"They say so, and my friend from Athens is quite convinced. In books of magic there are many formulas by which misfortunes may be transferred not merely from men to beasts, but from one human being to another. Very remarkable experiments have even been carried out with slaves, and to this day I have to struggle in several, provinces to suppress human sacrifices by which the gods are to be reconciled or propitiated. Only think of the innocent Iphigenia who was dragged to the altar; did not the gulf in the Forum close when Curtius had leaped into it? When Fate shoots a fatal arrow at you and I receive it in my breast, perhaps she is content with the chance victim and does not enquire as to whom she has hit." "The gods would be exorbitant indeed if they were not content with your blood for mine!" "Life is life, and that of the young is of better worth than that of the old. Many joys will yet bloom for you." "And you are indispensable to the whole world." "After me another will come. Are you ambitious, boy?" "No, my Lord." "What then can be the meaning of this: that every one wishes me joy of my son Verus excepting you. Do you not like my choice?" Antinous colored and looked at the ground, and Hadrian went on: "Say honestly what you feel." "The praetor is ill." "He can have but a few years to live, and when he is dead--" "He may recover--" "When he is dead, I must look out for another son. What do you think now? Who is the being that every man, from a slave to a consul, would soonest hear call him 'Father?"' "Some one he tenderly loved." "True--and particularly when that one clung to him with unchangeable fidelity. I am a man like any other, and you, my good fellow, are always nearest to my heart, and I shall bless the day when I may authorize you, before all the world, to call me 'Father.' Do not interrupt me. If you resolutely concentrate your will and show as keen a sense for ruling men as you do for the chase, if you try to sharpen your wits and take in what I teach you, it may some day happen that Antinous instead of Verus--" "Nay, not that, only not that!" cried the lad, turning very pale and raising his hands beseechingly. "The greatness with which Destiny surprises us seems terrible so long as it is new to us," said Hadrian. "But the seaman is soon accustomed to the storms, and we come to wear the purple as you do your chiton." "Oh, Caesar, I entreat you," said Antinous, anxiously, "put aside these ideas; I am not fit for great things." "The smallest saplings grow to be palms." "But I am only a wretched little herb that thrives awhile in your shadow. Proud Rome--"