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  ’Yes;intheearlypartofnextmonth。’

  ’Sosoon!Artthouwelladvisedofthis?’

  ’Fromthelipsofherownslave。’

  ’Itshallnotbe!’saidtheEgyptian,impetuously。’Fearnothing,Glaucusshallbethine。Yethow,whenthouobtainestit,canstthouadministertohimthispotion?’

  ’Myfatherhasinvitedhim,and,Ibelieve,theNeapolitanalso,toabanquet,onthedayfollowingto—morrow:Ishallthenhavetheopportunitytoadministerit。’

  ’Sobeit!’saidtheEgyptian,witheyesflashingsuchfiercejoy,thatJulia’sgazesanktremblingbeneaththem。’To—morroweve,then,orderthylitter——thouhastoneatthycommand?’

  ’Surely——yes,’returnedthepurse—proudJulia。

  ’Orderthylitter——attwomiles’distancefromthecityisahouseofentertainment,frequentedbythewealthierPompeians,fromtheexcellenceofitsbaths,andthebeautyofitsgardens。Therecanstthoupretendonlytoshapethycourse——there,illordying,IwillmeettheebythestatueofSilenus,inthecopsethatskirtsthegarden;andImyselfwillguidetheetothewitch。Letuswaittill,withtheeveningstar,thegoatsoftheherdsmenaregonetorest;whenthedarktwilightconcealsus,andnoneshallcrossoursteps。Gohomeandfearnot。ByHades,swearsArbaces,thesorcererofEgypt,thatIoneshallneverwedwithGlaucus。’

  ’AndthatGlaucusshallbemine,’addedJulia,fillinguptheincompletedsentence。

  ’Thouhastsaidit!’repliedArbaces;andJulia,halffrightenedatthisunhallowedappointment,buturgedonbyjealousyandthepiqueofrivalship,evenmorethanlove,resolvedtofulfillit。

  Leftalone,Arbacesburstforth:

  ’Brightstarsthatneverlie,yealreadybegintheexecutionofyourpromises——successinlove,andvictoryoverfoes,fortherestofmysmoothexistence。Intheveryhourwhenmymindcoulddevisenocluetothegoalofvengeance,haveyesentthisfairfoolformyguide?’Hepausedindeepthought。’Yes,’saidheagain,butinacalmervoice;’Icouldnotmyselfhavegiventoherthepoison,thatshallbeindeedaphiltre!——hisdeathmightbethustrackedtomydoor。Butthewitch——ay,thereisthefit,thenaturalagentofmydesigns!’

  Hesummonedoneofhisslaves,badehimhastentotrackthestepsofJulia,andacquainthimselfwithhernameandcondition。Thisdone,hesteppedforthintotheportico。Theskiesweresereneandclear;buthe,deeplyreadinthesignsoftheirvariouschange,beheldinonemassofcloud,faronthehorizon,whichthewindbeganslowlytoagitate,thatastormwasbroodingabove。

  ’Itislikemyvengeance,’saidhe,ashegazed;’theskyisclear,butthecloudmoveson。’

  ChapterIX

  STORMINTHESOUTH。THEWITCH’SCAVERN。

  ITwaswhentheheatsofnoondiedgraduallyawayfromtheearth,thatGlaucusandIonewentforthtoenjoythecooledandgratefulair。Atthattime,variouscarriageswereinuseamongtheRomans;theonemostusedbytherichercitizens,whentheyrequirednocompanionintheirexcursion,wasthebiga,alreadydescribedintheearlyportionofthiswork;thatappropriatedtothematrons,wastermedcarpentum,whichhadcommonlytwowheels;theancientsusedalsoasortoflitter,avastsedan—chair,morecommodiouslyarrangedthanthemodern,inasmuchastheoccupantthereofcouldliedownatease,insteadofbeingperpendicularlyandstifflyjostledupanddown。Therewasanothercarriage,usedbothfortravellingandforexcursionsinthecountry;itwascommodious,containingthreeorfourpersonswithease,havingacoveringwhichcouldberaisedatpleasure;and,inshort,answeringverymuchthepurposeof(thoughverydifferentinshapefrom)themodernbritska。Itwasavehicleofthisdescriptionthatthelovers,accompaniedbyonefemaleslaveofIone,nowusedintheirexcursion。Abouttenmilesfromthecity,therewasatthatdayanoldruin,theremainsofatemple,evidentlyGrecian;andasforGlaucusandIoneeverythingGrecianpossessedaninterest,theyhadagreedtovisittheseruins:itwasthithertheywerenowbound。

