CHAPTER XVIII.

There entered a stately woman, taller and of coarser frame than the

small and delicate Empress; not so seductively beautiful, but younger

and more blooming, with a fresh complexion and natural manners.

"Welcome, Antonina, sister of my heart! Come to my arms!" cried the

Empress to the new-comer, who humbly bent before her.

Antonina obeyed in silence.

"How hollow her eyes have become," she thought, as she rose from the

embrace.

"How bony is the soldier's wife!" said the delicate Empress to herself,

and looked at her friend.

"You are as blooming as Hebe!" she said aloud, "and how well the white

silk becomes your fresh complexion. Have you anything to tell me of--of

him?" she asked indifferently, and took from the wash-stand a

much-dreaded instrument, a sharp lancet with an ivory handle, with

which clumsy, or even only unfortunate, slaves were often pricked by

their angry mistress.

"Not to-day," whispered Antonina, blushing. "I did not see him

yesterday."

"I believe it!" said Theodora to herself, with a hidden smile.

"Oh, how painfully I shall miss you soon!" she added aloud, stroking

Antonina's full round arm. "Perhaps Belisarius will sail next week, and

you, most faithful of all wives, will go with him. Which of your

friends will accompany you?"

"Procopius," answered Antonina, "and--" she added, casting down her

eyes--"the two sons of Boethius."

"Ah, indeed," remarked the Empress, smiling, "I understand. In the

freedom of the camp you hope to please yourself with the handsome

youth, undisturbed; and while our hero, Belisarius, fights battles and

conquers cities----"

"You guess rightly. But I have a request to make. You are fortunate.

Alexandros, your handsome friend, has returned; he remains near you,

and is his own master; but Anicius, you know, is still under the strict

guardianship of his elder brother, Severinus. Never would he--who

thinks of nothing but fighting for freedom and revenge--suffer this

tender friendship. He would repeatedly disturb our intimacy. Therefore

do me a favour: do not let Severinus follow us! When we are on board

with Anicius, keep the elder brother in Byzantium, either by cunning or

by force. You can do it easily--you are the Empress!"

"That is not bad," laughed Theodora. "What stratagems! One can see that

you have learned from Belisarius."

Antonina blushed violently.

"Oh, do not name him! Do not mock me! You know best from whom I learnt

to do that for which I must blush."

Theodora shot a fierce glance at her friend, who, without noticing it,

continued: "Heaven knows that Belisarius himself was not more faithful

than I, until I came to this court! It was you, Empress, who taught me

that these selfish men, occupied with affairs of state, war, and

ambition, neglect us when they have become our husbands, and no longer

value us when they possess us. You taught me that it is no sin to

accept the innocent homage, the flattering devotion which is denied to

us by our husbands, from friends who court us because they still hope.

God is my witness, that it is nothing but this sweet incense which

Belisarius denies me, and which my vain weak heart sorely needs, that I

expect from Anicius."

"Fortunately for me, it will soon tire him out," said Theodora to

herself.

"And yet," continued Antonina, "even this, I fear, is a sin against

Belisarius. Oh, how great, how noble he is! If only he were not too

great for this little heart." And she buried her face in her hands.

"The pitiful creature!" thought the Empress, "too weak for vice, as for

virtue."

At this moment Agave, the beautiful Thessalian slave, entered the room

with a large bunch of splendid roses.

"From him," she whispered to her mistress.

"From whom?" asked Theodora.

But Antonina just then looked up, and Agave made a sign of warning. The

Empress, in order to occupy her, gave Antonina the roses.

"If you please, put them into that marble vase."

As Antonina turned her back upon them to obey, Agave whispered: "From

him whom you kept hidden here all day yesterday; from the handsome

Anicius," the pretty girl added, blushing.

But she had scarcely uttered the imprudent words, than she gave a loud

cry, and held her left arm to her lips.

The Empress struck her in the face with the still bloody lancet.

"I will teach you to notice whether men are handsome or ugly," she

cried furiously. "You will keep to the spinning-room for four weeks. Go

at once! and do not show yourself again in my ante-rooms."

The weeping girl left the room, hiding her face in her dress.

"What has she done?" asked Antonina, coming forward.

"She let the scent-bottle fall," answered Galatea quickly, and picked

one up from the floor. "Mistress, I have finished."

"Then let the dressers in, and whoever else waits in the ante-room.

Will you, meanwhile, look at these verses, Antonina? They are the

newest poems of Arator, 'The Deeds of the Apostles,' and very edifying.

This particularly, 'The Stoning of St. Stephen.' But read, and judge

for yourself."

Galatea opened wide the doors of the principal entrance. A whole troop

of slaves and freed-women streamed in. Some occupied themselves with

clearing away the articles of toilet hitherto used; others swung

censers with aromatic incense, or sprinkled balsam about the room from

narrow-necked flasks. But most of them were busy about the person of

the Empress, who now completed her toilet.

Galatea took off the rose-coloured tunic.

"Berenice," she cried, "bring the Milesian tunic, with the purple

stripe and gold tassels. To-day is Sunday ."

While the experienced old woman was artfully fastening into the knot of

the Empress's hair a costly gold needle, its head formed of a gem,

engraved with a head of Venus, the Empress asked: "What news, from the

city, Delphine?"

