"Our laws are evil," said Titanus reflectively, "or such a woman would have known no strain but daily duty. But thou art becoming Christian, Tharsos, yet I do not reproach thee--it were good if all men were." At this stage the riderless steed kicked a pursuing guard on the palm of his uplifted hand, raised in self defence, and the spectators laughed heartily. Carnion's attention was diverted for a little from the serious conversation, and he stepped a few feet away. "'Evil,' didst thou say! Our heathen system is corrupt and cursed, an only too ready tool of ignorant malice. For no other reason could the enemies of the accomplished maiden lead her into this arena"; and Tharsos writhed under the thought that justified his grave charge. Titanus was astonished to see a man so loyal and reflective, and hitherto so quiet and self-possessed, now quivering with indignation. "Be tranquil, my friend, thou canst not mend matters, and thou hast done thy duty. Hast thou not told me of thy hastening to the Praefect to plead for postponement or release, and that this dignitary had already gone to the Colosseum, with all of the lesser magistrates who had any possible power?" "I would that I had received the tidings earlier," was the answer, spoken in a low tone of deep sadness, even despair. "Content thee, my dear Tharsos, thou hast done thy best; and strive to think that speedy death, even if cruel and revolting, is better than prolonged prison-hardship and degradation." Tharsos turned and looked up at the serried mass of living faces behind him, his indignation now controlled, yet he saw no one--none but the beautiful face of his affectionate sister whom he warmly loved; and there flashed into his heart--"What if she were the victim!" His colour changed and his lips tightened. Some strange thought seemed to enter him, and he arose from his seat. "Thou wilt, of course, wait and see the maiden?" said Titanus with a perplexed inquiring look. But Tharsos stood up to his full height, and cast one withering look towards Titanus, as much as if to say--"What, witness the butchery of one like my own sister!" Turning haughtily on his heel, he strode two steps back to the staircase, muttering something in which there was the distinct word Lion, and in a moment he was down and out of view. CHAPTER VII. THE PERPLEXITY OF CARNION. Amidst the laughter and the babel of voices, Carnion's quick ear caught the magic word--Lion! Turning round into his former place, "Is there a lion coming at last, my father?" he asked eagerly, while his dark eyes sparkled with emotion. "Yes, my son." "I am very sorry that Tharsos has gone," remarked the boy, looking at the vomitory (opening) of the staircase. "He had, he was--rather, he preferred to go; perhaps it is better," said Titanus with a troubled absent look. "What kind of lion is coming father?" enquired Carnion, his chief interest being in that direction.