"Good friends," the Herod protested, "all wise men cherish a folly. Marsyas, being the wisest of my knowing, hath his own. He hath held fast against flawless argument and solid truth to the delusion that my honest, timid wife hath awakened passion in the heart of this proconsul, who hath all the beauty and wit of Egypt and Rome from which to choose." "Wilt thou continue further, lord," Marsyas said, "and tell them how thou hast explained this mystery to thyself?" "What, Marsyas! Make confession here, openly, of a thing which I blush to confess to myself?" the Herod laughed. "Never fear; thy audience hath already acquitted thee of blame!" "Nay, then; so assured of clemency, I tell this behind my palms and with the prayer that the walls do not repeat it to my lady's ears! Learn, then, for the first time, that Junia is the cause of my disaster, because, forsooth, she is as fickle and capricious a woman as she is bad. Until the unhappy Herod was blown of ill winds to Alexandria, his single haven, she was Flaccus' mistress. When I appeared, for no other cause than the Mightiness of her fancy, she dropped Flaccus and precipitated all manner of disaster upon my head. There is the true story! Cypros, forsooth! Cypros is an upright Arab, twenty years married and mother of three!" "Junia!" the alabarch repeated irritably. "Junia constructed more of Flaccus' villainies than Flaccus himself!" "And will nothing dislodge this wild thing from your brain?" Agrippa cried. "Name it what you will, lord," the alabarch answered, "but I have a further story to tell than all my fruitless letters told, when I stood in fear of their interception! Thou hast not forgotten the attack on thee on the night of Flora's feast; that, thou canst ascribe to Flaccus' jealousy, but how wilt thou explain that when the news of thy disaster reached Alexandria, Flaccus put off his amiable front and commanded me to deliver Cypros to him--" "Commanded you to deliver Cypros to him!" Agrippa cried, the fires of anger igniting in his eyes. "What had she to do with this?" The alabarch drew himself up, ready in his dignity and authority to justify his deeds. "If it proceedeth to an accounting, I and mine will bear witness to her innocence and loving fidelity to thee! Yet, remember, lord, she hath the first right to ask why she hath been left without thy care thus long!" Agrippa flushed darkly, but Marsyas stopped the retort on his lips. "Let us not try each other! Go on, good sir," he pleaded.