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Bathed in the sunlight of an azure sky, the Temple of Diana raised its lovely head and shone the fairest mistress of the ancient East. Boasting a long list of ancestors, she, the last of a line of temples, the Mighty One that should fight against the coming Christ, a strong fortress wherein her devotees should defend their faith against all detractors--this the last, the eighth, the proudest Temple, the wonder of the world, was now in all its splendour, enthroned at the head of the sacred port, and shone out like a silvery sun.
Built on sure foundations of the Ionic order, with symmetrical proportions, it towered high in majesty, with double rows of fluted marble pillars carved magnificently, many of which were the gifts of kings.
Its p.r.o.naos and pediments were resplendent with marble, whilst the vestibule and peristyle were adorned with the richest friezes and the n.o.blest statues.
The roof of cedar was covered with marble and gold, and the staircases were of vine. Around it on every side great flights of marble steps led up to the sacred shrine.
The entrance doors to this mighty Temple were of cypress wood, with ivory panels of richest sculpture set in gold.
Within, the place was full of rarest beauty, and strength abounded on every hand.
Pillars rose on pillars, and the choicest workmans.h.i.+p adorned them. The friezes and the painted walls were all that art could furnish, and the sky appeared through the open roof like a circle of fairest blue.
In the Temple stood the altar, behind the altar the great statue of the Moon G.o.ddess, Diana of the Ephesians, the Lady Saviour, the Resplendent One, the Mother of Nature. This symbol of deity was hidden from the vulgar gaze by a lovely veil of costly make, coloured with purple of Tyre, adorned with figures and arabesques and embroideries from Babylon, and edged with a fringe of purest gold. Behind the statue was the opisthodomus, or retiring chamber.
The Temple floor was of white marble, the purest kind, and polished, the joining of the slabs faced with golden wire.
The quiet splendour of this mighty edifice baffles description. Not only was it magnificent in itself, but it was the grand storehouse for all that was beautiful and costly. It abounded in the sculptured works of Praxiteles and Thrason, and there were the statues of the Amazons, and that by Rhoecus, which the Ephesians called 'Night,' and those by Phidias and Scopas, silver wrought by Mentor, vases made of gold.
The cella walls were hung with costly paintings--pictures by Timarete, the daughter of Nicon; others by Callithon of Samos, portraying 'Discord raising the Battle' and the 'Binding on of the Armour of Patroclus.'
There was Euphonor's 'Ulysses feigning Madness,' and that great painting by Timanthes which caused a shudder to pa.s.s through the mighty Alexander, and the majestic portrait of that mighty conqueror painted by Apelles.
In it were stored the strangest books, and there hung the finest instruments of music.
It was the common treasury for all Asia; all nations deposited their treasures there for safety, and the world wondered at its riches.
Deposits were made of all kinds--honorary statues, votive offerings, spoils, and actual treasure--and the people invoked the blessing of the G.o.ddess whose presence filled the golden shrine of Ephesus.
An awful stillness reigned within the sacred pile--silence soon to be lightly broken by the entrance of a few priestesses, who led a girl within the folding doors of the great sanctuary.
This was the night prior to initiation, and the novice was taken there that she might recognise solemnly what she was about to do on the morrow.
The moonlight streamed faintly through the open roof, casting shadows on the marble floor.
As Saronia--for it was she who accompanied the priestesses--moved on, she drew her cloak lightly around her, for the night-winds were chill, and her spirit nature was strained to its highest point. They stopped in front of the great altar. The moon threw off her veil of clouds, and the light from her glorious body shone forth, illuminating the veil that hid the statue of the G.o.ddess.
'See thou that glorious...o...b.. Saronia--for thou shalt ever retain thy name, a favour granted to few--seest thou that globe of light? 'Tis the symbol of our G.o.ddess--the symbol set in the blue heavens--and behind this purple veil her image stands, shadowing her forth, the mother of nature, protector of cities, and dispenser of all good gifts to men. On earth we wors.h.i.+p her as such; above she is Luna, the Queen of Heaven; and when the time comes that thou canst bear it, thou shalt know her as Hecate, the G.o.ddess of the underworld, she who governs the shades and rules the spirits in Hades with an eternal power. This G.o.ddess--the Triformis--thou art about to serve with all thy soul. Is it not so?
Canst thou be true to her, forsaking all, follow where her great spirit leads? She will speak to thee, maiden--she will speak to thee; and, having once spoken, that voice will ever reverberate through the deepest recesses of thy being, will live on for ever to bless thee, or wind around thy soul to curse thee down to Tartarus as thou art faithful or false.
'Saronia! Saronia! it is not yet too late to withdraw and throw thyself into the mighty throe of the great world's agony. Which shall it be? It is for thee to decide. No one is pressed into the service of the great G.o.ddess Diana, neither may any follow her as a matter of convenience.'