"You have won, mistress!" answered Delphine, kneeling down with the

gilded sandals; "your colours, the blue, have beaten the green; both

with the horses and the chariots!"

"What a triumph!" cried Theodora joyfully. "A bet of two centenaria of

gold; it is mine! News? Whence? from Italy?" she cried to a slave who

just entered with letters.

"Yes, mistress, from Florence; from the Gothic Princess, Gothelindis. I

know the Gorgon-seal; and from Silverius, the archdeacon."

"Give me them," said Theodora, "I will take them with me to church. The

mirror, Elpis."

A young slave came forward with an oval plate of brilliantly-polished

silver, in a gold frame, richly set with pearls, and standing on a

strong foot of ivory.

Poor Elpis had a hard service.

During the completion of the toilet she had to hold the heavy plate,

and, following every movement of her restless mistress, turn it, so

that the latter could always look at her own reflection, and woe to

Elpis if she were too late in turning!

"What is there to buy, Zephyris?" the Empress asked a dark-skinned

Lybian freed-woman, who just then brought her a tame snake to caress,

which lay in a small basket upon soft moss.

"Oh, nothing particular," answered the Lybian. "Come, Glauke," she

added, taking a snowy white chlamys, embroidered with gold, from a

clothes-press, and carefully spreading it out upon her arms, waited

until Glauke took it from her, and, at one throw, arranged it in

graceful folds upon the shoulders of the Empress, clasping it with the

white girdle, and fastening one end upon her pearly shoulder with a

golden brooch, which, formed in the shape of the dove of Venus, now

represented the sign of the Holy Ghost.

Glauke, the daughter of an Athenian sculptor, had studied the folds of

the chlamys for years, and for this reason had been bought by the

Empress at a cost of many thousand solidi. The whole day long this was

her sole occupation.

"Sweet-scented soap-balls," said Zephyris, "have just arrived from

Spain. A new Milesian fairy-tale has just come out. And the old

Egyptian is there again, with his Nile-water," she added in a low tone;

"he says it is unfailing. The Persian Queen, who was childless for

eight years----"

Theodora turned away sighing; a shadow passed across her smooth face.

"Send him away," she said; "this hope is past forever." And, for a

moment, it seemed as if she would have sunk into a melancholy reverie.

But she roused herself, and, beckoning to Galatea, she went back to her

bed, took a crushed wreath of ivy which lay upon the pillow, and gave

it to the old woman, whispering:

"For Anicius, send it to him. The jewels, Erigone!"

Erigone, with the help of two other slaves, brought forward, with great

trouble, a heavy bronze casket, the lid of which, representing the

workshop of Vulcan in embossed figures, was closed with the seal of the

Empress.

Erigone showed that the seal was intact, and then opened the lid. Many

a girl stood upon her tiptoes to catch a glance at the shining

treasures.

"Will you wear the summer rings, mistress?" asked Erigone.

"No," said Theodora, looking into the casket, "the time for those is

over. Give me the heavy ones, the emeralds."

Erigone handed to her rings, earrings, and bracelet.

"How beautifully," said Antonina, looking up from her pious verses,

"how beautifully the white of the pearls contrasts with the green of

the stones."

"It was one of Cleopatra's treasures," said the Empress indifferently;

"the Jew swore to its pedigree."

"But you linger long," said Antonina. "Justinian's litter was already

waiting as I came up."

"Yes, mistress," said a young slave anxiously, "the slave at the

sundial has already announced the fourth hour. Hasten, mistress!"

A prick with the lancet was the only answer.

"Would you teach your Empress!" but she whispered to Antonina: "We must

not spoil the men; they must always wait for us, never we for them. My

ostrich fan, Thais. Go, Ione, tell the Cappadocian slaves to come to my

litter." And she turned to go.

"Oh, Theodora!" cried Antonina quickly, "do not forget my request."

"No," answered Theodora, suddenly standing still, "certainly not! And

that you may be quite sure, I will give the order into your own hands.

My wax-tablets and the stylus!"

Galatea brought them in haste.

Theodora wrote, and whispered to her friend:

"The Prefect of the harbour is one of my old friends. He blindly obeys

me. Read what I write."

"To Aristarchus the Prefect, Theodora the Empress.

"When Severinus, the son of Boethius, is about to go on board the ship

of Belisarius, keep him back, if necessary, by force; and send him to

my rooms. He is appointed my chamberlain."

"Is that right, dear sister?" she whispered.

"A thousand thanks!" said Antonina, with beaming eyes.

"But," said the Empress suddenly, putting her hand to her neck, "have

we forgotten the principal thing? My amulet! the Mercury. Please,

Antonina; there it hangs."

Antonina turned hastily to fetch the little golden Mercury, which hung,

by a silk cord, on the bed of the Empress.

Meanwhile Theodora quickly crossed out the word "Severinus," and wrote

instead "Anicius." She closed the tablets, tied them, and fastened the

string with her seal.

"Here is the amulet," said Antonina, returning.

"And here is the order," said the Empress, smiling. "You can give it to

Aristarchus yourself at the moment of departure. Now," she cried, "let

us go. To the church!"

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