“Stephanus,” she began. “You have carried out your task with a mastery, that almost makes me tremble. I am standing face to face with a splendid triumph, and yet--the gods know! I do not rejoice in it. I am told that Quintus Claudius is as calm and unshaken as a demi-god. To-day, as I saw the beasts standing over their gory prey, I pictured him to myself--him...! Stephanus, even at this last moment, you must stem the current and divert it into some happier channel. You may call me faithless--false; I cannot help it, I refuse you the reward of your cruel services, unless you succeed even now in saving Quintus Claudius.” “But Madam, you crush me to the earth,” cried Stephanus in accents of unfeigned despair. “You too...! But how can I...? If you yourself have not the power....” “You must achieve, what your mistress has failed in doing. I have asked his pardon of Caesar, and have been refused--perhaps for no other reason, but that it was I who asked it. I loathe the fate, which thus humiliates me! And you, Stephanus, can you risk your life for your mistress?” “For the prize of your love? my life a thousand times over.” “Well then--but come close that I may speak low. I know, that during the last few months you have often in secret paid visits to Clodianus; ah! your surprise is in itself a confession. You are compromised, past all escape; but fear nothing! I know all. Now, perhaps, you may understand what has hitherto puzzled you: why I have tried to influence Parthenius through Lycoris.--Now, tell me, how would you like to see Domitia, your sovereign, Empress of the World?” “Madam--I am bewildered, helpless; too much is coming upon me at once. I confess....” “Now, consider what you have to do. If the sceptre were in my hand this day, Quintus Claudius would be pardoned. But, as it is, my will is a mere breath beating vainly against the rock of perversity and cruelty. It is all the same, you must save him--I swear it, by my wrath, by my love!” “Oh! this is torment, martyrdom! What an incredible revulsion; is your revenge already slaked? And supposing I could save him--who knows whether you might not then reproach me, for having yielded to the request you insist on so vehemently to-day? Then, once more, I should be cheated of heaven and plunged deeper than ever into the gulf of despair.” “I swear to you by Styx, that dark river by which the gods themselves swear: I am yours, as soon as Quintus is saved. You must see, Stephanus, offended pride has gone too far. Have you not heard, that his father is on his death-bed? Pity will have its way, if only for the guiltless father’s sake. I too will claim the privilege of the gods and forgive. Now, leave me, Stephanus--go, set to work at once.” “I have no notion how.--But Domitia commands, and I obey. Such a passion as mine dares even the impossible.” He left the room.