Part 54 (2/2)

'As for the Gauls and Latins,'.... went on Wulf meditatively, 'they belong to any man who can pay them.'....

'Which we can do, like all wise generals, one penny out of our own pocket, and nine out of the enemy's. And the Amal is staunch?'

'Staunch as his own hounds, now there is something to be done on the spot. His heart was in the right place after all. I knew it all along. But he could never in his life see four-and-twenty hours before him. Even now if that Pelagia gets him under her spell again, he may throw down his sword, and fall as fast asleep as ever.'

'Never fear; we have settled her destiny for her, as far as that is concerned. Look at the mob before the door! We must get in by the postern-gate.'

'Get in by the sewer, like a rat! I go my own way. Draw, old hammer and tongs! or run away!'

'Not this time.' And sword in hand, the two marched into the heart of the crowd, who gave way before them like a flock of sheep.

'They know their intended shepherds already,' said Smid. But at that moment the crowd, seeing them about to enter the house, raised a yell of 'Goths! Heathens! Barbarians!' and a rush from behind took place.

'If you will have it, then!' said Wulf. And the two long bright blades flashed round and round their heads, redder and redder every time they swung aloft.... The old men never even checked their steady walk, and knocking at the gate, went in, leaving more than one lifeless corpse at the entrance.

'We have put the coal in the thatch, now, with a vengeance,' said Smid, as they wiped their swords inside.

'We have. Get me out a boat and half a dozen men, and I and G.o.deric will go round by the ca.n.a.l to the palace, and settle a thing or two with the guards.'

'Why should not the Amal go, and offer our help himself to the Prefect?'

'What? Would you have him after that turn against the hound? For troth and honour's sake, he must keep quiet in the matter.'

'He will have no objection to keep quiet-trust him for that! But don't forget Sagaman Moneybag, the best of all orators,' called Smid laughingly after him, as he went off to man the boat.

CHAPTER XXV: SEEKING AFTER A SIGN

'What answer has he sent back, father?' asked Hypatia, as Theon re-entered her chamber, after delivering that hapless letter to Philammon.

'Insolent that he is! he tore it to fragments and tied forth without a word.'

'Let him go, and desert us like the rest, in our calamity!'

'At least, we have the jewels.'

'The jewels? Let them be returned to their owner. Shall we defile ourselves by taking them as wages for anything-above all, for that which is unperformed?'

'But, my child, they were given to us freely. He bade me keep them; and-and, to tell you the truth, I must keep them. After this unfortunate failure, be sure of it, every creditor we have will be clamouring for payment.'

'Let them take our house and furniture, and sell us as slaves, then. Let them take all, provided we keep our virtue.'

'Sell us as slaves? Are you mad?'

'Not quite mad yet, father,' answered she with a sad smile. 'But how should we be worse than we are now, were we slaves? Raphael Aben-Ezra told me that he obeyed my precepts, when he went forth as a houseless beggar; and shall I not have courage to obey them myself, if the need come? The thought of his endurance has shamed my luxury for this many a month. After all, what does the philosopher require but bread and water, and the clear brook in which to wash away the daily stains of his earthly prison-house? Let what is fated come. Hypatia struggles with the stream no more!'

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