Agrippa waited. After a slight movement within, silence fell again, and was not thereafter broken. The prince's eyes fell on the charred writing. It was almost at his feet. His fine head dropped to one side, then to the other; he put his fingers into his hair, smiled a little and picked up the parchment. A moment later, in his own apartment, he unrolled it by his lamp. Only a word here and there, at the end held in Marsyas' fingers, was legible, but Agrippa gathered from these the tone, the purpose and the identity, as he thought, of the one addressed. "-- me for loving thee -- my punishment --. Yet ---- sin against my teachi ---- Willingly for thy sake ------ but to pretend ---- continue my ---- against ---- which threatens thee. Have I lost -- soul for a caprice ---- and beseech levity -- to lov -- me? the pointing finger ---- of sel -- scorn! An outcast from Heaven ---- truant from hell, haunting earth in search of thee for ever!--SYAS." Agrippa's eyes sobered. "Junia is a brand of fire," he said to himself. "I shall make an end of this!" CHAPTER XXIV THE DIGGED PIT Junia raised herself hastily. "Call the slaves," she commanded the servant who had announced Marsyas, and, in a moment, half a score of house-slaves rushed in from various openings leading into the atrium. "Away with this and that and that," she exclaimed pointing to the statue of a bacchante, that had not been visible in the chamber on the occasion of Marsyas' expected calls; a tray of wine and a tablet with a list of charms and philters sent recently from a haruspex. "Bring me a shawl--close around my neck: curse thee for a blunderer, Iste; thou shalt pay for that scratch! Here, unwind the scarf about my hips and fold it less closely; the amulet, take it off! By Ate! Here: Caligula's note, spread open! Into the brazier with it. Do I smell of wine? Fetch hither--that fresco! The Pursuit of Daphne! Draw the arras over it! Quick! The unguentarium, I said, snail! The one with the attar. Now, look about. Is there anything in sight to disturb a vestal? If I find it afterward, twenty lashes for you all!" Mistress and slave looked anxiously over the chamber, but nothing unseemly greeted their eyes. Junia sank back on her couch, not now so recumbent, but at ease. "Go fetch the Jew," she said, the languor of her manner combatted by the fire in her eyes. A moment later Marsyas appeared in the archway. She arose and came to meet him. When he took her extended hands, she led him to the light of the cancelli and inspected him. "Sit," she said, drawing him down on the divan under the casement. "And speak first. Only a word, so I may see if the prologue is indeed as tragic as the mask." "Let the mask suffice," he answered, "the prologue might be insufferable."