Part 55 (1/2)

”Your presence, sir,” she said haughtily, to the h.e.l.lene, ”is needed no longer.” And she pointed down the gallery.

Pratinas flushed, hesitated as if for once at a loss, and nimbly vanished. Lentulus sat in speechless astonishment ”Uncle,” continued Cornelia, ”what may I do for you? I did not know till last evening that you were here.”

But ere the other could reply the figure in the corner had sprung up, and flung itself at the lady's feet.

”Save me! save me! By all that you hold dear, save my life! I have loved you. I thought once that you loved me. Plead for me! Pray for me! Anything that I may but live!”

”_Vah_, wretch!” cried the consular; and he spurned Ahen.o.barbus with his foot. ”It is indeed well that you have not married into family of mine! If you can do naught else, you can at least die with dignity as becomes a Roman patrician--and not beg intercession from this woman who has cut herself off from all her kin by disobedience.”

”Uncle,” cried Cornelia in distress, ”must we be foes to the end? Must our last words be of bitterness?”

”Girl,” thundered the unbending Lentulus, ”when a Roman maiden disobeys, there is no expiation. You are no niece of mine. I care not how you came here. I accept nothing at your hands. I will not hear your story. If I must die, it is to die cursing your name. Go! I have no more words for you!”

But Ahen.o.barbus caught the skirt of Cornelia's robe, and pleaded and moaned. ”Let them imprison him in the lowest dungeons, load him with the heaviest fetters; place upon him the most toilsome labour--only let him still see the light and breathe the air!”

”Uncle,” said Cornelia, ”I will plead for you despite your wrath---though little may my effort avail. You are my father's brother, and neither act of yours nor of mine can make you otherwise.

But as for you, Lucius Ahen.o.barbus,”--and her words came hot and thick, as she hissed out her contempt,--”though I beg for your life, know this, that if I despised you less I would not so do. I despise you too much to hate; and if I ask to have you live, it is because I know the pains of a base and ign.o.ble life are a myriad fold more than those of a swift and honourable death. Were I your judge--I would doom you; doom you _to live_ and know the sting of your ignominy!”

She left them; and hatred and pity, triumph and anguish, mingled within her. She went to the young King Ptolemaeus and besought him to spare the prisoners; the lad professed his inability to take a step without the initiative of Pothinus. She went to Pothinus; the eunuch listened to her courteously, then as courteously told her that grave reasons of state made it impossible to comply with the request--much, as he blandly added, it would delight him personally to gratify her.

Cornelia could do no more. Pratinas she would not appeal to, though he had great influence with Pothinus. She went back to her rooms to spend the day with Fabia, very heavy of heart. The world, as a whole, she beheld as a thing very evil; treachery, guile, wrath, hatred, were everywhere. The sight of Ahen.o.barbus had filled her with loathsome memories of past days. The sunlight fell in bright warm panels over the rich rugs on the floor of her room. The sea-breeze sweeping in from the north blew fresh and sweet; out against the azure light, into which she could gaze, a swarm of swallows was in silhouette--black dots crawling along across the dome of light. Out in one of the public squares of the city great crowds of people were gathering. Cornelia knew the reason of the concourse--the heads of two n.o.ble Romans, just decapitated, were being exposed to the gibes and howls of the coa.r.s.e Greek and Egyptian mob. And Cornelia wished that she were herself a swallow, and might fly up into the face of the sun, until the earth beneath her had vanished.

But while she leaned from the parapet by the window of the room, footsteps sounded on the mosaic pavement without; the drapery in the doorway was flung aside; Agias entered, and after him--another.

II

Drusus ran to Cornelia and caught her in his arms; and she--neither fainted nor turned pale, but gave a little laugh, and cried softly:--

”I always knew you were coming!”

What more followed Agias did not know; his little affair with Artemisia had taught him that his h.e.l.lenic inquisitiveness sometimes would do more harm than good.

Very different from the good-humoured, careless, half-boyish student youth who had driven down the Praeneste road two years before, was the soldierly figure that Cornelia pressed to her heart. The campaigning life had left its mark upon Drusus. Half of a little finger the stroke of a Spanish sword had cleft away at Ilerda; across his forehead was the broad scar left by the fight at Pharsalus, from a blow that he had never felt in the heat of the battle. During the forced marchings and voyages no razor had touched his cheeks, and he was thickly bearded.

But what cared Cornelia? Had not her ideal, her idol, gone forth into the great world and stood its storm and stress, and fought in its battles, and won due glory? Was he not alive, and safe, and in health of mind and body after ten thousand had fallen around him? Were not the clouds sped away, the lightnings ceased? And she? She was happy.

So Drusus told her of all that had befallen him since the day he escaped out of Lucius Ahen.o.barbus's hands at Baiae. And Cornelia told of her imprisonment at the villa, and how Demetrius had saved her, and how it came to pa.s.s that she was here at the Egyptian court. In turn Drusus related how Caesar had pursued Pompeius into Asia, and then, hearing that the Magnus had fled to Egypt, placed two legions on s.h.i.+pboard and sailed straight for Alexandria.

”And when he landed,” continued the young officer, ”the magistrates of the city came to Caesar, and gave him first Pompeius's seal-ring of a lion holding a sword in his paw, and then another black-faced and black-hearted Egyptian, without noticing the distress the Imperator was in, came up and uncovered something he had wrapped in a mantle. I was beside the general when the bundle was unwrapped. I am sickened when I speak of it. It was the head of Pompeius Magnus. The fools thought to give Caesar a great delight.”

”And what did the Imperator do or say?” asked Cornelia.

”He shrank back from the horror as though the Egyptian had been a murderer, as indeed all of his race are. Caesar said nothing. Yet all saw how great was his grief and anger. Soon or late he will requite the men who slew thus foully the husband of his daughter Julia.”

”You must take me away from them,” said Cornelia, shuddering; ”I am afraid every hour.”

”And I, till you are safe among our troops at Alexandria,” replied Drusus. ”I doubt if they would have let me see you, but for Agias. He met us on the road from Alexandria and told me about you. I had received a special despatch from Caesar to bear with all haste to the king. So across the Delta I started, hardly waiting for the troops to disembark, for there was need for speed. Agias I took back with me, and my first demand when I came here was to see the king and deliver my letter, which was easily done an hour ago; and my next to see you.

Whereat that nasty sheep Pothinus declared that you had been sent some days before up the river on a trip to the Memphis palace to see the pyramids. But Agias was close at hand, and I gave the eunuch the lie without difficulty. The rascal blandly said, 'that he had not seen you of late; had only spoken by hearsay about you, and he might have been misinformed;' and so--What do I look like?”

”You look like Quintus Livius Drusus, the Roman soldier,” said Cornelia, ”and I would not have you otherwise than what you are.”