No. XIII; or, The Story of the Lost VestalMarshall, Emma
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No. XIII; or, The Story of the Lost Vestal
Marshall, Emma
Christian converts -- Fiction; Rome -- History -- Empire, 30 B.C.-476 A.D. -- Fiction; Vestal virgins -- Fiction
At a sign from Agatha, Anna knelt with the rest, and then Amphibalus
rising, turned to the people, and bade them draw near and receive the
sign of the love of the Crucified One, the bread and the wine which
He had commanded. In a few short words, he rehearsed the story of the
Cross to those poor trembling converts who at any moment might be
discovered and dragged off to a cruel death. He told of the life which
now is, and that hope of the life to come, as the blessed experience of
the Christian, and his anchor. For life here without Him is darkness,
and life there without Him is a dread void. What did stripes and
persecution weigh in the balance, when the future exceeding glory and
joy were on the other side! Then he went on to speak of Alban, and the
soldier who died with him, rather than live without him, and to bid all
those present to encourage each other in steadfastness and courage.
The Communion was then celebrated; the water from a neighbouring
spring, being coloured with wine which Amphibalus had preserved in
a small leathern flask in a secret pocket of his robe, filled the
rude cup which was offered to the little band, and small fragments of
wheaten bread were eaten.
The command thus obeyed in all simplicity of faith brought its blessing
with it. Surely the strengthening and refreshing of these fugitives
were a great reality, and poor Anna, rising from her knees with a smile
on her lips, whispered--
“I will feed on Thee in my heart, O Saviour, and I shall know neither
hunger nor thirst.”
There was need of faith, for the bodies of the little band were nearly
exhausted before food came. It was not till darkness covered the face
of the country that a messenger was sent to Radburn to buy bread. He
returned about midnight, with loaves concealed in his clothes, and a
pewter flagon or cup, that could be filled from the spring, and was
handed round.
When the bread was divided every one of the fainting converts received
the right share, and then Amphibalus prayed for a blessing, and that
this food might support the bodies of those who partook of it till more
bountiful provision was vouchsafed.
A consultation was held as to the future, and it was decided that the
small band should remain in hiding in the cave to await the coming in
of any more fugitives from the city.
Agatha, who was a strong and active woman, busied herself in making the
three caves more habitable, by heaping up the heather and dried leaves
for beds, and plaiting some of it into small baskets, which might be
useful for exchanging for food whenever there was any obtainable in
their wanderings.
Wales was the probable destination of the little community, where it
was hoped they might find employment as keepers of pigs and cattle,
and in the fastnesses of that district make converts from the scanty
population, and by degrees found a church there.
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