CHAPTER THE SIXTIETH.

But we were not given long in which to admire the elegance of such

service, for all of a sudden the ceiling commenced to creak and then the

whole dining-room shook. I leaped to my feet in consternation, for fear

some rope-walker would fall down, and the rest of the company raised

their faces, wondering as much as I what new prodigy was to be announced

from on high. Then lo and behold! the ceiling panels parted and an

enormous hoop, which appeared to have been knocked off a huge cask, was

lowered from the dome above; its perimeter was hung with golden chaplets

and jars of alabaster filled with perfume. We were asked to accept these

articles as souvenirs. When my glance returned to the table, I noticed

that a dish containing cakes had been placed upon it, and in the middle

an image of Priapus, made by the baker, and he held apples of all

varieties and bunches of grapes against his breast, in the conventional

manner. We applied ourselves wholeheartedly to this dessert and our

joviality was suddenly revived by a fresh diversion, for, at the

slightest pressure, all the cakes and fruits would squirt a saffron sauce

upon us, and even spurted unpleasantly into our faces. Being convinced

that these perfumed dainties had some religious significance, we arose in

a body and shouted, "Hurrah for the Emperor, the father of his country!"

However, as we perceived that even after this act of veneration, the

others continued helping themselves, we filled our napkins with the

apples. I was especially keen on this, for I thought I could never put

enough good things into Giton's lap. Three slaves entered, in the

meantime, dressed in white tunics well tucked up, and two of them placed

Lares with amulets hanging from their necks, upon the table, while the

third carried round a bowl of wine and cried, "May the gods be

propitious!" One was called Cerdo--business--, Trimalchio informed us,

the other Lucrio--luck--and the third Felicio--profit--and, when all the

rest had kissed a true likeness of Trimalchio, we were ashamed to pass it

by.

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