  Theirroadlayamongvinesandolive—groves;till,windingmoreandmoretowardsthehighergroundofVesuvius,thepathgrewrugged;themulesmovedslowly,andwithlabor;andateveryopeninginthewoodtheybeheldthosegreyandhorrentcavernsindentingtheparchedrock,whichStrabohasdescribed;butwhichthevariousrevolutionsoftimeandthevolcanohaveremovedfromthepresentaspectofthemountain。Thesun,slopingtowardshisdescent,castlonganddeepshadowsoverthemountain;hereandtheretheystillheardtherusticreedoftheshepherdamongstcopsesofthebeechwoodandwildoak。Sometimestheymarkedtheformofthesilk—hairedandgracefulcapella,withitswreathinghornandbrightgreyeye——which,stillbeneathAusonianskies,recallstheecloguesofMaro,browsinghalf—wayupthehills;andthegrapes,alreadypurplewiththesmilesofthedeepeningsummer,glowedoutfromthearchedfestoons,whichhungpendentfromtreetotree。Abovethem,lightcloudsfloatedinthesereneheavens,sweepingsoslowlyathwartthefirmamentthattheyscarcelyseemedtostir;

  while,ontheirright,theycaught,everandanon,glimpsesofthewavelesssea,withsomelightbarkskimmingitssurface;andthesunlightbreakingoverthedeepinthosecountlessandsoftesthuessopeculiartothatdelicioussea。

  ’Howbeautiful!’saidGlaucus,inahalf—whisperedtone,’isthatexpressionbywhichwecallEarthourMother!Withwhatakindlyequalloveshepoursherblessingsuponherchildren!andeventothosesterilespotstowhichNaturehasdeniedbeauty,sheyetcontrivestodispensehersmiles:witnessthearbutusandthevine,whichshewreathesoverthearidandburningsoilofyonextinctvolcano。Ah!insuchanhourandsceneasthis,wellmightweimaginethattheFaunshouldpeepforthfromthosegreenfestoons;or,thatwemighttracethestepsoftheMountainNymphthroughthethickestmazesoftheglade。ButtheNymphsceased,beautifulIone,whenthouwertcreated!’

  Thereisnotonguethatflatterslikealover’s;andyet,intheexaggerationofhisfeelings,flatteryseemstohimcommonplace。Strangeandprodigalexuberance,whichsoonexhaustsitselfbyoverflowing!

  Theyarrivedattheruins;theyexaminedthemwiththatfondnesswithwhichwetracethehallowedandhouseholdvestigesofourownancestry——theylingeredtheretillHesperusappearedintherosyheavens;andthenreturninghomewardinthetwilight,theyweremoresilentthantheyhadbeen;forintheshadowandbeneaththestarstheyfeltmoreoppressivelytheirmutuallove。

  ItwasatthistimethatthestormwhichtheEgyptianhadpredictedbegantocreepvisiblyoverthem。Atfirst,alowanddistantthundergavewarningoftheapproachingconflictoftheelements;andthenrapidlyrushedabovethedarkranksoftheserriedclouds。Thesuddennessofstormsinthatclimateissomethingalmostpreternatural,andmightwellsuggesttoearlysuperstitionthenotionofadivineagency——afewlargedropsbrokeheavilyamongtheboughsthathalfoverhungtheirpath,andthen,swiftandintolerablybright,theforkedlightningdartedacrosstheirveryeyes,andwasswallowedupbytheincreasingdarkness。

  ’Swifter,goodCarrucarius!’criedGlaucustothedriver;’thetempestcomesonapace。’

  Theslaveurgedonthemules——theywentswiftovertheunevenandstonyroad——thecloudsthickened,nearandmorenearbrokethethunder,andfastrushedthedashingrain。

