'Hear to him--hear to this modest Pyrgopolinices! He has certainly
served under Bombochides Cluninstaridysarchides,' cried the host.
'Sporus, Niger, Tetraides, he declares he shall win the purse from you.
Why, by the gods! each of your muscles is strong enough to stifle all
his body, or I know nothing of the arena!'
'Ha!' said the gladiator, coloring with rising fury, 'our lanista would
tell a different story.'
'What story could he tell against me, vain Lydon?' said Tetraides,
frowning.
'Or me, who have conquered in fifteen fights?' said the gigantic Niger,
stalking up to the gladiator.
'Or me?' grunted Sporus, with eyes of fire.
'Tush!' said Lydon, folding his arms, and regarding his rivals with a
reckless air of defiance. 'The time of trial will soon come; keep your
valor till then.'
'Ay, do,' said the surly host; 'and if I press down my thumb to save
you, may the Fates cut my thread!'
'Your rope, you mean,' said Lydon, sneeringly: 'here is a sesterce to
buy one.'
The Titan wine-vender seized the hand extended to him, and griped it in
so stern a vice that the blood spirted from the fingers' ends over the
garments of the bystanders.
They set up a savage laugh.
'I will teach thee, young braggart, to play the Macedonian with me! I
am no puny Persian, I warrant thee! What, man! have I not fought
twenty years in the ring, and never lowered my arms once? And have I
not received the rod from the editor's own hand as a sign of victory,
and as a grace to retirement on my laurels? And am I now to be lectured
by a boy?' So saying, he flung the hand from him in scorn.
Without changing a muscle, but with the same smiling face with which he
had previously taunted mine host, did the gladiator brave the painful
grasp he had undergone. But no sooner was his hand released, than,
crouching for one moment as a wild cat crouches, you might see his hair
bristle on his head and beard, and with a fierce and shrill yell he
sprang on the throat of the giant, with an impetus that threw him, vast
and sturdy as he was, from his balance--and down, with the crash of a
falling rock, he fell--while over him fell also his ferocious foe.
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