CHAPTER XVI.

The morning following this conversation the beautiful Empress rose in

great good-humour from her swelling cushions, which were filled with

the delicate neck-feathers of the Pontian crane, and covered with pale

yellow silk.

Before the bed stood a tripod holding a silver basin, representing

Oceanus; in it lay a massive golden ball. The Empress lifted the ball

and let it fall clanging into the basin. The clear tone roused the

Syrian slave who slept in the ante-room. She entered, and, approaching

the bed of the Empress with her arms crossed upon her bosom, drew back

the heavy violet-coloured curtains of Chinese silk. Then she took a

soft Iberian sponge, which, soaked in asses' milk, lay in a crystal

dish, and carefully wiped off the coating of oily paste with which the

neck and face of her mistress were covered during the night.

Next she kneeled down before the bed, her face bent almost to the

earth, and stretched out her hand to the Empress, who, taking it,

slowly set her foot upon the neck of the kneeling girl, and sprang

elastically to the ground.

The slave rose and threw over her mistress, who, clad only in an

under-tunic of the finest lawn, sat upon the palm-wood frame of the

bed--a fine dressing-mantle of rose-coloured stuff. Then she made a

profound obeisance, turned to the door, cried "Agave!" and disappeared.

Agave, a young and beautiful Thessalian girl, entered the room. She

rolled a washstand of citrean-wood, covered with countless boxes and

bottles, close before her mistress, and began to rub her face, neck,

and hands with soft cloths dipped in different wines and essences. This

task completed, the Empress rose from the bedside and stepped on to a

couch covered with panther's skins.

"The large bath towards mid-day," she said.

Agave pushed an oval bath of terebinthus-wood, covered outside with

tortoise-shell and filled with deliciously-scented water, in front of

the divan, and lifted the little white feet of the Empress into it.

Afterwards she loosened the net of gold-thread which confined the

luxurious hair of her mistress during the night, letting the rich dark

coils fall over neck and shoulders, and departed in her turn, calling

"Galatea!"

Galatea was an aged slave, the nurse, attendant, and, we regret to add,

the procuress of Theodora, when the latter was only the bespangled

daughter of Acacius the lion-keeper, and, while yet almost a child, the

already deeply-corrupted favourite of the great Circus.

Galatea had faithfully shared all the humiliations and triumphs, the

vices and cunning of the adventuress's life until the latter had

attained to the imperial throne.

"How hast thou slept, my dove?" asked Galatea, handing to Theodora in a

vessel of amber the aromatic essence which the town of Adana, in

Sicily, was forced to send in large quantities for the Empress's use as

a yearly tribute.

"Well; I dreamt of him."

"Of Alexandros?"

"No, thou fool! of the handsome Anicius."

"But Alexandros has been waiting for some time already; outside in the

secret niche."

"He is impatient," said the Empress, smiling; "well then, let him in!"

And she leaned back upon the long divan, drawing a cover of purple silk

over her; but the delicate ankles of her beautiful feet remained

visible.

Galatea bolted the principal door, through which she had entered, and

crossed the room to the opposite corner, which was filled by a colossal

bronze statue of Justinian. She touched a spring, and the seemingly

immovable mass turned on one side, exposing a small opening in the

wall, which was completely hidden by the statue in its normal position.

A dark curtain was drawn before this opening. Galatea lifted the

curtain and Alexandros hurried in. He threw himself on his knees before

the Empress, caught her small hand and covered it with kisses.

Theodora gently drew it away.

"It is very imprudent, Alexandros," said she, leaning back her lovely

head, "to admit a lover to the toilet of his mistress. What says the

poet: 'All things serve beauty. Yet it is no pleasant sight to see that

in preparation which only pleases when complete.' But I promised, when

you left for Ravenna, to admit you to my toilet, and you richly deserve

your reward. You have ventured much for me. Fasten the braids tighter,"

she cried to Galatea, who had now commenced the task, entrusted to her

alone, of dressing the splendid hair of her mistress. "You have risked

your life for me, Alexandros!" and she gave him two fingers of her

right hand.

"Oh, Theodora!" cried the youth, "to gain but this one moment I would

die ten times over!"

"But," she continued, "why did you not send me a copy of the barbarian

Queen's last letter to Justinian?"

"It was not possible; there was no time. I could send no more

messengers from my ship. I barely succeeded, after landing, in sending

you word that her picture was among the presents. You came just at the

right moment!"

"Yes; what would become of me if I did not pay Justinian's door-keepers

twice as well as he? But, most imprudent of ambassadors! how stupid you

were about the date!"

"Oh, loveliest daughter of Cyprus! I had not seen you for months! I

could think of nothing but you and your wonderful beauty!"

"Well, I suppose I must forgive you.--Galatea, bring me the black

fillet.--You are a better lover than a statesman, Alexandros. Therefore

I have kept you here. Yes, you were to have gone once more to Ravenna!

But I think I will send an older ambassador, and keep the young one for

myself. Shall I?"

Alexandros, becoming bolder and more ardent, sprang up and pressed a

kiss upon her rosy lips.

"Hold, traitor!" she scolded, and struck his cheek lightly with a fan

of flamingo-feathers. "Enough for to-day. To-morrow you may come again,

and tell me about the barbarian beauties. I must have the next hour for

another."

"For another!" cried Alexandros, starting back. "So what they

whisper in the gymnasiums and baths of Byzantium is true! You ever

faithless----"

"Theodora's friends must never be jealous," laughed the Empress. It was

no sweet laughter. "But this time you may be quite easy; you shall meet

him yourself. Go."

Galatea took the reluctant lover by the shoulders, without ceremony,

and pushed him behind the statue and out of the secret door.

Theodora now seated herself upright, and fastened the loose folds of

her long under-garment with her girdle.

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