BOOK THE FIFTH
4. Chapter IV
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And that shout echoed from hill to vale--from coast to sea--'Arbaces to the
lion!'
Officers, remove the accused Glaucus--remove, but guard him yet,' said the
praetor. 'The gods lavish their wonders upon this day.'
As the praetor gave the word of release, there was a cry of joy--a female
voice--a child's voice--and it was of joy! It rang through the heart of the
assembly with electric force--it, was touching, it was holy, that child's
voice! And the populace echoed it back with sympathizing congratulation!
'Silence!' said the grave praetor--'who is there?'
'The blind girl--Nydia,' answered Sallust; 'it is her hand that has raised
Calenus from the grave, and delivered Glaucus from the lion.'
'Of this hereafter,' said the praetor. 'Calenus, priest of Isis, thou
accusest Arbaces of the murder of Apaecides?'
'I do.'
'Thou didst behold the deed?'
'Praetor--with these eyes...'
'Enough at present--the details must be reserved for more suiting time and
place. Arbaces of Egypt, thou hearest the charge against thee--thou hast
not yet spoken--what hast thou to say.
The gaze of the crowd had been long riveted on Arbaces: but not until the
confusion which he had betrayed at the first charge of Sallust and the
entrance of Calenus had subsided. At the shout, 'Arbaces to the lion!' he
had indeed trembled, and the dark bronze of his cheek had taken a paler hue.
But he had soon recovered his haughtiness and self-control. Proudly he
returned the angry glare of the countless eyes around him; and replying now
to the question of the praetor, he said, in that accent so peculiarly
tranquil and commanding, which characterized his tones:
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