  ’Dostthoufear?’whisperedGlaucus,ashesoughtexcuseinthestormtocomenearertoIone。

  ’Notwiththee,’saidshe,softly。

  Atthatinstant,thecarriage,fragileandill—contrived(as,despitetheirgracefulshapes,were,forpracticaluses,mostofsuchinventionsatthattime),struckviolentlyintoadeeprut,overwhichlayalogoffallenwood;thedriver,withacurse,stimulatedhismulesyetfasterfortheobstacle,thewheelwastornfromthesocket,andthecarriagesuddenlyoverset。

  Glaucus,quicklyextricatinghimselffromthevehicle,hastenedtoassistIone,whowasfortunatelyunhurt;withsomedifficultytheyraisedthecarruca(orcarriage),andfoundthatitceasedanylongereventoaffordthemshelter;thespringsthatfastenedthecoveringweresnappedasunder,andtherainpouredfastandfiercelyintotheinterior。

  Inthisdilemma,whatwastobedone?Theywereyetsomedistancefromthecity——nohouse,noaid,seemednear。

  ’Thereis,’saidtheslave,’asmithaboutamileoff;Icouldseekhim,andhemightfastenatleastthewheeltothecarruca——but,Jupiter!howtherainbeats;mymistresswillbewetbeforeIcomeback。’

  ’Runthitheratleast,’saidGlaucus;’wemustfindthebestshelterwecantillyoureturn。’

  Thelanewasovershadowedwithtrees,beneaththeamplestofwhichGlaucusdrewIone。Heendeavored,bystrippinghisowncloak,toshieldheryetmorefromtherapidrain;butitdescendedwithafurythatbrokethroughallpunyobstacles:andsuddenly,whileGlaucuswasyetwhisperingcouragetohisbeautifulcharge,thelightningstruckoneofthetreesimmediatelybeforethem,andsplitwithamightycrashitshugetrunkintwain。Thisawfulincidentapprisedthemofthedangertheybravedintheirpresentshelter,andGlaucuslookedanxiouslyroundforsomelessperilousplaceofrefuge。’Wearenow,’saidhe,’half—wayuptheascentofVesuvius;thereoughttobesomecavern,orhollowinthevine—cladrocks,couldwebutfindit,inwhichthedesertingNymphshaveleftashelter。’Whilethussayinghemovedfromthetrees,and,lookingwistfullytowardsthemountain,discoveredthroughtheadvancinggloomaredandtremulouslightatnoconsiderabledistance。’Thatmustcome,’saidhe,’fromthehearthofsomeshepherdorvine—dresser——itwillguideustosomehospitableretreat。Wiltthoustayhere,whileI——yetno——thatwouldbetoleavetheetodanger。’

  ’Iwillgowithyoucheerfully,’saidIone。’Openasthespaceseems,itisbetterthanthetreacherousshelteroftheseboughs。’

  Halfleading,halfcarryingIone,Glaucus,accompaniedbythetremblingfemaleslave,advancedtowardsthelight,whichyetburnedredandsteadfastly。Atlengththespacewasnolongeropen;wildvinesentangledtheirsteps,andhidfromthem,savebyimperfectintervals,theguidingbeam。Butfasterandfiercercametherain,andthelightningassumeditsmostdeadlyandblastingform;theywerestilltherefore,impelledonward,hoping,atlast,ifthelighteludedthem,toarriveatsomecottageorsomefriendlycavern。Thevinesgrewmoreandmoreintricate——thelightwasentirelysnatchedfromthem;butanarrowpath,whichtheytrodwithlaborandpain,guidedonlybytheconstantandlong—lingeringflashesofthestorm,continuedtoleadthemtowardsitsdirection。Therainceasedsuddenly;precipitousandroughcragsofscorchedlavafrownedbeforethem,renderedmorefearfulbythelightningthatilluminedthedarkanddangeroussoil。Sometimestheblazelingeredovertheiron—greyheapsofscoria,coveredinpartwithancientmossesorstuntedtrees,asifseekinginvainforsomegentlerproductofearth,moreworthyofitsire;andsometimesleavingthewholeofthatpartofthesceneindarkness,thelightning,broadandsheeted,hungredlyovertheocean,tossingfarbelow,untilitswavesseemedglowingintofire;andsointensewastheblaze,thatitbroughtvividlyintovieweventhesharpoutlineofthemoredistantwindingsofthebay,fromtheeternalMisenum,withitsloftybrow,tothebeautifulSorrentumandthegianthillsbehind。

