THE MESSENGER OF THE PROCURATOR.
"Not in Samaria this night," had Lysias said to himself when he rode
away upon the swift ass whose ownership might be questioned, "but there
are many places by the way wherein a wayfarer may find welcome if he
payeth."
Behind the saddle had been fastened the leathern sack which he had
brought with him from _The Sword_. It contained changes of raiment,
but little else, for his coins and his jewels, which were not very
valuable, were concealed about his person. More than once as he rode on
he both thought and spoke concerning Ulric the Jarl and the vikings,
but always did he seem well pleased that he was no longer in their
company.
"The jarl is my sure friend," he remarked, "but some of his tall
comrades walk with a hand too near the hilt of a sudden weapon."
It was toward the evening when, after riding through towns and
villages, he came to what was evidently a caravansary of good size and
cleanly keeping at the roadside.
"Here will I halt," he said. "I am now far escaped from burning wrecks
and hasty-tempered pirates. I will have this beast of mine well cared
for. He showeth no weariness. I think--O ye gods! I know--I am nearer
my Sapphira!"
Ere he could dismount, however, before him stood the keeper of the
hostelry. Such as he are ever ready to greet with smiling faces the
well appareled, riding beasts of price. "He will have money to pay
with," thought the innkeeper. "But the land swarmeth with Greeks."
Loud and friendly was his greeting, and in a moment more he was made
to understand that this elegant stranger was Lysias, the student,
returning to Jerusalem to the school of Gamaliel from a journey to
the Lebanon and to the cities of Galilee. Being a man of Samaria, the
keeper was the better pleased that his guest was not a Jew, for of them
he spoke with scorn and hatred.
"O youth," he said, as they went into the inn, "thou art fortunate.
Thou abidest with me this night and on the morrow thy journey will have
goodly companionship. There is here a company from Bethsaida and from
other cities near the sea of Tiberias. They are merchants, and among
them are a taxgatherer and one who dealeth in slaves. There is neither
scribe nor Levite to make thee uncomfortable with his evil speech. May
they all perish! It is said that the roads are not entirely safe and
the robbers come and go without warning."
"I shall be glad of them," said Lysias, "but I think this village must
be safe, for I saw the helmet of a legionary as I rode in."
"Where they are the robbers come not," said the keeper, "but they will
not be with thee always on the road."
Then walked he away, and Lysias overheard him muttering curses upon all
Romans and contempt for all Greeks.
"I think I heard somewhat else," thought Lysias, "and I will look well
at this company with which I am to journey to Jerusalem. There have
been innkeepers who had no enemies among the robbers and there have
been robbers who paid tribute to all innkeepers. I may not carry a bow,
but mine eyes and mine ears may do me good service."
Very good was the entertainment given to him and to his comely brown
beast, but the departure was early the next morning. Even more in
number than he had expected were these who came out into the road at
the door of the inn to go on together.
"They are of many kinds," thought Lysias. "No twain are alike. I will
not have much conversation with them, but I will watch, for I think
they know this innkeeper exceedingly well."
So did he, and it was late in the day when he halted upon the summit of
a hill, looking thoughtfully forward and then behind him.
"O ass," he said, "how fast canst thou gallop if it is to save thy
master's throat from cutting? Thou hast robbers for companions, and
they do but await their opportunity, which I have not yet given them by
the way."
The ass did but pull at the bit and the rein was loosened that he might
go. On the northerly slope of that hill, however, the company of men
and animals which had seemed but peaceful at the outset had halted for
a rest before ascending the steep. There were now Jews among them, and
others of whose race and lineage there might be curious questioning.
Now, also, there were weapons to be seen, such as privileged merchants
might be allowed to carry for their protection, and no doubt they had
with them written authority to show to any Roman officer. At the first
there had been but a dozen men and the women who were with them, but
more had joined at a hamlet upon this side of the city of Samaria, now
far behind them. Of these latter was an exceedingly black-browed man,
having but one eye, and he seemed to be a sort of leader and commander
over the others. To Lysias he had averred that he was a dealer in
cattle, having a contract with the purveyors of the Roman garrisons.
Thus far he had purchased no beasts, but he had looked covetously at
the fine ass which carried the young Greek. At this hour he was saying
to another of his crew:
"To-night, then. He hath treasure with him, and the beast will bear
me swiftly to the wilderness. We will throw his carcass into the pit
near the three palms at the crossroad. None will be the wiser and his
friends will in vain make inquiry."
"I will stab him as he sleepeth," replied the man spoken to. "The
Romans care little if there be one Greek the less. We will speak softly
to him when we catch up with him. I have seen that he hath no manner of
unquiet mind as to us."
On went the ass, however, at his swiftest pace, even while they were
talking, and a long league of the highway did he pass before the
intending stabber rode over the crest of that hill.
"Where is the Greek?" he exclaimed.
"Ridden on a little," replied the evil-faced captain. "Pursue not, lest
thou alarm him. He will wait for us. He liketh well to prove the speed
of his fine beast."
