Pearl-Maiden: Chapter 23

Chapter 23

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 C�sar'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 C�sar, 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 C�sar 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 C�sar, 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 C�sars 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 C�sar'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 C�sar 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."

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