BOOK THE THIRD
6. Chapter VI
(continued)
'Why, thou knowest that I, sold in my childhood as a slave, was set free at
Rome by the will of my master, whom I had been fortunate enough to please.
I hastened to Pompeii to see thee--I found thee already aged and infirm,
under the yoke of a capricious and pampered lord--thou hadst lately adopted
this new faith, and its adoption made thy slavery doubly painful to thee; it
took away all the softening charm of custom, which reconciles us so often to
the worst. Didst thou not complain to me that thou wert compelled to
offices that were not odious to thee as a slave, but guilty as a Nazarene?
Didst thou not tell me that thy soul shook with remorse when thou wert
compelled to place even a crumb of cake before the Lares that watch over yon
impluvium? that thy soul was torn by a perpetual struggle? Didst thou not
tell me that even by pouring wine before the threshold, and calling on the
name of some Grecian deity, thou didst fear thou wert incurring penalties
worse than those of Tantalus, an eternity of tortures more terrible than
those of the Tartarian fields? Didst thou not tell me this? I wondered, I
could not comprehend; nor, by Hercules! can I now: but I was thy son, and my
sole task was to compassionate and relieve. Could I hear thy groans, could
I witness thy mysterious horrors, thy constant anguish, and remain inactive?
No! by the immortal gods! the thought struck me like light from Olympus! I
had no money, but I had strength and youth--these were thy gifts--I could
sell these in my turn for thee! I learned the amount of thy ransom--I
learned that the usual prize of a victorious gladiator would doubly pay it.
I became a gladiator--I linked myself with those accursed men, scorning,
loathing, while I joined--I acquired their skill--blessed be the lesson!--it
shall teach me to free my father!'
'Oh, that thou couldst hear Olinthus!' sighed the old man, more and more
affected by the virtue of his son, but not less strongly convinced of the
criminality of his purpose.
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