Regaining his feet Caleb looked at her contemptuously.
"Had you stabbed she might have been undone indeed," he said. "Now, as of old, there is little wisdom in that gray head of yours, Nehushta; nor can your hate suffer you to understand the intermingled good and evil of my heart." Then he advanced to Miriam, lifted her hand and kissed it.
With a sudden movement she proffered him her brow.
"Nay," he said, "tempt me not, it is not for me. Farewell."
Another instant and he was gone.
It would seem that Caleb kept his word, for three days later the vessel _Luna_ sailed unmolested from the port of Ostia in the charge of the Greek captain Hector, having on board Miriam, Nehushta, Julia, and Gallus.
Within a week of this sailing t.i.tus at length returned to Rome. Here in due course the case of Marcus was brought before him by the prisoner"s friends, together with a demand that he should be granted a new and open trial for the clearing of his honour. t.i.tus, who for his own reasons refused to see Marcus, listened patiently, then gave his decision.
He rejoiced, he said, to learn that his close friend and trusted officer was still alive, since he had long mourned him as dead. He grieved that in his absence he should have been put upon his trial on the charge of having been taken captive, living, by the Jews, which, if Marcus upon his arrival in Rome had at once reported himself to him, would not have happened. He dismissed all accusations against his military honour and courage as mere idle talk, since he had a hundred times proved him to be the bravest of men, and knew, moreover, something of the circ.u.mstances under which he was captured. But, however willing he might be to do so, he was unable for public reasons to disregard the fact that he had been duly convicted by a court-martial, under the Prince Domitian, of having broken the command of his general and suffered himself to be taken prisoner alive. To do so would be to proclaim himself, t.i.tus, unjust, who had caused others to suffer for this same offence, and to offer insult to the prince, his brother, who in the exercise of his discretion as commander in his absence, had thought fit to order the trial. Still, his punishment should be of the lightest possible. He commanded that on leaving his prison Marcus should go straight to his own house by night, so that there might be no public talk or demonstration among his friends, and there make such arrangement of his affairs as seemed good to him. Further, he commanded that within ten days he should leave Italy, to dwell or travel abroad for a period of three years, unless the time should be shortened by some special decree. After the lapse of these three years he would be free to return to Rome. This was his judgment and it could not be altered.
As it chanced, it was the chamberlain Saturius who first communicated the Imperial decree to Marcus. Hurrying straight from the palace to the prison he was admitted into the prisoner"s chamber.
"Well," said Marcus, looking up, "what evil tidings have you now?"
"None, none," answered Saturius. "I have very good tidings, and that is why I run so fast. You are only banished for three years, thanks to my secret efforts," and he smiled craftily. "Even your property is left to you, a fact which will, I trust, enable you to reward your friends for their labours on your behalf."
"Tell me all," and the rogue obeyed, while Marcus listened with a face of stone.
"Why did t.i.tus decide thus?" he asked when it was finished. "Speak frankly, man, if you wish for a reward."
"Because, n.o.ble Marcus, Domitian had been with him beforehand and told him that if he reversed his public judgment it would be a cause of open quarrel between them. This, Caesar, who fears his brother, does not seek.
That is why he would not see you, lest his love for his friend should overcome his reason."
"So the prince is still my enemy?"
"Yes, and more bitter than before, since he cannot find the Pearl-Maiden, and is sure that you have spirited her away. Be advised by me and leave Rome quickly, lest worse things befall you."
"Aye," said Marcus, "I will leave Rome quickly, for how shall I abide here who have lost my honour. Yet first it may please your master to know that by now the lady whom he seeks is far across the sea. Now get you gone, you fox, for I desire to be alone."
The face of Saturius became evil.
"Is that all you have to say?" he asked. "Am I to win no reward?"
"If you stay longer," said Marcus, "you will win one which you do not desire."
Then Saturius went, but without the door he turned and shook his fist towards the chamber he had left.
"Fox," he muttered. "He called me fox and gave me nothing. Well, foxes may find some pickings on his bones."
The chamberlain"s road to the palace ran past the place of business of the merchant Demetrius. He stopped and looked at it. "Perhaps this one will be more liberal," he said to himself, and entered.
In his private office he found Caleb alone, his face buried in his hands. Seating himself he plunged into his tale, ending it with an apology to Caleb for the lightness of the sentence inflicted upon Marcus.
