Historical fiction; Jerusalem -- Fiction; Jerusalem -- History -- Siege, 70 A.D. -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“I am hardly likely to adopt that explanation, believing as I do in the
eternity of those gods by whose worship Rome has grown so great. The
story is true, let the meaning be what it may,” added Crispus in a tone
whose sharpness deterred Theomantes from making any further comment.
CHAPTER III
THE QUEEN OF BEAUTY
Now, while telling his story, Crispus had become suddenly alive to the
presence of a very beautiful girl sitting at an adjoining triclinium.
It was not so much her beauty, however, that attracted him as the
attention she had paid to his words. She was by far the keenest and
most attentive of his listeners, seeming to hang breathless upon his
lips during the whole recital; of all the assembly, she seemed to be
the only person to receive the story with pleasure.
“Rufus,” whispered he, “who is that girl with the lovely golden
tresses? To the left of us--on the next triclinium?”
Rufus turned in leisurely fashion to survey the maid in question.
“I know not her name, or who she is. She came hither accompanied by him
who reclines beside her. As I see no likeness betwixt the two, I take
it he is not her father.”
The man referred to was evidently a Hebrew, and distinguished both by
his noble features and rich attire.
“Her father? Not he!” said Tertullus. “That is Josephus, a Jew, and yon
damsel, I’ll swear, is no Jewess. There is a grace and beauty about her
that is quite Ionic.”
“Who is this Josephus?” asked Crispus.
“He is a priest of the first of the twenty-four courses,” replied
Tertullus, “and a rabbi so wondrously wise from his cradle upwards
that when he was only fourteen, aged priests and venerable sanhedrists
would consult him on points of the law too hard for their own
understanding.”
“What’s your authority for that story?” said Rufus dryly.
“The best authority--his own.[3] He hath told me so many a time. At
the mature age of seventeen he had exhausted the whole course of
philosophy, and had decided that Pharisaism is the road to heaven.
But though a Pharisee, he cultivates Grecian literature, has literary
aspirations, and is said to be writing at the present time a treatise
that shall prove us Greeks and Romans to be in the matter of antiquity
mere children of yesterday when compared with the Jews.”
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