Church history -- Primitive and early church, ca. 30-600 -- Fiction
On the ship wrecked between Crete and Malta, he recalled the prisoner of
two years ago well enough; but he had kept himself out of sight from
both prisoners and sailors all he could on that voyage, staying below
deck on plea of seasickness by day and coming up only in the wild
nights, when the high-rolling cape of his black cloak had hidden his
face; and he could dream his dreams of awakening youth, and the message
of hope his Princess’s black glance had thrown him when she slipped him
the wallet of gold pieces from her litter chair and bade him “haste to
Rome and wait there.”
Yet it had been no easy business for him “to haste to Rome,” for the
merchant of Colossé to whom Agrippa in a moment of jealous suspicion had
sold him had been an exacting master, and had set the new young slave to
keeping accounts in the great warerooms. It had only been his knowledge
of the Phrygian patois dialect, half Assyrian, half Greek, that had
induced the merchant to send him to the seacoast and the Isles of the
Sea to collect exchange on accounts. He had collected the accounts. Then
he had taken ship at Crete and run away without a qualm. Why should he
have qualms? Had he not been kidnapped by the robbers of Galilee and
held for ransom, and, when the robbers were routed out by Felix, given
as a slave—he, who came from the mountaineers who never had been
slaves—to young King Agrippa and the sister, Bernice?
After that, life had become a golden dream of awakening youth. Though
Bernice had been a wife to one Herod, and now was sent north to be wife
to another old man, after the custom of the Herods to strengthen their
thrones by marrying their daughters to powerful rulers, Bernice had been
almost as young as he—she was barely twenty. He had been set at first
to seeing that the Nubian slaves kept the royal baths at Cæsarea clean.
Then in a fit of suspicion over having any but black eunuchs, who were
mutes, attend the royal baths, Agrippa had sent him to keep the tracks
of the chariot races powdered with soft sand to fill the wheel ruts and
save the horses’ knees if a racer slipped on the swift course.
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