CHAPTER XXIII
THE SLAVE-RING
Had Miriam chanced to look out of her litter as she passed the Temple
of Isis, escorted by Gallus and the guards before dawn broke upon that
great day of the Triumph, and had there been light to enable her to
see, she might have beheld two figures galloping into Rome as fast as
their weary horses would carry them. Both rode after the fashion of
men, but one of them, wrapped in an Eastern garment that hid the face,
was in fact a woman.
"Fortune favours us, Nehushta," said the man in a strained voice. "At
least, we are in time for the Triumph, who might so easily have been
too late. Look, yonder they gather already by Octavian's Walks," and
he pointed to the companies of soldiers who hurried past them to the
meeting-place.
"Yes, yes, my lord Marcus, we are in time. There go the eagles and
here comes their prey," and in her turn Nehushta pointed to a guarded
litter--had they but known it, the very one that carried the beloved
woman whom they sought. "But whither now? Would you also march in the
train of Titus?"
"Nay, woman, it is too late. Also I know not what would be my
welcome."
"Your welcome? Why, you were his friend, and Titus is faithful to his
friends."
"Aye, but perhaps not to those who have been taken prisoner by the
enemy. Towards the commencement of the siege that happened to a man I
knew. He was captured with a companion. The companion the Jews slew,
but as he was about to be beheaded upon the wall, this man slipped
from the hands of the executioner, and leaping from it escaped with
little hurt. Titus gave him his life, but dismissed him from his
legion. Why should I fare better?"
"That you were taken was no fault of yours, who were struck senseless
and overwhelmed."
"Maybe, but would that avail me? The rule, a good rule, is that no
Roman soldier should yield to an enemy. If he is captured while
insensible, then on finding his wits he must slay himself, as I should
have striven to do, had I awakened to find myself in the hands of the
Jews. But things fell out otherwise. Still, I tell you, Nehushta, that
had it not been for Miriam, I should not have turned my face to Rome,
at any rate until I had received pardon and permission from Titus."
"What then are your plans, lord Marcus?"
"To go to my own house near the Baths of Agrippa. The Triumph must
pass there, and if Miriam is among the captives we shall see her. If
not, then either she is dead or already sold, or perchance given as a
present to some friend of Cęsar's."
Now they ceased talking, for the people were so many that they could
only force their way through the press riding one after the other.
Thus, Nehushta following Marcus, they crossed the Tiber and passed
through many streets, decorated, most of them, for the coming pageant,
till at length Marcus drew rein in front of a marble mansion in the
Via Agrippa.
"A strange home-coming," he muttered. "Follow me," and he rode round
the house to a side-entrance.
Here he dismounted and knocked at the small door for some time without
avail. At length it was opened a little way, and a thin, querulous
voice, speaking through the crack, said:
"Begone, whoever you are. No one lives here. This is the house of
Marcus, who is dead in the Jewish war. Who are you that disturb me?"
"The heir of Marcus."
"Marcus has no heir, unless it be Cęsar, who doubtless will take his
property."
"Open, Stephanus," said Marcus, in a tone of command, at the same time
pushing the door wide and entering. "Fool," he added, "what kind of a
steward are you that you do not know your master's voice?"
Now he who had kept the door, a withered little man in a scribe's
brown robe, peered at this visitor with his sharp eyes, then threw up
his hands and staggered back, saying:
"By the spear of Mars! it is Marcus himself, Marcus returned from the
dead! Welcome, my lord, welcome."
Marcus led his horse through the deep archway, and when Nehushta had
followed him into the courtyard beyond, returned, closed and locked
the door.
"Why did you think me dead, friend?" he asked.
"Oh! my lord," answered the steward, "because all who have come home
from the war declared that you had vanished away during the siege of
the city of the Jews, and that you must either be dead or taken
prisoner. Now I knew well that you would never disgrace your ancient
house, or your own noble name, or the Eagles which you serve, by
falling alive into the hands of the enemy. Therefore, I was sure that
you were dead."
