"Sophronia!" groaned Manlius, and his drawn sword fell from his hand. Doubt took possession of his heart. He believed that he was still the sport of a terrible dream, and with heavy tongue faltered: "Gods of Olympus, let me wake!" "You are awake!" said Sophronia. "Look me in the face. I am Sophronia, the friend of your childhood." "But this cup of blood----" "Blood only for those who believe, the remembrance of blood for those who remember. Touch it with your lips." With ill-repressed loathing Manlius tried the contents of the cup and stammered in amazement: "This is wine." Then, in a low tone, seized by a fear hitherto unknown, he asked: "And that dying figure?" "Is the image of the crucified Saviour." Manlius perceived with astonishment that it was only a painted picture. "Do you worship a dead man?" "A god who became man to die." "That is impossible." "How often the gods of Olympus assumed human form in order to enjoy pleasures whose sweetness can be experienced only by human senses. The God of Love, our God, assumed human form in order to be able to feel the sorrows which torture mankind, misery, shame, persecution, and death. The gods of Olympus became human beings to show mortals the path to hell; the God of Love, our God, became a mortal to guide us into the way to heaven! The gods of Olympus are brilliant, royal forms, who demand sacrificed victims, gold, magnificent temples, bloody hecatombs, and promise in return long life, treasures, palaces, and blood-stained victories. The God of Love, our God, is a poor, dead form, who asks nothing except a pure heart, and promises nothing at all for this life; whose image is a symbol that, in this existence, we shall have only sorrow and suffering, but in another world joy and happiness await us----" While these words were uttered, all who were present involuntarily bared their heads. Manlius did the same, without knowing why. The others knelt down; he, too, fell on his knees. "I have persecuted you wrongfully," he faltered, extending his arms, "Take vengeance on me." "The God of Love commands us to forgive our persecutors. Leave this place in peace and confidence. Though you should betray us, torture us, slay us, we will pray for you." "May I be accursed if I do so. Never can I leave you calmly, for you have filled my heart with unrest. The terrible words of the avenging God arrested me in my path. I read in your face the words of the all-pardoning God. Oh, give me comfort. Must I lose two heavens: one above, the other in your heart?" "The heaven of love is closed against no one," said Sophronia, pointing upward with holy devotion. Manlius clasped the outstretched hand, and raising it to his lips, asked with tender emotion: "And your heart?" "The God of Love does not forbid earthly love," replied Sophronia, with a radiant smile.