"You did with all save this man, who got away," was his unflinching answer. "Although in mercy you strangled all your captors before you had them put on the crosses."
"_Hei!_" quoth the Imperator. "I should have spared them to give me criticism of those verses now."
"Kyrios," rejoined Demetrius, "the man who survived a.s.sures me that the verses at least were wretched, though your excellency was a very good wrestler."
"_Euge!_ Bravo!" cried Caesar, and all the company joined in. "I must take a few of your men back to Rome, for we need critics for our rough Latin versifiers."
Drusus, as soon as the laugh pa.s.sed away, arose, and addressed his chief:--
"Imperator," he said, "Agias this morning dragged from off the mole with him into the water one of the most dangerous men in the councils of our enemies. I mean, as you know, Pratinas the Greek. He is now in the palace prison, but every one is aware that, so long as he so much as lives, we are hardly safe. What shall be done?"
Caesar frowned.
"This is hardly a basilica for a trial," he replied, "but "_inter arma silent leges_." Tell the centurions on guard to bring him here. I imagine we must grant him the form of an examination."
Drusus went out to give the necessary orders.
"You did not see Agias"s prisoner?" asked Cornelia of Demetrius, who was now an old friend.
"I did not," answered the pirate prince, pouring down the contents of a prodigious beaker at a single draught. "A very desperate man, I imagine. But it is hard for me to blame any one so long as he fights openly. Still," he added, with a laugh, "I mustn"t express such sentiments, now that his excellency has given me this." And he tossed over to Cornelia a little roll, tiny but precious, for it was a general pardon, in the name of the Republic, for all past offences, by land or sea, against the peace. "_Babai!_" continued Demetrius, lolling back his great length on the couch, "who would have imagined that I, just returning from a mere voyage to Delos to get rid of some slaves, should save the lives of my cousin, my benefactor"s son, and Caesar himself, and become once more an honest man. G.o.ds! G.o.ds! avert the misfortunes that come from too much good fortune!"
"Was Agias badly wounded?" asked Cornelia, with some concern.
"Oh," replied his cousin, "he will do well. If his precious captive had thrust his dagger a bit deeper, we might have a sorry time explaining it all to that pretty little girl--Artemisia he calls her--whom he dotes upon. By the bye," continued Demetrius, as entirely at his ease in the company as though he had been one of the world"s high-born and mighty, "can your ladyship tell me where Artemisia is just now? She was a very attractive child."
"a.s.suredly," said Cornelia. "She is here in the palace, very anxious, I doubt not, about Agias. Come, I will send for her. You shall tell her all about his escape."
Demetrius appeared pleased, and Cornelia whispered to a serving-lad, who immediately went out.
The tramp of heavy feet sounded on the mosaics outside the banqueting room; the tapestry over the doorway was thrust aside, and in the dim lamplight--for it had long been dark--two rigid soldiers in armour could be seen, standing at attention. Drusus stepped past them, and saluted.
"The prisoner is here, Imperator," he said.
"Bring him in," replied Caesar, laying down his wine-cup.
The curtain swayed again, and the rest of a decuria of troops entered.
In their centre was a figure whose manacles were clinking ominously.
In the uncertain light it was only possible to see that the prisoner was bent and shivering with fright. The general shrugged his shoulders in disgust.
"This is the sort of creature, Drusus," quoth he, derisively, "that is so dangerous that we must despatch him at once? _Phui!_ Let him stand forth. I suppose he can still speak?"
Pratinas made a pitiable picture. The scuffle and wetting had done little benefit to his clothes; his armour the pirates had long since appropriated; his hair, rather long through affectation, hung in disorder around his neck. He had shaved off his "philosopher"s" beard, and his smooth cheeks showed ugly scratches. He was as pale as white linen, and quaking like a blade of gra.s.s in the wind, the very ant.i.thesis of the splendid Ares of the fight on the mole.
"Your name is Pratinas?" began Caesar, with the snappish energy of a man who discharges a disagreeable formality.
"Yes, despotes," began the other, meekly; but as he did so he raised his head, and the rays of one of the great candelabra fell full on his face. In a twinkling a shout, or rather a scream, had broken from Demetrius. The pirate had leaped from his couch, and, with straining frame and dilated eyes, sprang between the prisoner and his judge.
"Menon!" The word smote on the captive like the missile of a catapult.
He reeled back, almost to falling; his eyes closed involuntarily. His face had been pale before, now it was swollen, as with the sight of a horror.
