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
“If they had wanted me sorely it would have been hard to part, but my
mother did not want me. Even Ebba was more to her than I was. And my
father’s desire was that I should be a chosen priestess, as many of his
race have been before; therefore, I am content. And it may be that our
parents will return to Rome, if it be the great Emperor’s will--all he
wills comes to pass. It was his will that the Christians should be put
to death, and who could gainsay him?”
Two of the attendants now came to spread the evening meal under
a canvas canopy, which bore upon it the picture of an eagle with
outstretched wings. This sheltering canopy was made of the most
beautiful and costly material in the ships which belonged to any
great Roman noble. Even that of Burrhus was of purple silk with an
embroidered edge, but the other two small galleys were less costly in
their furnishings, and Hyacintha slept in the superior vessel, only
boarding the other in the day-time that she might be near her brother.
This vessel was under the command of a Roman named Caius, who was a
fine, noble-looking man, of few words; but who, nevertheless, had
conceived a great interest in the two children of the noble house who
were under the care of Burrhus.
He now drew near, and asked Hyacintha whether she and her attendant
would repair to the galley of Burrhus, or remain on board to partake of
the evening meal with Casca.
“I would fain stay here,” she answered, “till the merriment is over
there. The loud voices and music drown the sweet ripple of the water
against the prow, which I love to hear. And, moreover, good Caius,”
Hyacintha said, “I feel safer aboard your vessel from the pirates’
attacks.”
Caius’s dark eyes were fixed on a spot in the horizon, and he did
not reply. He stood motionless at the prow, gazing out in the same
direction, till the moon, nearly at the full, lifted her round face
above the distant horizon, and sent a flood of silvery light across
the water which seemed to come straight to the spot where the galley
was curtseying on the rising waves.
A dark speck upon the line of light was now visible to all eyes.
“Is that a Roman galley?” Casca asked.
Before he could get an answer, Caius had given the word for all sails
to be set.
Then he went to the prow, and shouted to those in Burrhus’s galley that
the foe was nearing them fast.
“All sails set,” was shouted back from the third galley.
And then much trampling and confusion and noise were heard on board
Burrhus’s ship. There had been free circulation of the wine cup, and it
was difficult to get those who were drowsy from drink to perform their
office.
The sailors were all at cross purposes, and the officers on board
shouting their orders, and countermanding them as soon as given.
Meantime, there could be no further doubt of the intentions of the
large ship which was bearing down upon them.
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