Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas MaccabaeusLudlow, James M. (James Meeker)
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Deborah: A tale of the times of Judas Maccabaeus
Ludlow, James M. (James Meeker)
Jewish fiction; Jews -- History -- 586 B.C.-70 A.D. -- Fiction; Maccabees -- Fiction
The house appropriated to the Governor's use was the palace on Mount
Sion. Though the finest residential structure in Jerusalem, like
Elkiah's house, it was but a sorry scion of its architectural pedigree.
For instead of the colonnades where Solomon once walked, and the golden
roof which had sheltered the harem of that pious libertine, where now
the lime whitened walls and domes of what, but for its site, might have
been taken for a caravansery.
Captain Dion passed through the court, with its broken ancient
fountains and cheap reproductions of recent Greek statuary. He was
greeted by Apollonius at the entrance to the hall of audience.
"Welcome, Dion! In time to sup with me to-night. After the feast we
will have a symposium that will make the dead Alexander come to life
with envy. He would risk another death by fever for the sake of a
draught of such wines as the King has sent me from Antioch."
Dion excused himself, and stated the purpose of his visit.
"Nay; so jovial and witty a comrade as yourself cannot be let off,"
cried the roystering commandant. "Nor need you trouble yourself about
the boy. I will issue the order that he be brought here. It will be
a quicker way and more certain--that is, if the circumcised dog be
living, which we may doubt; for, since the permission given yesterday,
the men are making short work of all this Jewish spawn."
Dion changed his tack, and urged that he must return to take care of
his friend Glaucon.
"What care you for the traitor Glaucon?" replied the General. "If that
man betrays his own race he will not be true to you. It is enough that
such creatures as Glaucon are allowed to live, and keep their property,
which should be our common spoil. Let him die of his hurt; we shall
all be the better off, with one Jew less and houses more. But stay you
shall, Dion, or, by Herakles! I will issue orders to cut the boy's
throat when found. No carouse is complete if Dion be absent," he said,
throwing his arm about him. "Come now, it's a treaty with you. I know
that your friendship is not for Glaucon, but for the black-eyed Diana,
his sister, whom I saw to-day. Drink with us you shall, or I shall be
jealous as Zeus is of his Hera, and send your Jewish goddess straight
to Antiochus as a gift. Go, then, get your ivy and head-grease, and
come back quickly; for see, the gnomon already casts shadow of six
paces--the hour the gods themselves have set for supper."
"Then I must eat your dainty meats," said Dion, seeing the futility of
opposing the distempered will of his superior. Veiling his resentment
under a forced hilarity, he retired, and a half-hour later returned in
company with the other guests.
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