Marcus laughed bitterly, then turning to Nehushta, said:
"You hear, woman, you hear. If such is the judgment of my steward and
freedman, what will be that of Cęsar and my peers?" Then he added,
"Now, Stephanus, that what you thought impossible--what I myself
should have thought impossible--has happened. I was taken prisoner by
the Jews, though through no fault of mine."
"Oh! if so," said the old steward, "hide it, my lord, hide it. Why,
two such unhappy men who had surrendered to save their lives and were
found in some Jewish dungeon, have been condemned to walk in the
Triumph this day. Their hands are to be tied behind them; in place of
their swords they must wear a distaff, and on their breasts a placard
with the words written: 'I am a Roman who preferred dishonour to
death.' You would not wish their company, my lord."
The face of Marcus went first red, then white.
"Man," he said, "cease your ill-omened talk, lest I should fall upon
my sword here before your eyes. Bid the slaves make ready the bath and
food, for we need both."
"Slaves, my lord? There are none here, save one old woman, who attends
to me and the house."
"Where are they then?" asked Marcus angrily.
"The most part of them I have sent into the country, thinking it
better that they should work upon your estates rather than live here
idle, and others who were not needed I have sold."
"You were ever careful, Stephanus." Then he added by an afterthought,
"Have you any money in the house?"
The old steward looked towards Nehushta suspiciously and seeing that
she was engaged with the horses out of earshot, answered in a whisper:
"Money? I have so much of it that I know not what to do. The strong
place you know if is almost full of gold and still it comes. There are
the rents and profits of your great estates for three years; the
proceeds of the sale of slaves and certain properties, together with
the large outstanding amount that was due to my late master, the Lord
Caius, which I have at length collected. Oh! at least you will not
lack for money."
"There are other things that I could spare less readily," said Marcus,
with a sigh; "still, it may be needed. Now tie up those horses by the
fountain, and give us food, what you have, for we have ridden these
thirty hours without rest. Afterwards you can talk."
It was mid-day. Marcus, bathed, anointed, and clad in the robes of his
order, was standing in one of the splendid apartments of his marble
house, looking through an opening in the shutters at the passing of
the Triumph. Presently old Nehushta joined him. She also was clad in
clean, white robes which the slave woman had found for her.
"Have you any news?" asked Marcus impatiently.
"Some, lord, which I have pieced together from what is known by the
slave-woman, and by your steward, Stephanus. A beautiful Jewish
captive is to walk in the Triumph and afterwards to be sold with other
captives in the Forum. They heard of her because it is said that there
has been a quarrel between Titus and his brother Domitian, and
Vespasian also, on account of this woman."
"A quarrel? What quarrel?"
"I, or rather your servants, know little of it, but they have heard
that Domitian demanded the girl as a gift, whereon Titus told him that
if he wished for her, he might buy her. Then the matter was referred
to Vespasian Cęsar, who upheld the decree of Titus. As for Domitian,
he went away in a rage, declaring that he would purchase the girl and
remember the affront which had been put upon him."
"Surely the gods are against me," said Marcus, "if they have given me
Domitian for a rival."
"Why so, lord? Your money is as good as his, and perhaps you will pay
more."
"I will pay to my last piece, but will that free me from the rage and
hate of Domitian?"
"Why need he knew that you were the rival bidder?"
"Why? Oh! in Rome everything is known--even the truth sometimes."
"Time enough to trouble when trouble comes. First let us wait and see
whether this maid be Miriam."
"Aye," he answered, "let us wait--since we must."
So they waited and with anxious eyes watched the great show roll by
them. They saw the cars painted with scenes of the taking of Jerusalem
and the statues of the gods fashioned in ivory and gold. They saw the
purple hangings of the Babylonian broidered pictures, the wild beasts,
and the ships mounted upon wheels. They saw the treasures of the
temple and the images of victory, and many other things, for that
pageant seemed to be endless, and still the captives and the Emperors
did not come.
