BOOK THE FIFTH
4. Chapter IV
 (continued)
As the keeper, with some fear, but more astonishment, was preparing to obey,
a loud cry was heard at one of the entrances of the arena; there was a
confusion, a bustle--voices of remonstrance suddenly breaking forth, and
suddenly silenced at the reply.  All eyes turned in wonder at the
interruption, towards the quarter of the disturbance; the crowd gave way,
and suddenly Sallust appeared on the senatorial benches, his hair
disheveled--breathless--heated--half-exhausted.  He cast his eyes hastily
round the ring.  'Remove the Athenian,' he cried; 'haste--he is innocent! 
Arrest Arbaces the Egyptian--HE is the murderer of Apaecides!' 
'Art thou mad, O Sallust!' said the praetor, rising from his seat. 'What
means this raving?' 
'Remove the Athenian!--Quick! or his blood be on your head. Praetor, delay,
and you answer with your own life to the emperor!  I bring with me the
eye-witness to the death of the priest Apaecides. Room there!--stand
back!--give way!  People of Pompeii, fix every eye upon Arbaces--there he
sits!  Room there for the priest Calenus!' 
Pale, haggard, fresh from the jaws of famine and of death, his face fallen,
his eyes dull as a vulture's, his broad frame gaunt as a skeleton--Calenus
was supported into the very row in which Arbaces sat.  His releasers had
given him sparingly of food; but the chief sustenance that nerved his feeble
limbs was revenge! 
'The priest Calenus!--Calenus!' cried the mob.  'Is it he?  No--it is a dead
man?' 
'It is the priest Calenus,' said the praetor, gravely.  'What hast thou to
say?' 
'Arbaces of Egypt is the murderer of Apaecides, the priest of Isis; these
eyes saw him deal the blow.  It is from the dungeon into which he plunged
me--it is from the darkness and horror of a death by famine--that the gods
have raised me to proclaim his crime!  Release the Athenian--he is
innocent!' 
'It is for this, then, that the lion spared him.  A miracle! a miracle!'
cried Pansa. 
'A miracle; a miracle!' shouted the people; 'remove the Athenian--Arbaces to
the lion!' 
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