  Ourloversstoppedinperplexityanddoubt,whensuddenly,asthedarknessthatgloomedbetweenthefierceflashesoflightningoncemorewrappedthemround,theysawnear,buthigh,beforethem,themysteriouslight。Anotherblaze,inwhichheavenandearthwerereddened,madevisibletothemthewholeexpanse;nohousewasnear,butjustwheretheyhadbeheldthelight,theythoughttheysawintherecessofthecaverntheoutlineofahumanform。Thedarknessoncemorereturned;thelight,nolongerpaledbeneaththefiresofheaven,burnedforthagain:theyresolvedtoascendtowardsit;

  theyhadtowindtheirwayamongvastfragmentsofstone,hereandthereoverhungwithwildbushes;buttheygainednearerandnearertothelight,andatlengththeystoodoppositethemouthofakindofcavern,apparentlyformedbyhugesplintersofrockthathadfallentransverselyathwarteachother:and,lookingintothegloom,eachdrewbackinvoluntarilywithasuperstitiousfearandchill。

  Afireburnedinthefarrecessofthecave;andoveritwasasmallcauldron;onatallandthincolumnofironstoodarudelamp;overthatpartofthewall,atthebaseofwhichburnedthefire,hunginmanyrows,asiftodry,aprofusionofherbsandweeds。Afox,couchedbeforethefire,gazeduponthestrangerswithitsbrightandredeye——itshairbristling——andalowgrowlstealingfrombetweenitsteeth;inthecentreofthecavewasanearthenstatue,whichhadthreeheadsofasingularandfantasticcast:theywereformedbytherealskullsofadog,ahorse,andaboar;alowtripodstoodbeforethiswildrepresentationofthepopularHecate。

  Butitwasnottheseappendagesandappliancesofthecavethatthrilledthebloodofthosewhogazedfearfullytherein——itwasthefaceofitsinmate。

  Beforethefire,withthelightshiningfulluponherfeatures,satawomanofconsiderableage。PerhapsinnocountryarethereseensomanyhagsasinItaly——innocountrydoesbeautysoawfullychange,inage,tohideousnessthemostappallingandrevolting。Buttheoldwomannowbeforethemwasnotoneofthesespecimensoftheextremeofhumanugliness;onthecontrary,hercountenancebetrayedtheremainsofaregularbuthighandaquilineorderoffeature:withstonyeyesturneduponthem——withalookthatmetandfascinatedtheirs——theybeheldinthatfearfulcountenancetheveryimageofacorpse!——thesame,theglazedandlustrelessregard,theblueandshrunkenlips,thedrawnandhollowjaw——thedead,lankhair,ofapalegrey——thelivid,green,ghastlyskin,whichseemedallsurelytingedandtaintedbythegrave!

  ’Itisadeadthing,’saidGlaucus。

  ’Nay——itstirs——itisaghostorlarva,’falteredIone,assheclungtotheAthenian’sbreast。

  ’Oh,away,away!’groanedtheslave,’itistheWitchofVesuvius!’

  ’Whoareye?’saidahollowandghostlyvoice。’Andwhatdoyehere?’

  Thesound,terribleanddeathlikeasitwas——suitingwellthecountenanceofthespeaker,andseemingratherthevoiceofsomebodilesswandereroftheStyxthanlivingmortal,wouldhavemadeIoneshrinkbackintothepitilessfuryofthestorm,butGlaucus,thoughnotwithoutsomemisgiving,drewherintothecavern。

  ’Wearestorm—beatenwanderersfromtheneighboringcity,’saidhe,’anddecoyedhitherbyyonlight;wecraveshelterandthecomfortofyourhearth。’

  Ashespoke,thefoxrosefromtheground,andadvancedtowardsthestrangers,showing,fromendtoend,itswhiteteeth,anddeepeninginitsmenacinggrowl。

  ’Down,slave!’saidthewitch;andatthesoundofhervoicethebeastdroppedatonce,coveringitsfacewithitsbrush,andkeepingonlyitsquick,vigilanteyefixedupontheinvadersofitsrepose。’Cometothefireifyewill!’saidshe,turningtoGlaucusandhiscompanions。’Ineverwelcomelivingthing——savetheowl,thefox,thetoad,andtheviper——soI

  cannotwelcomeye;butcometothefirewithoutwelcome——whystanduponform?’