"t.i.tus would do no more," he said; "indeed, were it not for the fear of Domitian, he could have not have been brought to do so much, for he loves the man, who has been a prefect of his bodyguard, and was deeply grieved that he must disgrace him. Still, disgraced he is, aye, and he feels it; therefore I trust that you, most generous Demetrius, who hate him, will remember the service of your servant in this matter."
"Yes," said Caleb quietly, "fear not, you shall be well paid, for you have done your best."
"I thank you, friend," answered Saturius, rubbing his hands, "and, after all, things may be better than they seem. That insolent fool let out just now that the girl about whom there is all this bother has been smuggled away somewhere across the seas. When Domitian learns that he will be so mad with anger that he may be worked up to take a little vengeance of his own upon the person of the n.o.ble Marcus, who has thus contrived to trick him. Also Marcus shall not get the Pearl-Maiden, for the prince will cause her to be followed and brought back--to you, worthy Demetrius."
"Then," answered Caleb, slowly, "he must seek for her, not across the sea, but in its depths."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I have tidings that Pearl-Maiden escaped in the ship _Luna_ hard upon a month ago. This morning the captain and some mariners of the galley _Imperatrix_ arrived in Rome. They report that they met a great gale off Rhegium, and towards the end of it saw a vessel sink.
Afterwards they picked up a sailor clinging to a piece of wood, who told them that the ship"s name was _Luna_ and that she foundered with all hands."
"Have you seen this sailor?"
"No; he died of exhaustion soon after he was rescued; but I have seen the men of the galley, who brought me note of certain goods consigned to me in her hold. They repeated this story to me with their own lips."
"So, after all, she whom so many sought was destined to the arms of Neptune, as became a pearl," reflected Saturius. "Well, well, as Domitian cannot be revenged upon Neptune he will be the more wroth with the man who sent her to that G.o.d. Now I go to tell him all these tidings and learn his mind."
"You will return and acquaint me with it, will you not?" asked Caleb, looking up.
"Certainly, and at once. Our account is not yet balanced, most generous Demetrius."
"No," answered Caleb, "our accounts are not yet balanced."
Two hours later the chamberlain reappeared in the office.
"Well," said Caleb, "how does it go?"
"Ill, very ill for Marcus, and well, very well for those who hate him, as you and I do, friend. Oh! never have I seen my Imperial master so enraged. Indeed, when he learned that Pearl-Maiden had escaped and was drowned, so that he could have no hope of her this side the Styx, it was almost dangerous to be near to him. He cursed t.i.tus for the lightness of his sentence; he cursed you; he cursed _me_. But I turned his wrath into the right channel. I showed him that for all these ills Marcus, and Marcus alone, is to blame, Marcus who is to pay the price of them with a three years" pleasant banishment from Rome, which doubtless, will be remitted presently. I tell you that Domitian wept and gnashed his teeth at the thought of it, until I showed him a better plan--knowing that it would please you, friend Demetrius."
"What plan?"
Saturius rose, and having looked round to see that the door was fastened, came and whispered into Caleb"s ear.
"Look you, after sunset to-night, that is within two hours, Marcus is to be put out of his prison and conducted to the side door of his own house, that beneath the archway, where he is ordered to remain until he leaves Rome. In this house is no one except an old man, the steward Stepha.n.u.s, and a slave woman. Well, before he gets there, certain trusty fellows, such as Domitian knows how to lay his hands upon, will have entered the house, and having secured the steward and the woman, will await the coming of Marcus beneath the archway. You can guess the rest.
Is it not well conceived?"
"Very well," answered Caleb. "But may there not be suspicion?"
"None, none. Who would dare to suspect Domitian? A private crime, doubtless! The rich have so many enemies."
What Saturius did not add was that n.o.body would suspect Domitian because the masked bravoes were instructed to inform the steward and the slave when they had bound and gagged them, that they were hired to do the deed of blood by a certain merchant named Demetrius, otherwise Caleb the Jew, who had an ancient quarrel against Marcus, which, already, he had tried to satisfy by giving false evidence before the court-martial.
"Now," went on Saturius, "I must be going, for there are one or two little things which need attention, and time presses. Shall we balance that account, friend Demetrius?"
"Certainly," said Caleb, and taking a roll of gold from a drawer he pushed it across the table.
Saturius shook his head sadly. "I laid it at twice as much," he said.