BOOK THE FOURTH
11. Chapter XI
'But what harm is there in seeing Ione?'
'That I know not; but if thou wantest a companion, I am willing to talk to
thee, little one, for I am solitary enough in my dull cubiculum. And, by
the way, thou art Thessalian--knowest thou not some cunning amusement of
knife and shears, some pretty trick of telling fortunes, as most of thy race
do, in order to pass the time
'Tush, slave, hold thy peace! or, if thou wilt speak, what hast thou heard
of the state of Glaucus?'
'Why, my master has gone to the Athenian's trial; Glaucus will smart for
'The murder of the priest Apaecides.'
'Ha!' said Nydia, pressing her hands to her forehead; 'something of this I
have indeed heard, but understand not. Yet, who will dare to touch a hair
of his head?'
'That will the lion, I fear.'
'Averting gods! what wickedness dost thou utter?'
'Why, only that, if he be found guilty, the lion, or may be the tiger, will
be his executioner.'
Nydia leaped up, as if an arrow had entered her heart; she uttered a
piercing scream; then, falling before the feet of the slave, she cried, in a
tone that melted even his rude heart:
'Ah! tell me thou jestest--thou utterest not the truth--speak, speak!'
'Why, by my faith, blind girl, I know nothing of the law; it may not be so
bad as I say. But Arbaces is his accuser, and the people desire a victim
for the arena. Cheer thee! But what hath the fate of the Athenian to do