One sight there was also that caused Marcus to shrink as though fire
had burned him, for yonder, set in the midst of a company of jugglers
and buffoons that gibed and mocked at them, were the two unhappy men
who had been taken prisoners by the Jews. On they tramped, their hands
bound behind them, clad in full armour, but wearing a woman's distaff
where the sword should have been, and round their necks the placards
which proclaimed their shame. The brutal Roman mob hooted them also,
that mob which ever loved spectacles of cruelty and degradation,
calling them cowards. One of the men, a bull-necked, black-haired
fellow, suffered it patiently, remembering that at even he must be set
free to vanish where he would. The other, who was blue-eyed and finer-
featured, having gentle blood in his veins, seemed to be maddened by
their talk, for he glared about him, gnashing his teeth like a wild
beast in a cage. Opposite to the house of Marcus came the climax.
"Cur," yelled a woman in the mob, casting a pebble that struck him on
the cheek. "Cur! Coward!"
The blue-eyed man stopped, and, wheeling round, shouted in answer:
"I am no coward, I who have slain ten men with my own hand, five of
them in single combat. You are the cowards who taunt me. I was
overwhelmed, that is all, and afterwards in the prison I thought of my
wife and children and lived on. Now I die and my blood be on you."
Behind him, drawn by eight white oxen, was the model of a ship with
the crew standing on its deck. Avoiding his guard, the man ran down
the line of oxen and suddenly cast himself upon the ground before the
wooden-wheeled car, which passed over his neck, crushing the life out
of him.
"Well done! Well done!" shouted the crowd, rejoicing at this
unexpected sight. "Well done! He was brave after all."
Then the body was carried away and the procession moved forward. But
Marcus, who watched, hid his face in his hands, and Nehushta, lifting
hers, uttered a prayer for the passing soul of the victim.
Now the prisoners began to go past, marching eight by eight, hundreds
upon hundreds of them, and once more the mob shouted and rejoiced over
these unfortunates, whose crime was that they had fought for their
country to the end. The last files passed, then at a little distance
from them, tramping forward wearily, appeared the slight figure of a
girl dressed in a robe of white silk blazoned at its breast with gold.
Her bowed head, from which the curling tresses fell almost to her
waist, was bared to the fierce rays of the sun, and on her naked bosom
lay a necklace of great pearls.
"Pearl-Maiden, Pearl-Maiden!" shouted the crowd.
"Look!" said Nehushta, gripping the shoulder of Marcus with her hand.
He looked, and after long years once more beheld Miriam, for though he
had heard her voice in the Old Tower at Jerusalem, then her face was
hidden from him by the darkness. There was the maid from whom he had
parted in the desert village by Jordan, the same, and yet changed.
Then she had been a lovely girl, now she was a woman on whom sorrow
and suffering had left their stamp. The features were finer, the deep,
patient eyes were frightened and reproachful; her beauty was such as
we see in dreams, not altogether that of earth.
"Oh! my darling, my darling," murmured Nehushta, stretching out her
arms towards her. "Christ be thanked, that I have found you, my
darling." Then she turned to Marcus, who was devouring Miriam with his
eyes, and said in a fierce voice:
"Roman, now that you see her again, do you still love her as much as
of old time?"
He took no note and she repeated the question. Then he answered:
"Why do you trouble me with such idle words. Once she was a woman to
be won, now she is a spirit to be worshipped."
"Woman or spirit, or woman and spirit, beware how you deal with her,
Roman," snarled Nehushta still more fiercely, "or----" and she left
her hand fall upon the knife that was hidden in her robe.
"Peace, peace!" said Marcus, and as he spoke the procession came to a
halt before his windows. "How weary she is, and sad," he went on
speaking to himself. "Her heart seems crushed. Oh! that I must stay
here and see her thus, who dare not show myself! If she could but
know! If she could but know!"
Nehushta thrust him aside and took his place. Fixing her eyes upon
Miriam she made some effort of the will, so fierce and concentrated
that beneath the strain her body shook and quivered. See! Her thought
reached the captive, for she looked up.
"Stand to one side," she whispered to Marcus, then unlatched the
shutters and slowly pushed them open. Now between her and the air was
nothing but the silken curtains. Very gently she parted these with her
hands, for some few seconds suffering her face to be seen between
them. Then laying her fingers on her lips she drew back and they
closed again.
