And Chios was left to his fate.
The great day had come. Thousands were pouring into the city. It was the day when the Ephesian theatre would be filled with spectators to witness the slaughter of the condemned--slaves, felons, Christians, and Chios--to make sport for the people.
The beasts had been kept without food the preceding day, and were ravenous. The mult.i.tude had been gathering since sunrise, and already the theatre was filled. Never in that generation had such a n.o.ble citizen as Chios been offered to the lions; and many hard-hearted and stoical ones said, "He ought to die," but when the testing time came, many, many of the people would have saved him.
A rumour had floated, propagated by the witch Endora, that she had watched Chios going towards the grove, followed him, and saw him meet a Greek girl, a lady of Ephesus. Finding they were discovered, both hid within. She saw the girl leave, but Chios remained.
The people, ready to believe almost anything for the sake of Chios, accepted this trumped-up story, saying: "After all, it was a love affair, and Chios was not the man to reveal the lady"s name."
Thus the feeling grew, and if the populace by vote could have saved him, they would have done so; but this was not possible.
So the time wore on, and the mult.i.tude became more excited. The hour arrived. Soon the High Priest and Priestess would arrive and the slaughter commence.
Chios was being brought forth to the arena just as the High Priestess Saronia pa.s.sed him. Her garments nearly brushed the doomed man, and their eyes met. She halted and spoke to her escort, saying:
"Who is that man?"
They answered: "Chios the Greek, the great Ionian artist."
With an unbending look she beckoned him towards her. With voice clear as a silver bell, she said:
"Of what art thou accused?"
"I am accused of being within the Sacred Grove of Hecate, and slaying the hounds."
"What brought thee there?"
"Madam, that is a part of my crime, that I answer not such questions."
"Thou art a bold man, but courageous. Hear me, Chios the Greek! By virtue of my office, High Priestess of the Lady Saviour, I pardon thee.
Thy crime is not of the State, but of the Temple. Release him! Let him go!"
Those close at hand heard the words of Saronia, and the news pa.s.sed round the great building like a flash of light, and a mighty shout of consent rang out like the sound of stranded waves, for they loved Chios at heart.
Even the dignity of the Proconsul forsook him for once. He arose, rushed out, sprang into his chariot, and drove quickly to the house of Venusta.
Nika lay motionless in sleep, one hand hanging listlessly over the side of an ebony couch; her hair, glinted with sunlight, partly hid her face.
The Roman whispered softly:
"Nika, Nika dearest, art thou better?"
Her eyes opened, and she looked up with a stolid gaze.
"Yes. What didst thou say?"
"Art thou better, Nika?"
"Perhaps so. I dreamt a lovely dream."
"And what was it?"
"I saw Chios walking unfettered amongst the sons of Jove. He said, "I am free; I will come to thee.""
"But he is not dead, my sweet girl."
"Not dead? not dead?"
"No; he is pardoned."
"Pardoned?" cried the maid, springing to her feet and looking around as if still in a dream. "Pardoned? Pardoned? Why? By whom?"
And her soul awoke to consciousness.
"By Saronia, the Arch-Priestess of the Temple," said he.
"Saronia! Saronia again? Again?" Then the eyes of Nika fell, and a blush like the first crimson streak of morning swept over her cheeks, and she said: "It must be so. Chios--Saronia."
CHAPTER XXVII
ONE FOR ANOTHER
"Now thou art well again, Nika. After thou hast rested, come with me, and see the sports. There will be rare tactics with the retiarii armed with nets. One of the swiftest, most agile, will to-day compete with a burly warrior. Beside, there will be a fight with beasts--a lion will be loosed on a Christian. Come with me into the chariot. Let me escort thee thither."
"No; I am weary. Free from the long dreary sleep, I would now remain here, thinking over the strange past. I wonder if Chios will call."
"I cannot say, dear. I left him near the arena pretty well exhausted."
"Well, go thou; enjoy the day. Thou lovest manly sports. As for me, I will remain here and drink in the sunlight."
"No; a little excitement may do thee good. The drive will invigorate thee."
"If I must, then let it be so," replied the girl, and she ordered her slaves to prepare her.
The sun was declining, more than half its course had run, when Varro and Nika left the house. Once fairly under way, they soon arrived at the scene of carnage.
The Proconsul entered, and moved to his seat of honour; by his side sat his betrothed. Venusta was also there, and was surprised to see her daughter. A few words of explanation soon put matters right, and they settled down to enjoy the compet.i.tions.
The day was sultry, but streams of water rippled along by the gorgeously-decked das of the Proconsul, and statue fountains on either hand at intervals poured out delicious perfumes, cooling the air, and making it fragrant as an orange grove when the trees are laden with blossoms.