  ThelanguageinwhichthehagaddressedthemwasastrangeandbarbarousLatin,interlardedwithmanywordsofsomemorerude,andancientdialect。

  Shedidnotstirfromherseat,butgazedstonilyuponthemasGlaucusnowreleasedIoneofherouterwrappinggarments,andmakingherplaceherselfonalogofwood,whichwastheonlyotherseatheperceivedathand——fannedwithhisbreaththeembersintoamoreglowingflame。Theslave,encouragedbytheboldnessofhersuperiors,divestedherselfalsoofherlongpalla,andcrepttimorouslytotheoppositecornerofthehearth。

  ’Wedisturbyou,Ifear,’saidthesilvervoiceofIone,inconciliation。

  Thewitchdidnotreply——sheseemedlikeonewhohasawakenedforamomentfromthedead,andhasthenrelapsedoncemoreintotheeternalslumber。

  ’Tellme,’saidshe,suddenly,andafteralongpause,’areyebrotherandsister?’

  ’No,’saidIone,blushing。

  ’Areyemarried?’

  ’Notso,’repliedGlaucus。

  ’Ho,lovers!——ha!——ha!——ha!’andthewitchlaughedsoloudandsolongthatthecavernsrangagain。

  TheheartofIonestoodstillatthatstrangemirth。Glaucusmutteredarapidcounterspelltotheomen——andtheslaveturnedaspaleasthecheekofthewitchherself。

  ’Whydostthoulaugh,oldcrone?’saidGlaucus,somewhatsternly,asheconcludedhisinvocation。

  ’DidIlaugh?’saidthehag,absently。

  ’Sheisinherdotage,’whisperedGlaucus:ashesaidthis,hecaughttheeyeofthehagfixeduponhimwithamalignantandvividglare。

  ’Thouliest!’saidshe,abruptly。

  ’Thouartanuncourteouswelcomer,’returnedGlaucus。

  ’Hush!provokehernot,dearGlaucus!’whisperedIone。

  ’IwilltelltheewhyIlaughedwhenIdiscoveredyewerelovers,’saidtheoldwoman。’Itwasbecauseitisapleasuretotheoldandwitheredtolookuponyoungheartslikeyours——andtoknowthetimewillcomewhenyouwillloatheeachother——loathe——loathe——ha!——ha!——ha!’

  ItwasnowIone’sturntoprayagainsttheunpleasingprophecy。

  ’Thegodsforbid!’saidshe。’Yet,poorwoman,thouknowestlittleoflove,orthouwouldstknowthatitneverchanges。’

  ’WasIyoungonce,thinkye?’returnedthehag,quickly;’andamIold,andhideous,anddeathlynow?Suchasistheform,soistheheart。’Withthesewordsshesankagainintoastillnessprofoundandfearful,asifthecessationoflifeitself。

  ’Hastthoudweltherelong?’saidGlaucus,afterapause,feelinguncomfortablyoppressedbeneathasilencesoappalling。

  ’Ah,long!——yes。’

  ’Itisbutadrearabode。’

  ’Ha!thoumaystwellsaythat——Hellisbeneathus!’repliedthehag,pointingherbonyfingertotheearth。’AndIwilltelltheeasecret——thedimthingsbelowarepreparingwrathforyeabove——you,theyoung,andthethoughtless,andthebeautiful。’

  ’Thouutterestbutevilwords,illbecomingthehospitable,’saidGlaucus;

  ’andinfutureIwillbravethetempestratherthanthywelcome。’

  ’Thouwiltdowell。Noneshouldeverseekme——savethewretched!’

  ’Andwhythewretched?’askedtheAthenian。

  ’Iamthewitchofthemountain,’repliedthesorceress,withaghastlygrin;’mytradeistogivehopetothehopeless:forthecrossedinloveI

  havephiltres;fortheavaricious,promisesoftreasure;forthemalicious,potionsofrevenge;forthehappyandthegood,Ihaveonlywhatlifehas——curses!Troublemenomore。