"It is well," she said, "she knows."
"Let her see me also," said Marcus.
"Nay, she can bear no more. Look, look, she faints."
Groaning in bitterness of spirit they watched Miriam, who seemed about
to fall. Now a woman gave her the cup of wine, and drinking she
recovered herself.
"Note that woman," muttered Marcus, "that I may reward her."
"It is needless," answered Nehushta, "she seeks no reward."
"She is more than a Roman, she is a Christian. As she passed it she
made a sign of the cross with the cup."
The waggons creaked; the officers shouted; the procession moved
forward. From behind the curtain the pair kept their eyes fixed upon
Miriam until she vanished in the dust and crowd. When she had gone
they seemed to see little else; even the sight of the glorious Cęsars
could not hold their eyes.
Marcus summoned the steward, Stephanus.
"Go forth," he said, "and discover when and where the captive Pearl-
Maiden is to be sold. Then return to me swiftly. Be secret and silent,
and let none suspect whence you come or what you seek. Your life hangs
upon it. Go."
The sun was sinking fast, staining the marble temples and colonnades
of the Forum blood-red with its level beams. For the most part the
glorious place was deserted now, since, the Triumph over at length,
the hundreds of thousands of the Roman populace, wearied out with
pleasure and excitement, had gone home to spend the night in feasting.
About one of the public slave-markets, however, a round of marble
enclosed with a rope and set in front of a small building, where the
slaves were sheltered until the moment of their sale, a mixed crowd
was gathered, some of them bidders, some idlers drawn thither by
curiosity. Others were in the house behind examining the wares before
they came to the hammer. Presently an old woman, meanly clad with her
face veiled to the eyes, and bearing on her back a heavy basket such
as was used to carry fruit to market, presented herself at the door of
the house.
"What do you want?" asked the gatekeeper.
"To inspect the slaves," she answered in Greek.
"Go away," he said roughly, "you are not a buyer."
"I may be if the stuff is good enough," she replied, slipping a gold
coin into his hand.
"Pass in, old lady, pass in," and in another second the door had
closed behind her, and Nehushta found herself among the slaves.
In this building the light was already so low that torches were
burning for the convenience of visitors. By the flare of them Nehushta
saw the unfortunate captives--there were but fifteen--seated upon
marble benches, while slave women moved from the one to the other,
washing their hands and feet and faces in scented water, brushing and
tying their hair and removing the dust of the procession from their
robes, so that they might look more comely to the eyes of the
purchasers. Also there were present a fair number of bidders, twenty
or thirty of them, who strolled from girl to girl discussing the
points of each and at times asking them to stand up, or turn round, or
show their arms and ankles, that they might judge of them better. At
the moment when Nehushta entered one of these, a fat man with greasy
curls who looked like an Eastern, was endeavouring to persuade a dark
and splendid Jewess to let him see her foot. Pretending not to
understand she sat still and sullen, till at length he stooped down
and lifted her robe. Then in an instant the girl dealt him such a kick
in the face that amidst the laughter of the spectators he rolled
backwards on the floor, whence he rose with a cut and bloody forehead.
"Very good, my beauty, very good," he muttered in a savage voice,
"before twelve hours are over you shall pay for that."
But again the girl sat sullen and motionless, pretending not to
understand.
Most of the public, however, were gathered about Miriam, who sat upon
a chair by herself, her hands folded, her head bent down, a very
picture of pitiful, outraged modesty. One by one as their turns came
and the attendant suffered them to approach, the men advanced and
examined her closely, though Nehushta noted that none of them were
allowed to touch her with their hands. Placing herself at the end of
the line she watched with all her eyes and listened with all her ears.
Soon she had her reward. A tall man, dressed like a merchant of Egypt,
went up to Miriam and bent over her.
"Silence!" said the attendant. "I am ordered to suffer none to speak
to the slave who is called Pearl-Maiden. Move on, sir, move on."
