BOOK THE FOURTH
11. Chapter XI
(continued)
'No matter, no matter--he has been kind to me: thou knowest not, then, what
they will do? Arbaces his accuser! O fate! The people--the people! Ah!
they can look upon his face--who will be cruel to the Athenian!--Yet was not
Love itself cruel to him?'
So saying, her head drooped upon her bosom: she sunk into silence; scalding
tears flowed down her cheeks; and all the kindly efforts of the slave were
unable either to console her or distract the absorption of her reverie.
When his household cares obliged the ministrant to leave her room, Nydia
began to re-collect her thoughts. Arbaces was the accuser of Glaucus;
Arbaces had imprisoned her here; was not that a proof that her liberty might
be serviceable to Glaucus? Yes, she was evidently inveigled into some
snare; she was contributing to the destruction of her beloved! Oh, how she
panted for release! Fortunately, for her sufferings, all sense of pain
became merged in the desire of escape; and as she began to revolve the
possibility of deliverance, she grew calm and thoughtful. She possessed
much of the craft of her sex, and it had been increased in her breast by her
early servitude. What slave was ever destitute of cunning? She resolved to
practise upon her keeper; and calling suddenly to mind his superstitious
query as to her Thessalian art, she hoped by that handle to work out some
method of release. These doubts occupied her mind during the rest of the
day and the long hours of night; and, accordingly, when Sosia visited her
the following morning, she hastened to divert his garrulity into that
channel in which it had before evinced a natural disposition to flow.
She was aware, however, that her only chance of escape was at night; and
accordingly she was obliged with a bitter pang at the delay to defer till
then her purposed attempt.
'The night,' said she, 'is the sole time in which we can well decipher the
decrees of Fate--then it is thou must seek me. But what desirest thou to
learn?'
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