He had not spoken untruly, for Lysias was gladly discovering for the
first time that he had found a treasure with four legs, a swift and
tireless runner that took pleasure in a race, needing no urging. Only
in hamlets and villages, of which there were many, was the rein drawn,
and wayfarers who greeted the rider received but brief responses.
"Here am I safe!" he exclaimed at last, "for yonder on the hill is a
fort and near it is a camp of Romans. My thieves are no longer a peril.
Glad am I, too, that I am so far from the Saxon jarl and his pirates.
Their short, sharp blades are ever too near even to each other, and a
spear in the hand of a Saxon is but an eager hunter seeking for a mark.
I will rest here, and then I will let this beast shorten the road to
Jerusalem."
They who had proposed to take the swift ass from him had also hastened
somewhat until they inquired carefully of one whom they met, describing
Lysias and his bearer.
"Yea," said the man, "ye mean the hasty messenger. He passed me going
like the wind. He who sent the message may be sure of its speedy
delivery."
Loud and fierce were the utterances of the evil-faced one and his
companions, and they cursed their gods for this disappointment. Also
they blamed themselves much that they had not sooner taken courage to
slay the Greek. It was for this, their cowardice and delay, they said,
that the gods had mocked them.
"Never again," said the evil-faced one, "will I throw away a gift that
they have placed in my hand. But they might have allowed me the chance
I had chosen this night. I have but small confidence in the gods. They
are treacherous."
Strong and well made was the Roman camp at the foot of the hill whereon
was the castle. There were intrenchments and a mound and lines of
palisades, and before these there was drawn up a full cohort of
legionaries. It was an evening parade, and along the glittering line
there rode without companions an eagle-faced man, who wore no armor.
"Half drilled!" he muttered, angrily. "It is well we are at peace. Of
what good were such as these upon the Parthian frontier? Julius Cæsar
would never have beaten the Nervii with these dwarfs to face the stout
barbarians. He would but have left them to rot in the wilderness, as
Crassus did his Syrian levies. But I think I can teach these fellows
that they cannot trifle with Pontius the Spearman."
Backward and all around the cohort rode the wrathful procurator of
Judea, addressing no man, and then he wheeled and rode out to the
highway.
"O thou upon the swift ass!" he suddenly shouted. "Come hither! I
require thee."
Bowing low, but answering not, Lysias obeyed him, awaiting further
speech.
"Is thy beast as swift as he seemeth?" said Pontius. "I know a good
beast. Is he tired?"
"Never saw I one as swift," said Lysias. "But at the close of a day he
were better for a rest."
"He may have a short one," said the Roman general, wisely. "I prepare a
message that will take thy head with it if it be not delivered rightly.
I have naught here but clumsy beasts that travel a league a day."
Then he turned to summon a servant, to whom he gave direction and with
whom Lysias rode into the camp, wondering much at his good fortune at
such an hour.
"This is of Mercurius," he thought. "I have ever thought well of him,
and my father was once a priest of his temple at Corinth; the god hath
now remembered me. To him I owe my prosperity upon this journey, and he
did not favor the thieves as is his wont."
The ass had been hard ridden, but seemed not much the worse for it.
Water and grain were brought to him, and Lysias, also, ate and drank.
More time went by than he had expected before a soldier came to summon
him to the camp gate.
"Saddle and mount!" said the soldier. "The hand of the procurator is
heavy."
No answer might be made except to obey, and shortly the young Greek was
at the gate.
"Kill not thy beast, lest thou fail of thy errand," said the
eagle-faced commander. "Take thou this letter to the captain of the
Damascus gate at Jerusalem. This also, and this. He will further
deliver them. Abide thou with him until he give thee answers. Bring
them to me."
Few and brief had been his questionings of the young Greek, the pupil
of Gamaliel. He was but a tool, an instrument, intelligent, sufficient,
sure to serve well because of the scourge or the sword, or of reward.
So rule the Romans, and they who receive orders from a Roman general
hesitate not to obey.
Silently sat Lysias until the procurator ceased speaking and motioned
with his hand. Then, as if of his own accord, the ass went forward.
Therefore Lysias had become a royal messenger, whom all men would be
eager to speed upon his way, for the fear of Pontius went with him.
"Mercurius!" he shouted, at a goodly distance from the camp. "Better
to me art thou than is Jupiter. Now may Venus, also, be my aid if it
be true that my Sapphira was sold into the household of this bloody
one. O that I might send an arrow into his heart and a flame into his
dwelling! But I will not fail of the due delivery of his messages. Who
knoweth to what the gods may have destined me? Soon will all the Saxons
perish and no man then will know the manner of my coming into Syria.
Sapphira! Sapphira! O swift beast! O Venus, goddess of love! Let me go
on to Jerusalem that I may once more look into her eyes and hear her
voice and touch her hand. She shall not be for another, but for me, for
the gods have favored me greatly!"