The man lifted his head, and although in that gloom she could not see
his face, Nehushta knew its shape. Still she was not sure, till
presently he moved his right hand so that it came between her and the
flame of one of the torches, and she perceived that the top joint of
the first finger was missing.
"Caleb," she thought to herself, "Caleb, escaped and in Rome! So
Domitian has another rival." Then she went back to the door-keeper and
asked him the name of the man.
"A merchant of Alexandria named Demetrius," he said.
Nehushta returned to her place. In front of her two men, agents who
bought slaves and other things for wealthy clients, were talking.
"More fit for a sale of dogs," said one, "after sunset when everybody
is tired out, than for that of one of the fairest women who ever stood
upon the block."
"Pshaw," answered the other, "the whole thing is a farce. Domitian is
in a hurry, that's all, so the auction must be held to-night."
"He means to buy her?"
"Of course. I am told that his factor, Saturius, has orders to go up
to a thousand sestertia if need be," and he nodded towards a quiet man
dressed in a robe of some rich, dark stuff, who stood in a corner of
the place watching the company.
"A thousand sestertia! For one slave girl! Ye gods! a thousand
sestertia!"
"The necklace goes with her, that is worth something, and there is
property at Tyre."
"Property in Tyre," said the other, "property in the moon. Come on,
let us look at something a little less expensive. As I wish to keep my
head on my shoulders, I am not going to bid against the prince in any
case."
"No, nor anyone else either. I expect he will get his fancy pretty
cheap after all."
Then the two men moved away, and a minute afterwards Nehushta found
that it was her turn to approach Miriam.
"Here comes a curious sort of buyer," said one of the attendants.
"Don't judge the taste of the fruit by the look of the rind, young
man," answered Nehushta, and at the sound of that voice for the first
time Pearl-Maiden lifted her head, then dropped it quickly.
"She is well enough," Nehushta said aloud, "but there used to be
prettier women when I was young; in fact, though dark, I was myself,"
a statement at which those within hearing, noting her gaunt and aged
form bent beneath the heavy basket, tittered aloud. "Come, lift up
your head, my dear," she went on, trying to entice the captive to
consent by encouraging waves of her hand.
They were fruitless; still, had any thought of it there was meaning in
them. On Nehushta's finger, as it chanced, shone a ring which Miriam
ought to know, seeing that for some years she had worn it on her own.
It would seem that she did know it, at any rate her bosom and neck
grew red and a spasm passed across her face which even the falling
hair did not suffice to hide.
The ring told Miriam that Marcus lived and that Nehushta was his
messenger. This suspense at least was ended.
Now the door-keeper called a warning and the buyers flocked from the
building. Outside, the auctioneer, a smooth-faced, glib-tongued man,
was already mounting the rostrum. Calling for silence he began his
speech. On this evening of festival, he said, he would be brief. The
lots he had to offer to the select body of connoisseurs he saw before
him, were the property of the Imperator Titus, and the proceeds of the
sale, it was his duty to tell them, would not go into Cęsar's pocket,
but were to be equally divided between the poor of Rome and deserving
soldiers who had been wounded or had lost their health in the war, a
fact which must cause every patriotic citizen to bid more briskly.
These lots, he might say, were unique, being nothing else than the
fifteen most beautiful girls, believed all of them to be of noble
blood, among the many thousands who had been captured at the sack of
Jerusalem, the city of the Jews, especially selected to adorn the
great conqueror's Triumph. No true judge, who desired a charming
memento of the victory of his country's arms, would wish to neglect
such an opportunity, especially as he was informed that the Jewish
women were affectionate, docile, well instructed in many arts, and
very hard-working. He had only one more thing to say, or rather two
things. He regretted that this important sale should be held at so
unusual an hour. The reason was that there was really no place where
these slaves could be comfortably kept without risk of their
maltreatment or escape, so it was held to be best that they should be
removed at once to the seclusion of their new homes, a decision, he
was sure, that would meet the wishes of buyers. The second point was
that among them was one lot of surpassing interest; namely, the girl
who had come to be generally spoken of as Pearl-Maiden.
