As through his ground teeth Calenus shrieked forth those last words,
Nydia felt that in his worst passions was her certainty of his justice
to the Athenian. Her heart beat: was it to be her proud destiny to
preserve her idolized--her adored? Enough,' said she, 'the powers that
conducted me hither will carry me through all. Yes, I feel that I shall
deliver thee. Wait in patience and hope.'
'But be cautious, be prudent, sweet stranger. Attempt not to appeal to
Arbaces--he is marble. Seek the praetor--say what thou knowest--obtain
his writ of search; bring soldiers, and smiths of cunning--these locks
are wondrous strong! Time flies--I may starve--starve! if you are not
quick! Go--go! Yet stay--it is horrible to be alone!--the air is like a
charnel--and the scorpions--ha! and the pale larvae; oh! stay, stay!'
'Nay,' said Nydia, terrified by the terror of the priest, and anxious to
confer with herself--'nay, for thy sake, I must depart. Take hope for
thy companion--farewell!'
So saying, she glided away, and felt with extended arms along the
pillared space until she had gained the farther end of the hall and the
mouth of the passage that led to the upper air. But there she paused;
she felt that it would be more safe to wait awhile, until the night was
so far blended with the morning that the whole house would be buried in
sleep, and so that she might quit it unobserved. She, therefore, once
more laid herself down, and counted the weary moments. In her sanguine
heart, joy was the predominant emotion. Glaucus was in deadly
peril--but she should save him!
Chapter XV
ARBACES AND IONE. NYDIA GAINS THE GARDEN. WILL SHE ESCAPE AND SAVE THE
ATHENIAN?
WHEN Arbaces had warmed his veins by large draughts of that spiced and
perfumed wine so valued by the luxurious, he felt more than usually
elated and exultant of heart. There is a pride in triumphant ingenuity,
not less felt, perhaps, though its object be guilty. Our vain human
nature hugs itself in the consciousness of superior craft and
self-obtained success--afterwards comes the horrible reaction of
remorse.
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