Sophronia shuddered at this scene, which, wherever she turned her eyes, showed the same figures; and for the first time in her life she forgot to call upon the name of God, who is always nearest when the danger is greatest. But who could think of God's presence where the devil's altars are erected? In trembling terror the Christian maiden seized her gold _balteus_, as it were from instinct, without remembering her sister's hint. But no sooner did she feel the hilt of the dagger in her hand than she regained her strength of soul. In an instant she was once more the brave, resolute Roman, and without waiting to be led, she passed boldly through the circling dancers, and with her tall figure drawn up to its full height, stood proudly before Carinus. "Is it you whom they call in Rome the Augustus?" she asked with infinite contempt. Carinus, smiling, raised himself on his couch, and motioned to the noisy revellers to be quiet. "Since when has the word 'Augustus' in the Roman tongue meant shame and loathsomeness?" Sophronia boldly continued, gazing defiantly at Carinus. "What accursed destiny sent you to Rome to gather around you everything that is abominable, everything that is accursed, and bring to sovereignty the sins transmitted to you from the temples of your gods? Do you not feel the trembling of the earthquake under your feet; do you not hear the muttering of heaven's thunder? Does not the roar of millions of approaching barbarians rouse you from your slumber, that you may learn that you are not the lord, but only dust upon the earth, which at a single breath of God will pass away and become the dust which buries you?" Carinus turned to Aevius, saying: "By Paphia, you did not deceive me. This is a wonderful creature. There, there, beautiful maiden, rage on, be wrathful; upbraiding only heightens your beauty, and the more you reproach me the more ardent my love becomes." "You will repent some day amid eternal flames! Above you is throned an invisible God, who reads the thoughts of your heart; and as you now see laughing faces around you, you will behold on the Day of Judgment features tortured and distorted by pain, and you yourself will not be otherwise." "By the Pantheon! This figure is still lacking in the ranks of the gods. Aevius, bring a sculptor. Build a temple, place the statue of this goddess in it, and call her _Venus bellatrix_." An artist belonging to the court instantly pressed forward, seized a stylus and waxed paper, and Sophronia, with chaste indignation, perceived that while Aevius was turning her indignant words into rhyme, the sculptor was trying to catch the movements of her superb figure. The young girl instantly stopped speaking; not another word did she utter, not a feature of her face moved. "Hasten your work, Sextus, if you wish to sketch the _Venus bellatrix_," said Carinus. "In an hour this figure will be _Venus victa_."