A Christian But a Roman Part 6
You’re reading novel A Christian But a Roman Part 6 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!
"Let this girl be brought before me!"
The poet received the Caesar's command with deep satisfaction, and, provided with his seal ring, hastened directly to the prison.
CHAPTER V.
Sophronia had been locked in a separate cell, where she was entirely alone. The sun could reach her only through a small round window, and when it shone upon the head of the kneeling maiden, the halo of martyrdom seemed to hover around it.
A snow-white robe, fair and pure as her soul, floated around her. Her face wore an expression of supernatural repose, in which the impress of resolution alone betrayed the mortal.
The door of the dungeon opened and a tall, stately woman entered, slipping a purse of gold into the jailer's hand as he left it ajar behind her.
She was clad in a heavy silk _himation_, fastened on the shoulders by diamond mounted fibulas; a costly anadem confined her wealth of curls, and the golden veil hanging below, in spite of the delicacy of its texture, completely shrouded her features. The draping of the folds of her robe showed refined taste, and the heavy pearls which held down the ends and corners indicated the high rank of the wearer.
Sophronia looked up as she heard the rustling of the silk, and seeing the stranger standing before her, asked in surprise:
"What do you seek here, Roman?"
The lady raised her veil, revealing a face which recalled the sublime G.o.ddesses of ancient times; a lofty brow, beautiful lips, cheeks in whose dimples Cupids were playing, and dark eyes with the deep, indescribable expression that seems to conceal all the enigmas of feeling, alluring charm and repellent sadness in every feature--a wonderful play of sorrow and suns.h.i.+ne which in the sky is called a rainbow, in the human face pa.s.sion.
At the first moment Sophronia shrank back at the sight of this countenance, but she instantly held out her hand with a lovely smile, saying kindly:
"Sister Glyceria!"
"Do not give me your hand," said the lady sadly. "Do not embrace me.
At the first instant of recognition you started back. You were afraid of this face, and you may be right. It is four years since we have seen each other, four years during which you have heard so many curses heaped upon me by revered lips that you did not tremble without cause when you saw my features."
"I have never ceased to love you."
"I will gladly believe it, but let us not speak of that. Your new faith teaches you to love even your enemies. Fate has taught me to renounce all whom I have loved. But that is well; we have no time to indulge in lamentations now. I have learned that the games in the circus to-morrow will be closed by the martyrdom of the Christians who are sentenced to death."
"Then let G.o.d's will be done," said Sophronia, clasping her hands on her bosom.
"No, this shall not be done! Twice already I have tried to release you, but I came too late; to-day I am in time. Change clothes with me; put on my veil. Your figure is like mine; no one will notice the difference. A trustworthy slave is waiting outside with horses. In an hour you can be clasped in the arms of your father and your lover."
Glyceria closed her eyes sadly, crus.h.i.+ng hot tears with their lids, as if she had said: "My father, my lover!"
"And you?" asked Sophronia.
"I shall stay here."
"And the games in the circus to-morrow?"
"Will be closed with me."
"Never!" said Sophronia, filled with lofty self-sacrifice.
"Why never? Those who hate _me_ love _you_, and how gladly I would give years of my life to win a smile from their lips. If one of us must die, why should it be you, whose loss will plunge them into despair? Why not rather I, whose death they would bless? You will preserve a happy life for others; I shall cast from me a wretched one."
Sophronia clasped her sister's hands in both her own, and gazed with her pure eyes deep into Glyceria's troubled, sorrowful ones.
"You were the woman who, on the night I was captured, offered me her horse to escape?"
"Why do you speak of that?"
"Do you remember my answer?"
"You said that a Christian ought not to fly from danger."
"Since then I have seen death in many forms, and I repeat it. If it is G.o.d's will that His name shall be praised by my martyrdom, let His will be done. I will accept with rapture the crown of thorns that encircled the Saviour's brow, and bless the hand which opens the door of salvation to me. Oh, death means no torture to those whose joys begin after it is over."
"But those whom you would leave behind?"
"They will see me again beyond the grave."
"To which despair will bring them. O Sophronia, listen. Two human beings who execrate me are now praying for you. If you die this terrible death, you will not meet them in the other world, for the horrors of life will hunt them down to Hades. Oh, let me die, let me be forgotten, wept by no one, blessed by no one, missed by no one. Let your grey-haired father have two joys in a single day--my death and your life."
"A heart so embittered is not fit for death, O Glyceria!"
"Do you suppose I could not look it calmly in the face?"
"But not rapturously. To the Christian death is a new world; to the unbeliever an eternal darkness."
"May this darkness embrace me. Life only oppresses me like a burden. I do not desire to live again, but wish to pa.s.s away, to be forgotten, to rest undisturbed in a silent grave. I want to leave this brilliant chaos, whose sole reality is pain. But may you lead a long and happy life."
"O Glyceria, why should your face become so gloomy?"
"Is it not true that once there was not so great a difference between us? My soul was as radiant, my face as bright as yours. We were so much alike that even our father could scarcely distinguish us. Nay, the object of our love was the same, and we did not conceal this from each other, but agreed that if he chose one, the other would silently resign him."
"Ah, if he had only taken you! Then we might both be happy."
"It was not my fate, O sister! The G.o.ds had not so decreed. Unknown, mysterious hands tangle the threads of human destiny, and guide them harshly through life. So who ought to be called to account for the soul? The man whose wife I became was a pitiful libertine, who appeared just at the time Manlius decided in your favour, and by producing a doc.u.ment which contained proof that our father was connected with a conspiracy against Carinus, forced me to become his wife."
"And therefore my father cursed you."
"May he never recall his curse. It has been fulfilled. This venal slave lost his head when the Caesar saw me. From that moment my life was a perpetual warfare, whose weapons were flattery and seduction. I had to defend my father constantly. All the men who breathe here are his foes! The Caesar hates him because he will not flatter him; the courtiers hate him because he is a man of honour; the people hate him because he is rich; every criminal hates him because here virtue is considered a conspiracy against sin. I was forced to conquer all Rome, from the Caesar to the plebeian, that I might save the grey hairs on my father's head. I attended the Imperator's orgies. I allowed myself to be applauded in the amphitheatre by the dregs of the people, and to be flattered by base courtiers. And how often I have torn up Mesembrius's death sentence after I succeeded, half by cajolery, half by force, in wresting it from the hands of spies, demagogues, senators, lictors, and even those of the Caesar himself!"
"And this brought you my father's curses."
"He was right. It was contemptible in the daughter of a Roman patrician. Oh, he must never know it. If he should learn that he lived at such a cost, he would kill himself."
"You also discovered that the hiding place of my fellow-believers was betrayed, and hastened there in advance of the others?"
"I informed Manlius of it two days before, but he shrank from entering my house. Now there is no other way of escape save the one I offer, and thus fate will be best satisfied. She who merits death and desires it will die, and those who enjoy life and deserve it will be happy.
That is right. Return to your father and to Manlius, Sophronia, and then go far, far away from here."
A Christian But a Roman Part 6
You're reading novel A Christian But a Roman Part 6 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.
A Christian But a Roman Part 6 summary
You're reading A Christian But a Roman Part 6. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Mor Jokai already has 651 views.
It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.
LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com
- Related chapter:
- A Christian But a Roman Part 5
- A Christian But a Roman Part 7