  Withthisthegrimtenantofthecaverelapsedintoasilencesoobstinateandsullen,thatGlaucusinvainendeavoredtodrawherintofartherconversation。Shedidnotevince,byanyalterationofherlockedandrigidfeatures,thatsheevenheardhim。Fortunately,however,thestorm,whichwasbriefasviolent,begannowtorelax;theraingrewlessandlessfierce;andatlast,asthecloudsparted,themoonburstforthinthepurpleopeningofheaven,andstreamedclearandfullintothatdesolateabode。Neverhadsheshone,perhaps,onagroupmoreworthyofthepainter’sart。Theyoung,theall—beautifulIone,seatedbythatrudefire——herloveralreadyforgetfulofthepresenceofthehag,atherfeet,gazingupwardtoherface,andwhisperingsweetwords——thepaleandaffrightedslaveatalittledistance——andtheghastlyhagrestingherdeadlyeyesuponthem;yetseeminglysereneandfearless(forthecompanionshipoflovehathsuchpower)werethesebeautifulbeings,thingsofanothersphere,inthatdarkandunholycavern,withitsgloomyquaintnessofappurtenance。Thefoxregardedthemfromhiscornerwithhiskeenandfieryeye:andasGlaucusnowturnedtowardsthewitch,heperceivedforthefirsttime,justunderherseat,thebrightgazeandcrestedheadofalargesnake:whetheritwasthatthevividcoloringoftheAthenian’scloak,thrownovertheshouldersofIone,attractedthereptile’sanger——itscrestbegantoglowandrise,asifmenacingandpreparingitselftospringupontheNeapolitan——Glaucuscaughtquicklyatoneofthehalf—burnedlogsuponthehearth——and,asifenragedattheaction,thesnakecameforthfromitsshelter,andwithaloudhissraiseditselfonendtillitsheightnearlyapproachedthatoftheGreek。

  ’Witch!’criedGlaucus,’commandthycreature,orthouwiltseeitdead。’

  ’Ithasbeendespoiledofitsvenom!’saidthewitch,arousedathisthreat;

  buterethewordshadleftherlip,thesnakehadsprunguponGlaucus;quickandwatchful,theagileGreekleapedlightlyaside,andstrucksofellanddexterousablowontheheadofthesnake,thatitfellprostrateandwrithingamongtheembersofthefire。

  Thehagsprungup,andstoodconfrontingGlaucuswithafacewhichwouldhavebefittedthefiercestoftheFuries,soutterlydireandwrathfulwasitsexpression——yeteveninhorrorandghastlinesspreservingtheoutlineandtraceofbeauty——andutterlyfreefromthatcoarsegrotesqueatwhichtheimaginationsoftheNorthhavesoughtthesourceofterror。’Thouhast,’saidshe,inaslowandsteadyvoice——whichbeliedtheexpressionofherface,somuchwasitpassionlessandcalm——’thouhasthadshelterundermyroof,andwarmthatmyhearth;thouhastreturnedevilforgood;thouhastsmittenandhaplyslainthethingthatlovedmeandwasmine:nay,more,thecreature,aboveallothers,consecratedtogodsanddeemedvenerablebyman,——nowhearthypunishment。Bythemoon,whoistheguardianofthesorceress——byOrcus,whoisthetreasurerofwrath——Icursethee!andthouartcursed!Maythylovebeblasted——maythynamebeblackened——maytheinfernalsmarkthee——maythyheartwitherandscorch——maythylasthourrecalltotheetheprophetvoiceoftheSagaofVesuvius!Andthou,’sheadded,turningsharplytowardsIone,andraisingherrightarm,whenGlaucusburstimpetuouslyonherspeech:

  ’Hag!’criedhe,’forbear!Methouhastcursed,andIcommitmyselftothegods——Idefyandscornthee!butbreathebutonewordagainstyonmaiden,andIwillconverttheoathonthyfoullipstothydyinggroan。Beware!’

  ’Ihavedone,’repliedthehag,laughingwildly;’forinthydoomisshewholovestheeaccursed。Andnottheless,thatIheardherlipsbreathethyname,andknowbywhatwordtocommendtheetothedemons。Glaucus——thouartdoomed!’Sosaying,thewitchturnedfromtheAthenian,andkneelingdownbesideherwoundedfavorite,whichshedraggedfromthehearth,sheturnedtothemherfacenomore。

  ’OGlaucus!’saidIone,greatlyterrified,’whathavewedone?——Letushastenfromthisplace;thestormhasceased。Goodmistress,forgivehim——recallthywords——hemeantbuttodefendhimself——acceptthispeace—offeringtounsaythesaid’:andIone,stooping,placedherpurseonthehag’slap。

  ’Away!’saidshe,bitterly——’away!TheoathoncewoventheFatesonlycanuntie。Away!’