"Demetrius!" and at this counter exclamation, the cornered man burst into a howl of animal fear. And well he might, for Demetrius had sprung upon him as a tiger upon an antelope. One of the guards indiscreetly interposed, and a stroke of the pirate"s fist sent the soldier sprawling. Demetrius caught his victim around the body, and crushed the wretched man in beneath his grasp. The pseudo-Pratinas did not cry out twice. He had no breath. Demetrius tore him off of his feet and shook him in mid-air.
"Daphne! Daphne!" thundered the awful pirate; "speak--or by the infernal G.o.ds--"
"Put him down!" shouted Caesar and Drusus. They were almost appealing to an unchained lion roaring over his prey, Drusus caught one of Demetrius"s arms, and with all his strength tore it from its grasp.
"The man cannot say a word! you are choking him," he cried in the pirate"s ear.
Demetrius relaxed his mighty grip. Pratinas, for so we still call him, leaned back against one of the soldiers, panting and gasping. Drusus took his a.s.sailant by the arm, and led him back to a seat. Caesar sat waiting until the prisoner could speak.
"Pratinas," said the Imperator, sternly, "as you hope for an easy death or a hard one, tell this man the truth about his daughter."
Pratinas drew himself together by a mighty effort. For an instant he was the former easy, elegant, versatile h.e.l.lene. When he answered it was with the ring of triumph and defiance.
"Imperator, it would be easy to tell a lie, for there is no means of proof at hand. This man," with a derisive glance at his enemy, "says that I know something about his daughter. Doubtless, though, since he has pursued for recent years so n.o.ble an avocation, it were more grateful if he thanked me for caring for the deserted girl. Well, I kept her until she was sufficiently old, and then--for I was at the time quite poor--disposed of her to a dealer at Antioch, who was planning to take a slave caravan to Seleucia. My good friend probably will find his daughter in some Parthian harem, unless--"
Cornelia had arisen and was whispering to Drusus; the latter turned and held the raging pirate in his seat. Pratinas had made of every word a venomed arrow, and each and all struck home. The workings of Demetrius"s face were frightful, the beads of agony stood on his brows,--doubtless he had always feared nothing less,--the certainty was awful. Cornelia looked upon him half-anxious, yet serene and smiling. Drusus, too, seemed composed and expectant. The Imperator gazed straight before him, his eyes searching the prisoner through and through, and under the glance the Greek again showed signs of fear and nervousness.
The curtain at the opposite end of the hall rustled, Cornelia rose and walked to the doorway, and returned, leading Artemisia by the hand.
The girl was dressed in a pure white chiton; her thick hair was bound back with a white fillet, but in the midst of its ma.s.s shone a single golden crescent studded with little gems. She came with shy steps and downcast eyes--abashed before so many strangers; and, as she came, all gazed at her in admiration, not as upon the bright beauty of a rose, but the perfect sweetness of a modest lily. Cornelia led her on, until they stood before the prisoner.
"Artemisia," said Cornelia, in a low voice, "have you ever seen this man before?"
Artemisia raised her eyes, and, as they lit on Pratinas, there was in them a gleam of wonder, then of fear, and she shrank back in dread, so that Cornelia threw her arm about her to comfort her.
"_A! A!_" and the girl began to cry. "Has he found me? Will he take me? Pity! mercy! Pratinas!"
But no one had paid her any more attention. It was Caesar who had sprung from his seat.
"Wretch!" and his terrible eyes burned into Pratinas"s guilty breast, so that he writhed, and held down his head, and began to mutter words inaudible. "Can you tell the truth to save yourself the most horrible tortures human wit can devise?"
But Pratinas had nothing to say.
Again Demetrius leaped upon him. The pirate was a frantic animal. His fingers moved as though they were claws to pluck the truth from the offender"s heart. He hissed his question between teeth that ground together in frenzy.
"How did you get her? Where from? When?"
Pratinas choked for utterance.
"Artemisia! Daphne! Yours! I lost her! Ran away at Rome!"
The words shook out of him like water from a well-filled flask.
Demetrius relaxed his hold. A whole flood of conflicting emotions was displayed upon his manly face. He turned to Artemisia.
"_Makaira!_ dearest! don"t you know me?" he cried, holding outstretched his mighty arms.
"I am afraid!" sobbed poor Artemisia in dismay.
"Come!" It was Cornelia who spoke; and, with the daughter crying softly on one arm, and the father dragged along in a confused state of ecstasy on the other, she led them both out of the room.