Church history -- 4th century -- Fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
Up to this time she had borne with him, and had tried to excuse him, and
to think herself answerable for much of what she endured. But at last--
about ten months after her marriage--something occurred between her and
Phoebicius--something which stood like a wall of brass between him and
her; and as this something had led to his banishment to the remote oasis,
and to his degradation to the rank of captain of a miserable maniple,
instead of his obtaining his hoped for promotion, he began to torment her
systematically while she tried to protect herself by icy coldness, so
that at last it came to this, that the husband, for whom she felt nothing
but contempt, had no more influence on her life, than some physical pain
which a sick man is doomed to endure all through his existence.
In his presence she was silent, defiant, and repellent, but as soon as he
quitted her, her innate, warm-hearted kindliness and child-like merriment
woke up to new life, and their fairest blossoms opened out in the
senator's house among the little troop who amply repaid her love with
theirs.
Phoebicius belonged to the worshippers of Mithras, and he often fasted
in his honor to the point of exhaustion, while on the other hand he
frequently drank with his boon companions, at the feasts of the god,
till he was in a state of insensibility.
Here even, in Mount Sinai, he had prepared a grotto for the feast of
Mithras, had gathered together a few companions in his faith, and when it
happened that he remained out all day and all night, and came home paler
even than usual, she well knew where he had been. Just now she vividly
pictured to herself the person of this man with his eyes, that now were
dull with sleep and now glowed with rage, and she asked herself whether
it were indeed possible that of her own free will she had chosen to
become his wife. Her bosom heaved with quicker breathing as she
remembered the ignominy he had subjected her to in Rome, and she clenched
her small hands. At this instant the little dog sprang from her lap and
flew barking to the window-sill; she was easily startled, and she drew on
her morning-gown, which had slipped from her white shoulders; then she
fastened the straps of her sandals, and went to look down into the court-
yard.
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