They would make a pretty pair of slaves, and a ship sails for Alexandria to-morrow. It can easily be arranged. I know the captain."
"A good idea!" said Lampon. "Since these children are in a sense wards of Pericles, they are for that reason the more likely to be enemies of the G.o.ds. It would be an act of piety to send them where they could do no harm by betraying the secrets of the temple."
The children were speechless with fright. Their two captors pushed them roughly before them into the temple and drove them through the great gloomy interior, lighted only by a few torches, to a small closet-like room somewhere in the rear. As they walked, huge black shadows cast by the torch of Lampon danced grotesquely before them. At the closet the two priests stopped to unlock the door.
"Here is a safe harbor for you for the night," said Lampon, as he pushed the children into the closet. "To-morrow we may find a yet safer place for you," and with these words he locked them in.
The children were so exhausted by hunger and fright that, even though they were Spartans, they sat down on the cold stone floor and wept in each other"s arms.
"Oh, Mother, Mother," sobbed Daphne, "why did we ever leave you?"
"Don"t you remember," said Dion, struggling with his tears, "that the signs were favorable? It must be all right somehow, for the word Mother heard was "Go.""
"If I only hadn"t sneezed!" sobbed Daphne.
"But a sneeze is always a good sign," said Dion.
"Well, anyway," said Daphne bravely, though her voice shook and her teeth chattered, "crying won"t do any good. Let"s feel around and see if there is anything in this room."
It was dark, except for a gray patch of dim light from a window high up in the wall. Dion and Daphne kept close together and went carefully round the room, feeling the wall with their hands. Dion stumbled against something. It was a chest where the priests" robes were kept.
"Do you suppose we could move it?" whispered Daphne. "If we could, maybe we could look out of the window and see where we are."
They both got on the same side of it and pushed with all their strength.
The chest moved a little and made a horrible screeching sound on the stone floor.
"Sh-sh-sh," whispered Daphne, as if the chest could hear. They held their breath to listen for footsteps. There was no sound outside. They waited a little while and pushed again. Again the chest screeched, and again they stopped to listen. After many such efforts it was finally moved under the window, and the two sprang up on the top of it to look out. By standing on tiptoe they could just see over the sill. There was no gla.s.s, for there was no window-gla.s.s anywhere at that time, and the cool night air blew in on their faces. The Acropolis was bathed in moonlight. There was no sound outside, and no one in sight anywhere. Apparently the world was asleep. Suddenly the stillness was broken by the hoot of an owl, and they could see the great bird flying toward them.
"It"s Athena"s own bird," whispered Dion, "and it"s flying from the east.
That means good luck. Oh, maybe we can get away from this dreadful place after all!"
"Let"s pray to Athena," quavered Daphne. "We can"t sacrifice, but maybe she"ll hear us just the same."
The two little prisoners spread their hands toward the sky, and Dion whispered, "Help us, O Athena, just the way you helped Perseus kill the Gorgon."
"Give us wisdom to get out of this place and to save Pericles from these wicked men," added Daphne.
"Sh-sh," whispered Dion, "they"re priests."
"They are wicked, anyway, whatever they are, to want to kill Pericles,"
said Daphne stoutly. Then she added: "Maybe that"s why we"re here! Maybe we could warn him about the priests if we could just get out. Anyway, we"re Spartans, and we"ve got to stop crying and do our best."
Dion put his hands on the window-sill and gave a jump.
"I believe I could get up here if you"d give me a boost," he said.
"But how shall I getup?" asked Daphne. "There"ll be n.o.body to boost me."
"I"ll pull you," said Dion.
"You might fall out backwards, or fall in head first doing it," said Daphne.
"Let"s try, anyway," said Dion.
Daphne boosted, and Dion climbed, and in another minute he was sitting on the window-sill with one foot hanging down outside and the other firmly braced against the side of the window. He held on with his left hand and, leaning over, was able with his right to clasp Daphne. She hooked her left arm on his, put her hand on the sill and leaped. The next instant she was lying on her stomach over the sill, and Dion was helping her to a sitting position.
"It isn"t so very far to drop," whispered Dion. "I"ve dropped from the bal.u.s.trade into the court lots of times at home."
"All right," said Daphne, "You drop first, and I"ll follow."
Dion turned, stuck his head out as far as possible, and looked in every direction. Then he let himself down from the sill, hung to it for a moment by his hands, and dropped like a cat to the ground. He flattened himself against the wall of the temple, and in another moment Daphne was safe beside him.
"Now," whispered Dion, "we"ll run like everything around behind the temple to the statue of Athena."
Hand in hand through the moonlight they sped, and were soon in the shadow of the great bronze statue.
"Let"s wait here a minute and look around," whispered Dion.
They crouched down in the shadow and looked back. Their hearts almost stopped beating when they saw two cloaked figures emerge from the temple, and they recognized Lampon and the priest of the Erechthc.u.m. The two men pa.s.sed so near the statue that the children could plainly hear their voices, though they spoke in low tones.
"We will wait at the head of the street of the Amphorae," they heard Lampon say. "He is sure to pa.s.s that way. It will relieve my tongue to tell him some things in the guise of a common ruffian which I could not say as a priest."
"You did well to recognize those brats," said the priest of the Erechtheum. "They might have upset all our plans if we had not kept them safe."
The two brats behind the statue shook their fists at the retreating figures. They waited until the sound of footsteps had died away, and then they made a quick dash from the shadow and flew down the incline up which the procession had come in the morning. In a moment they were at the bottom. They could just see the dark figures of the priests disappearing toward the north. The children shrank back again into the shadow.
"What shall we do next?" said Daphne. "We don"t know our way anywhere at all. We don"t even know where our uncle lives."
"What was the name of that rich man at whose house they said Pericles was going to the banquet?" asked Dion, with a sudden inspiration.
"Oh, dear," said Daphne, "I can"t think. Let me see. Hip---Hip--"
"Ponicus," finished Dion, "that"s it! Surely any Athenian would know where a rich man like Hipponicus lives. We must just go along until we meet some one we can ask."
"Suppose we should meet Lampon!" shuddered Daphne.
"We shan"t," said Dion; "they"ve gone off that way. They are going to the street of the Amphorae. We should recognize that street. It has the long row of vases, don"t you remember? We went through it this morning."
"If we can find the house of Hipponicus and warn Pericles about the priests, I"m sure he"ll take care of us," said Daphne.
Encouraged by this thought, the two children pa.s.sed boldly out of the shadow and ran westward. They pa.s.sed a few people, but for the most part, the street was deserted, and they met no one they dared speak to. At last they came to the city wall and a gate.
"Now what shall we do?" murmured Daphne. "We can"t go any farther this way."
"Why, I know this place," Dion whispered joyfully. "It"s the gate that opens into the paved road to the Piraeus. It"s the very gate we came through this morning! The luck is surely with us now."
"Let"s stay here and speak to the first person that comes along," said Daphne. "I"m sure it will be the right one."
The two children waited with beating hearts. A tall figure now appeared walking toward the gate, followed by a slave carrying a torch. As the man drew near, the children went boldly out to meet him.