Rome -- History -- Republic, 265-30 B.C. -- Fiction
He told her of the deep depression, which had fallen on him the following
morning, when her letter had called him to the house of Hortensia. He
again related the attack made on him by Catiline, on the same evening, in
Egeria’s grotto; and spoke of the absolute despair, in which he was
plunged, seeing the better course, yet unable to pursue it; aiming at
virtue, yet forced by his fatal oath to follow vice; marking clearly
before him the beacon light of happiness and honour, yet driven
irresistibly into the gulf of misery, crime, and destruction. He told her
of Lucia’s visit to his house; how she released him from his fatal oath!
disclaimed all right to his affection, nay! to his respect, even, and
esteem! encouraged him to hold honour in his eye, and in the scorn of
consequence to follow virtue for its own sake! He told her, too, of the
conspiracy, in all its terrible details of atrocity and guilt—that dark
and hideous scheme of treason, cruelty, lust, horror, from which he had
himself escaped so narrowly.
Then, with a glow of conscious rectitude, he proved to her that he had
indeed repented; that he was now, howsoever he might have been deceived
into error and to the brink of crime, firm, and resolved; a champion of
the right; a defender of his country; trusted and chosen by the Great
Consul; and, in proof of that trust, commissioned by him now to lead his
troop of horsemen to Præneste, a strong fortress, near at hand, which
there was reason to expect might be assailed by the conspirators.
"And now, my tale is ended," he said. "I did hope there would have been no
need to reveal these things to you; but from the first, I have been
resolved, if need were, to open to you my whole heart—to show you its dark
spots, as its bright ones. I have sinned, Julia, deeply, against you! Your
purity, your love, should have guarded me! Yet, in a moment of treacherous
self-confidence, my head grew dizzy, and I fell. But oh! believe me,
Julia, my heart never once betrayed you! Now say—can you pardon me—trust
me—love me—be mine, as you promised? If not—speed me on my way, and my
first battle-field shall prove my truth to Rome and Julia."
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