This young woman, who could not be more than three or four-and-twenty
years of age, was the last representative of a princely family of the
Jews. She had been found exposed upon one of the gates of the holy
house of that people, where it would seem she was sentenced to perish
for some offence against their barbarous laws. As the clamours of the
populace that day had testified, she was of the most delicate and
distinguished beauty, and the collar of great pearls which she wore
about her neck gave evidence of her rank. If he knew anything of the
tastes of his countrymen the price which would be paid for her must
prove a record even in that ring. He was aware that among the vulgar a
great, almost a divine name had been coupled with that of this
captive. Well, he knew nothing, except this, that he was certain that
if there was any truth in the matter the owner of the name, as became
a noble and a generous nature, would wish to obtain his prize fairly
and openly. The bidding was as free to the humblest there--provided,
of course, that he could pay, and he might remark that not an hour's
credit would be given except to those who were known to him--as to
Cęsar himself. Now, as the light was failing, he would order the
torches to be lit and commence the sale. The beauteous Pearl-Maiden,
he might add, was Lot No. 7.
So the torches were lit, and presently the first victim was led out
and placed upon a stand of marble in the centre of the flaring ring.
She was a dark-haired child of about sixteen years of age, who stared
round her with a frightened gaze.
The bidding began at five sestertia and ran up to fifteen, or about
£120 of our money, at which price she was knocked down to a Greek, who
led her back into the receiving house, paid the gold to a clerk who
was in attendance, and took her away, sobbing as she went. Then
followed four others, who were sold at somewhat better prices. No. 6
was the dark and splendid Jewess who had kicked the greasy-curled
Eastern in the face. As soon as she appeared upon the block, this
brute stepped forward and bid twenty sestertia for her. An old grey-
bearded fellow answered with a bid of twenty-five. Then some one bid
thirty, which the Eastern capped with a bid of forty. So it went on
till the large total of sixty sestertia was offered, whereon the
Eastern advanced two more, at which price, amidst the laughter of the
audience, she was knocked down to him.
"You know me and that the money is safe," he said to the auctioneer.
"It shall be paid to you to-morrow; I have enough to carry without
lading myself up with so much gold. Come on, girl, to your new home,
where I have a little score to settle with you," and grasping her by
the left wrist he pulled her from the block and led her unresisting
through the crowd and to the shadows beyond.
Already No. 7 had been summoned to the block and the auctioneer was
taking up his tale, when from out of these shadows rose the sound of a
dreadful yell. Some of the audience snatched torches from their stands
and ran to the spot whence it came. There, on the marble pavement lay
the Eastern dead or dying, while over him stood the Jewess, a red
dagger, his own, which she had snatched from its scabbard, in her
hand, and on her stately face a look of vengeful triumph.
"Seize her! Seize the murdering witch! Beat her to death with rods,"
they cried, and at the command of the auctioneer slaves ran up to take
her.
She waited till they were near, then, without a word or a sound,
lifted her strong, white arm and drove the knife deep into her own
heart. For a moment she stood still, till suddenly she stretched her
hands wide and fell face downwards dead upon the body of the brute who
had bought her.
The crowd gasped and was silent. Then one of them, a sickly looking
patrician, called out:
"Oh! I did well to come. What a sight! What a sight! Blessings on you,
brave girl, you have given Julius a new pleasure."
After this there was tumult and confusion while the attendants carried
away the bodies. A few minutes later the auctioneer climbed back into
his rostrum and alluded in moving terms to the "unfortunate accident"
which had just happened.
"Who would think," he said, "that one so beautiful could also be so
violent? I weep when I consider that this noble purchaser, whose name
I forget at the moment, but whose estate, by the way, is liable for
the money, should have thus suddenly been transferred from the arms of
Venus to that of Pluto, although it must be admitted that he gave the
woman some provocation. Well, gentlemen, grief will not bring him to
life again, and we who still stand beneath the stars have business to
attend. Bear me witness, all of you, that I am blameless in this
affair, and, slaves, bring out that priceless gem, the Pearl-Maiden."