A cloud pa.s.sed o'er the moon, and they were shrouded in darkness. Then as suddenly pa.s.sed those cloudlets away, and Saronia, trembling with fear, said:
'Great priestess of the G.o.ddess, fear not; my mind is settled. Long, long have I wished for this hour, the hour of joy. My soul thrills with antic.i.p.ation; my whole being is like one grand instrument tuned to the hand of my lady G.o.ddess, Diana Trivia. Let the night hasten; let the darkness be driven with power of the storm-wind; may the night speed on, and make way for the morning. Oh, chaste moon, flee thy way to the west, that the scarlet shafts may appear and I may pour my soul out before thee. My spirit longeth for thee, oh gracious one, that I may dwell in thy Temple evermore.'
Then deep silence fell on all, and the pillars and roof cast great ghostly shadows on the floor, conjuring up mighty forms of weirdness, and the priestesses murmured reverently:
'The G.o.ddess is here! Hecate is here!'
The winds were rising and whistling with strange meaning through the sacred pines; the moon sailed down the west as a barque on the wings of a favouring gale; the stars looked down from their distant thrones; the song of the waves came up from the strand; and the night wore on.
The next day's sun arose, mounted the heavens in beauty, and smiled down its splendour on mountain and sea. Saronia breathed the fresh morning air. All nature was alive; the flowers seemed to cast a richer perfume; the birds, to her, warbled their choicest strains; life and joy were everywhere; night and death were asleep.
The great highway to peace was unclouded, and she could look straight down the golden road, until it melted into the altar-steps of heaven.
This was her bridal morn; why should she not be happy? And that day she was wedded to her faith, initiated into the mysteries of Diana, and became a priestess of the G.o.ddess.
CHAPTER VI
LUCIUS
Ephesus was a scene of gaiety.
Great arches decorated with choice foliage and festooned with lovely flowers spanned the public way; banners of strange beauty waved on the morning breeze; jubilant strains of martial music floated on the perfumed air.
The day was young, yet vast crowds were astir. This was a festive day--the day of the home-coming of Lucius, whose wife was Venusta.
Yes, he was to arrive in port to-day in command of a Roman squadron. Had he not been to far-off Britain and brought a British chieftain captive to Rome?
Already the powerful s.h.i.+ps were seen between the Isle of Samos and the main. Soon they drew nearer. Their great square sails set to catch the favouring gale urged them onwards like homesick birds until they drew close to the entrance of the port, and the people flocked to meet them.
For Lucius was a valiant commander, and he should have a hearty welcome.
Besides, had he not from time to time made costly offerings to their city protectoress, and was there not a tablet in the great theatre recounting the n.o.ble deeds of Lucius Erastus?
The fleet had entered the channel leading up to the city port. First came, like flying scouts, groups of gaily painted boats and splendid barges, with sails of many hues, vermilion, azure, golden-coloured, and white, some with stripes, and many-formed devices, others with curious mystic signs.
Streamers hung lazily aloft from masts and yards, prows and sterns, whilst flutes and lyres, syrinx and clarionet, kithra and aulos sent forth the soft Ionian music until the sh.o.r.es were wrapt in softest harmony. Some of the welcomers had ventured beyond the margin of the strand, and now returned in haste to lead the way.
Then came the biremes with their double rows of oars, and clewed-up sails, swinging on the yards. Then the triremes followed with their treble banks of oars, and one among the last of those great s.h.i.+ps was greatest. She was commanded by the Roman favourite. Yes, there she comes with beaked prow, projecting ram, castellated cabin, and great oars sweeping the silver sea. Above her gunwale rose a line of polished s.h.i.+elds and rows of glittering spears--spears handled by warriors who knew their work.
Flags flew out from end to end, blazoning in wild profusion along the yards and up the mast, gambolling with the cordage and the mighty sail.
Following the wars.h.i.+ps came a host of vessels and boats, and along the banks of the great ca.n.a.l mult.i.tudes hastened, shouting as they went great shouts of welcome.
The Roman fleet with its hosts of followers moored within the harbour with the city full in view, and Lucius thought he saw a silvery scarf waving from a house on Mount Coressus.
When he had landed and was near the great theatre, many were the friends who surrounded him, giving greeting; foes also, with envy at heart, time-servers, cried 'Welcome!'
Just then the joyous acclamations for a moment ceased. A cl.u.s.ter of priestesses going from temple to temple pa.s.sed that way, and the hardy sailor bared his head as the little procession went by. Two eyes met his, and a feeling as if the dead were there crept through his soul; they were dark unfathomable eyes, and the girl was tall and beautiful, with cl.u.s.tering hair. And he said within him: 'Where have I seen that face ere now?'
When she had pa.s.sed he went his way, but his brow was dark with thought; something had crossed his track leaving a trail of gloom, why, he could not say. Again sweet voices chimed pleasantly, and the softest Ionian cadences floated out from the roofless Odeum. A carpet of bruised and dying roses strewed the ground.
He had soon forgotten the girl with the dark eyes and cl.u.s.tering hair, and entered his princely home on the slopes of Coressus. Around it the pine-trees waved a greeting, and the wind sighed through the branches of the cypress.
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