  ’Come,dearest!’saidGlaucus,impatiently。’Thinkestthouthatthegodsaboveusorbelowheartheimpotentravingsofdotage?Come!’

  LongandloudrangtheechoesofthecavernwiththedreadlaughoftheSaga——shedeignednofurtherreply。

  Theloversbreathedmorefreelywhentheygainedtheopenair:yetthescenetheyhadwitnessed,thewordsandthelaughterofthewitch,stillfearfullydweltwithIone;andevenGlaucuscouldnotthoroughlyshakeofftheimpressiontheybequeathed。Thestormhadsubsided——save,nowandthen,alowthundermutteredatthedistanceamidstthedarkerclouds,oramomentaryflashoflightningaffrontedthesovereigntyofthemoon。Withsomedifficultytheyregainedtheroad,wheretheyfoundthevehiclealreadysufficientlyrepairedfortheirdeparture,andthecarrucariuscallingloudlyuponHerculestotellhimwherehischargehadvanished。

  GlaucusvainlyendeavoredtocheertheexhaustedspiritsofIone;andscarcelessvainlytorecovertheelastictoneofhisownnaturalgaiety。Theysoonarrivedbeforethegateofthecity:asitopenedtothem,alitterbornebyslavesimpededtheway。

  ’Itistoolateforegress,’criedthesentineltotheinmateofthelitter。

  ’Notso,’saidavoice,whichtheloversstartedtohear;itwasavoicetheywellrecognized。’IamboundtothevillaofMarcusPolybius。Ishallreturnshortly。IamArbacestheEgyptian。’

  Thescruplesofhimatthegatewereremoved,andthelitterpassedclosebesidethecarriagethatborethelovers。

  ’Arbaces,atthishour!——scarcerecoveredtoo,methinks!——Whitherandforwhatcanheleavethecity?’saidGlaucus。

  ’Alas!’repliedIone,burstingintotears,’mysoulfeelsstillmoreandmoretheomenofevil。Preserveus,OyeGods!oratleast,’shemurmuredinly,’preservemyGlaucus!’

  ChapterX

  THELORDOFTHEBURNINGBELTANDHISMINION。FATEWRITESHERPROPHECYIN

  REDLETTERS,BUTWHOSHALLREADTHEM?

  ARBACEShadtarriedonlytillthecessationofthetempestallowedhim,undercoverofnight,toseektheSagaofVesuvius。Bornebythoseofhistrustierslavesinwhominallmoresecretexpeditionshewasaccustomedtoconfide,helayextendedalonghislitter,andresigninghissanguinehearttothecontemplationofvengeancegratifiedandlovepossessed。Theslavesinsoshortajourneymovedverylittleslowerthantheordinarypaceofmules;andArbacessoonarrivedatthecommencementofanarrowpath,whichthelovershadnotbeenfortunateenoughtodiscover;butwhich,skirtingthethickvines,ledatoncetothehabitationofthewitch。Hereherestedthelitter;andbiddinghisslavesconcealthemselvesandthevehicleamongthevinesfromtheobservationofanychancepassenger,hemountedalone,withstepsstillfeeblebutsupportedbyalongstaff,thedrearandsharpascent。

  Notadropofrainfellfromthetranquilheaven;butthemoisturedrippedmournfullyfromtheladenboughsofthevine,andnowandthencollectedintinypoolsinthecrevicesandhollowsoftherockyway。

  ’Strangepassionstheseforaphilosopher,’thoughtArbaces,’thatleadonelikemejustnewfromthebedofdeath,andlappedeveninhealthamidsttherosesofluxury,acrosssuchnocturnalpathsasthis;butPassionandVengeancetreadingtotheirgoalcanmakeanElysiumofaTartarus。’High,clear,andmelancholyshonethemoonabovetheroadofthatdarkwayfarer,glossingherselfineverypoolthatlaybeforehim,andsleepinginshadowalongtheslopingmount。Hesawbeforehimthesamelightthathadguidedthestepsofhisintendedvictims,but,nolongercontrastedbytheblackenedclouds,itshonelessredlyclear。

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