No. XIII; or, The Story of the Lost Vestal — John Shaqi
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
“I dare say you have managed to get together a few pearls. I mind
hearing of some of your race who carried off the biggest pearls from
the river on which Londinium is built, and in conducting the barter
with the Britons for their masters,[B] well filled their own pouches,
as I dare to say yours is filled. Now I must away. Ebba, remember I
have fulfilled my vow at the risk of my life; and if ever you see the
fair Hyacintha commend me to her with these words, ‘I have kept my
vow, and when she makes prayers to the goddess in the temple where her
presence lingers, bid her remember Claudius.’”
When Claudius was gone the Jew carefully stowed away the coins in his
pouch, and drew from it some dried fruit and a small vial of mead. Then
he said,
“Daughter, for I am to call thee daughter in place of her who is in
Abraham’s bosom--better there than in this cold world; come and eat,
before we go on our way.”
At first Anna refused to eat and drink, but then she remembered the
words of Agatha:--
“It may be that the Lord has work for thee to do for Him, and He spares
thy life to do it.”
After a pause, therefore, she roused herself, and in the dim light
which the waning moon shed through the aperture, she saw the Jew’s
face--a face lined with furrows, and giving the appearance of a very
old man, while, in truth, Ezra was scarcely sixty. Poor Anna felt that
she need not fear the old man, and as she saw tears coursing each other
down his cheeks she drew nearer to him.
“Father,” she said, “I would fain eat, as you desire, and live to help
and comfort you.”
Ezra shook his head from side to side, rocking himself to and fro,
after the fashion of his people.
“None can comfort and none can help, but I am as well pleased to have
thy company as to be solitary. He setteth the solitary in families,”
the old man said.
“Are you a Christian?” Anna asked, timidly.
She was surprised at the fierce denial that the Jew hurled at her. “A
Christian! nay. If you mean a follower of the Nazarene--nay, by the
Holy Father, I say _nay_!”
Frightened at the sudden change from calm sorrow to vehement rage, Anna
said no more.
Ezra handed her the vial and the dried fruit, and bade her eat and
drink, and said in the strength of that meal they must pursue their
way, and that the youth bade them not delay.
Before three o’clock the old man and the maiden were on their journey
eastward, making their way to the sea. When day dawned, they were about
five miles from Radburn, and Ezra halted by a spring, and, stooping
down, took a draught of the pure cold water in the hollow of his hand,
bidding Anna do the same. Then the Jew drew out more dried fruit; and
they reached a straggling village of mud dwellings about noon. The
people were friendly, and Ezra thought it wise to tarry there for the
rest and refreshment of his companion, who was, indeed, but the ghost
of the Ebba whom we first saw standing by Cæcilia’s couch.
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