Æmilius found himself no longer hearkened to. To him this was a matter of no concern. He had sought to engage attention only so as to withdraw it from Perpetua and leave opportunity for her friends to remove her. Now that this object was attained, he laughingly leaped from the balustrade and made as though he was about to return home. But at once the chief priestess saw his object, and cried: “Seize him! He blasphemes the god, founder of the city. He would destroy the college. Let him be conveyed into the temple, that the Holy One may there deal with him as he wills.” The Prefect of Police, whose duty it was to keep order, now advanced with the few men he had deemed necessary to bring with him, and he said in peremptory tone: “We can suffer no violence. If he has transgressed the law, let him be impeached.” “Sir,” answered the priestess, “we will use no violence. He has insulted the majesty of the god. He has snatched from him his destined and devoted victim. Yet we meditate no severe reprisals. All I seek is that he may be brought into the presence of the god in the adytum, where is a table spread with cakes. Let him there sprinkle incense on the fire and eat of the cakes. Then he shall go free. If the god be wroth, he will manifest his indignation. But if, as I doubt not, he be placable, then shall this man depart unmolested.” “Against this I have naught to advance,” said the prefect. But one standing by whispered him: “Those cakes are not to be trusted. I have heard of one who ate and fell down in convulsions after eating.” “That is a matter between the god and Æmilius Varo. I have done my duty.” Then the confraternity of the Cultores Nemausi spread itself so as to encircle the place and include Æmilius, barring every passage. He might, doubtless, have escaped had he taken to his heels at the first summons of the club to congregate, but he had desired to occupy the attention of the people as long as possible, and it did not comport with his self‐respect to run from danger. Throwing over him the toga which he had cast aside when he leaped into the pond, he thrust one hand into his bosom and leisurely strode through the crowd, waving them aside with the other hand, till he stopped by the living barrier of the worshippers of Nemausus. “You cannot pass, sir,” said the captain of that party which intercepted his exit. “The chief priestess hath ordered that thou appear before the god in his cella and then do worship and submit thyself to his will.” “And how is that will to be declared?” asked the young man, jestingly. “Sir! thou must eat one of the dedicated placenta.” “I have heard of these same cakes and have no stomach for them.” “Nevertheless eat thou must.” “What if I will not?” “Then constraint will be used. The prefect has given his consent. Who is to deliver thee?” “Who! Here come my deliverers!” A tramp of feet was audible. Instantly Æmilius ran back to the balustrade, leaped upon it, and, waving his arm, shouted: