heart is almost breaking for her sake. _Mu, mu!_” and Sesostris puffed his groans through his nostrils. ”Think of it! He has an idea to sell her to that rich Roman, Lucius Calatinus--and then I don't dare hint what will be her fate.”

[100] At this period the great slave emporium of the world.

”Calatinus!” hissed Agias, concentrating volumes of scorn into a word.

”You know him! You hate him!” cried Sesostris. ”Then by Ammon-Ra, by Isis, by every G.o.d in whom you believe, save my darling from worse than death! Do that, and I will die for you!”

Sesostris's emotion was too genuine to be a mere trap for ensnaring his visitor; and Agias in turn was stirred.

”Old man,” he exclaimed, seizing the other's hand, ”you and I have suffered much from evil masters. Thank the G.o.ds, I am now serving one I love--albeit unfortunate enough! But we have a common right to punish the wrongdoers, and earn a little bit of happiness for ourselves. Come, now! If Artemisia is a slave, she is in no wise above me. Let me save Drusus from Pratinas, and I pledge my word that I will save Artemisia from him and his nefarious schemes,--yes, and you, too.

If Artemisia likes me, why then there will be perhaps more to add to the story. Come--I am your friend, and you, mine.”

Sesostris wrung the other's hand. The honest servant was moved too much to speak. His heart and soul had been bound up in Artemisia.

”May your _Ka_[101] stand before Osiris justified!” he choked. ”I have been privy to many a dark action, until I used to try to forget the day when I must answer to the Judge of the Dead for every deed done and word spoken. But I could not stifle my fear for the only dear thing in the world.”

[101] The spiritual double which belonged to every man according to the Egyptian ideas.

Agias went away in a happy frame of mind. He had every confidence that Sesostris would worm out of Pratinas the exact details of the plot, and put the conspirators at the mercy of Drusus and Mamercus.

And Agias had felt there was good reason to rejoice in his discovery in more ways than one. Especially was he conscious that there were no lips as red and as merry, no cheeks as rosy, no eyes as dancing, no chatter as sweet, as those of Artemisia. And what is more, he rejoiced to believe that that young lady was not half so shy of him as at first, and was as anxious to see him as he to see her. Thanks to due warnings and precautions, Agias never stumbled on Pratinas, when the latter was at his lodgings. The time he dared to stay was all too short for Artemisia. She was always telling how lonesome she was with only old Sesostris for company, before she knew Agias. Once when the latter was late in his daily visit, he was delighted to find scribbled on the wall, ”Artemisia to her Agias: you are real mean.” Agias hated to make her erase it lest it fall under Pratinas's eagle eye.

But still Sesostris had nothing to tell about the plot against Drusus.

Some days pa.s.sed. Agias began to grow uneasy. Sesostris had represented that he was conversant with everything his master had on foot; but Pratinas might have been more discreet than to unfold all his affairs, even before his servant; and then, too, there was always the possibility that Sesostris was playing fast and loose, and about to betray Agias to his master. So the latter grew disquieted, and found it a little hard to preserve the character of cheerful mystery which he simulated to Cornelia. The long-sought information came at a time when he was really off his guard. Agias had been visiting Artemisia. Sesostris as well as Pratinas had been out; the two young people were amusing themselves trying to teach a pet magpie to speak, when the Ethiop rushed into the room, all in a tremble with anxious excitement.

”_A! A!_” he was ejaculating. ”Up, speed, don't delay! There's murder afoot!”

Agias let the bird slip from his hands, and never noticed that it fluttered on its clipped wings around the room, to Artemisia's infinite dismay.

”What? Is the plot hatched?”

”Yes, yes,” puffed Sesostris, great beads of perspiration on his honest face. ”I was attending Pratinas when he met Lucius Ahen.o.barbus in the Forum. They veiled their talk, but I readily caught its drift.

Dumnorix went yesterday with the pick of his band to Anagnia for some games. To-morrow he will return through Praeneste, and the deed will be done. Phaon, Ahen.o.barbus's freedman, has started already for Praeneste to spy out the ground and be ready to direct Dumnorix where, when, and how to find Drusus. Phaon has been spying at Praeneste, and is the dangerous man!”

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