Part 42 (2/2)

Demetrius still strained at his cousin's arm.

”Listen, Agias,” he said, still hoa.r.s.ely. ”Only yesterday I ran upon you by chance in the crowd. We have many things to tell one another, chiefly I to tell you. Why do I hate Lucius Domitius? Why should you hate him? Who made you a slave and me an outlaw? Your father died bankrupt; you know it was said that Philias, his partner, ruined him.

That was truth, but not the whole truth. Philias was under deep obligations to a certain Roman then in the East, who knew of several crimes Philias had committed, crimes that would bring him to the cross if discovered. Do you understand?”

”Hardly,” said Agias, still bewildered. ”I was very young then.”

”I will go on. It was shortly before Pompeius returned to Rome from the East. Your father had charge of the banking firm in Alexandria, Philias of the branch at Antioch. I was a clerk in the Antioch banking-house. I knew that Philias was misusing his partner's name and credit. The Roman whom I have mentioned knew it too, and had a supple Greek confidant who shared his spoils and gave the touches to his schemes. He had good cause to know: he was levying blackmail on Philias. At last a crisis came; the defalcation could be concealed no longer. Philias was duly punished; he was less guilty than he seemed.

But the Roman--who had forced from him the money--he was high on the staff of the proconsul--let his confederate and tool suffer for his own fault. He kept his peace. I would not have kept mine; I would not have let the real ruiner of my uncle escape. But the Roman had me seized, with the aid of his Greek ally; he charged me with treasonable correspondence with the Parthians. He, through his influence with the proconsul, had me bound to the oar as a galley slave for life. I would have been executed but for another Roman, of the governor's suite, who was my friend. He pleaded for my life; he believed me innocent. He saved my life--on what terms! But that is not all he did. He bribed my guards; I escaped and turned outlaw. I joined the last remnants of the Cilician pirates, the few free mariners who have survived Pompeius's raid. And here I am in Rome with one of my s.h.i.+ps, disguised as a trader, riding at the river wharf.”

”And the name of the Roman who ruined you and my father?” said Agias.

”Was Lucius Domitius. The friend who saved me was s.e.xtus Drusus, son of Marcus Drusus, the reformer. And if I do not recompense them both as they deserve, I am not Demetrius the pirate, captain of seven s.h.i.+ps!”

”You will never recompense s.e.xtus Drusus,” remarked Agias, quietly.

”He has been dead, slain in Gaul, these five years.”

”Such is the will of the G.o.ds,” said Demetrius, looking down.

”But he has left a son.”

”Ah! What sort of a man?”

”The n.o.blest of all n.o.ble Romans. He is the Quintus Drusus who saved my life, as last night I told you.”

”Mithras be praised! The name is so common among these Latins that I did not imagine any connection when you mentioned it. What can I do to serve him?”

”Immediately, nothing. He is with Caesar, and, as you see, the enemies of the Imperator are not likely, at present, to work his friends much mischief. Yet it is singular that his chief enemy and yours are so near akin. Lucius Ahen.o.barbus, son of Domitius, is thirsting for Drusus's blood.”

”If I had my sword!” muttered Demetrius, clapping his hand to his thigh. ”It is not too late to run after the fugitives!”

”Come, come,” remonstrated Agias, feeling that his newly found cousin was indeed a fearful and wonderful man after twelve years of lawless and G.o.dless freebooter's life. ”At my lodgings we will talk it all over; and there will be time enough to scheme the undoing of Domitius and all his family.”

And with these words he led the sanguinary sea-king away.

Agias indeed found in Demetrius a perfect mine of b.l.o.o.d.y romance and adventure. It had been the banking clerk's misfortune, not his fault, that every man's hand had been against him and his against every man.

Demetrius had been declared an outlaw to Roman authority; and Roman authority at that time stretched over very nearly every quarter of the civilized world. Demetrius had been to India, to intercept the Red Sea traders. He had been beyond the Pillars of Hercules and set foot on those then half-mythical islands of the Canaries. He had plundered a hundred merchantmen; he had fought a score of Roman government galleys; he had been princ.i.p.al or accessory to the taking of ten thousand lives. All this had been forced upon him, because there was no tolerable spot on the planet where he might settle down and be free from the grasp of punishment for a crime he had never committed.

Demetrius had boldly come up to Rome on a light undecked yacht.[158]

The harbor masters had been given to understand that the captain of the craft was an Asiatic princeling, who was visiting the capital of the world out of a quite legitimate curiosity. If they had had any doubts, they accepted extremely large fees and said nothing. The real object of the venture was to dispose of a large collection of rare gems and other valuables that Demetrius had collected in the course of his wanderings. Despite the perturbed state of the city, the worthy pirate had had little difficulty in arranging with certain wealthy jewellers, who asked no questions, when they bought, at a very large discount, bargains of a most satisfactory character. And so it came to pa.s.s, by the merest luck, that the two cousins were thrown together in a crowd, and partly Agias, through his dim childish recollections of his unfortunate relative, and partly Demetrius, through memories of his uncle's boy and the close resemblance of the lad to his father, had been prompted first to conversation, then to mutual inquiries, then to recognition.

[158] A _celox_ of one bank of oars, a small s.h.i.+p much used by the pirates.

Demetrius had no intention of leaving Rome for a few days. Under existing circ.u.mstances the chances of his arrest were not worth considering. His cousin was eager to show him all the sights; and the freebooter was glad of a little relaxation from his roving life, glad to forget for an instant that his country was his squadron, his rights at law were his cutla.s.s. Moreover, he had taken a vast liking to Agias; deeply dipped in blood himself, he dared not desire his cousin to join him in his career of violence--yet he could not part with the bright, genial lad so hastily. Agias needed no entreaties, therefore, to induce his cousin to enjoy his hospitality.

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