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The martyr of the catacombs : $b a tale of ancient Rome
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"I know, Marcellus, that you are too brave to fear death; but I never
knew that you had sufficient fortitude to endure calmly all that I know
you must now suffer. Your courage is superhuman, or rather it is the
courage of madness."
"It comes from above, Lucullus. Once I was incapable of feeling it, but
now old things have passed away and all has become new. Sustained by
this new power, I can endure the utmost evils that can be dealt upon me.
I expect nothing but suffering in life, and know that I shall die in
agony; yet the thought can not overcome the strong faith that is
within me."
"It pains me," said Lucullus sadly, "to see you so determined. If I saw
the slightest sign of wavering in you I would hope that time might
change or modify your feelings. But you seem to me to be fixed
unalterably in your new course."
"God grant that I may remain steadfast unto the end!" said Marcellus
fervently. "But it is not of my feelings that I came to speak. I come,
Lucullus, to ask your assistance, to claim your sympathy and help. You
promised me once to show me your friendship if I needed it. I come now
to claim it."
"All that is in my power is yours already, Marcellus. Tell what you want."
"You have a prisoner."
"Yes, many."
"This is a boy."
"I believe my men captured a boy a short time since."
"This boy is too insignificant to merit capture. He is beneath the wrath
of the emperor. He is yet in your power. I come, Lucullus, to implore
his delivery."
"Alas, Marcellus, what is it that you ask? Have you forgotten the
discipline of the Roman army, or the military oath? Do you not know that
if I did this I would violate that oath and make myself a traitor? If
you asked me to fall upon my sword I would do it more readily than this."
"I have not forgotten the military oath or the discipline of the camp,
Lucullus. I thought that this lad, being scarcely more than a child,
might not be considered a prisoner. Do the commands of the emperor
extend to children?"
"He makes no distinction of age. Have you not seen children as young as
this lad suffer death in the Coliseum?"
"Alas I have," said Marcellus, as his thoughts reverted to those young
girls whose death-song once struck so painfully and so sweetly upon his
heart. "This young boy, then, must also suffer?"
"Yes," said Lucullus, "unless he abjures Christianity."
"And that he will never do."
"Then he will rush upon his fate. The law does this, not I, Marcellus. I
am but the instrument. Do not blame me."
"I do not blame you. I know well how strongly you are bound to
obedience. If you hold your office you must perform its duties. Yet let
me make another proposal. Surrender of prisoners is not allowed, but an
exchange is lawful."
"Yes."
"If I could tell you of a prisoner far more important than this boy, you
would exchange, would you not?"
"But you have taken none of us prisoners?"