Serapis — Volume 03 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about Serapis — Volume 03.

Serapis — Volume 03 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 84 pages of information about Serapis — Volume 03.

She breathed freely once more, and released the child’s head from the skirt of her dress in which he had wrapped and buried it.  The end of her alarms was not yet come, however, for a troop of the young heathen came flying across the square in wild retreat before a division of the heavy cavalry, which had intervened to part the combatants.

The fugitives came straight towards her; again she closed her eyes tightly, expecting every instant to find herself under the horses’ feet.  Then one of the runaways knocked down Papias, and she could bear no more; her senses deserted her, her knees failed under her, she lost consciousness, and with a dull groan she fell on the dusty pavement.  Close to her, as she lay, rushed the pursued and the pursuers—­and at last, how long after she knew not, when she recovered her senses she felt as if she were floating in the air, and presently perceived that a soldier had her in his arms and was carrying her like a child.

Fresh alarms and fresh shame overwhelmed the poor girl; she tried to free herself and found him quite ready to set her down.  When she was once more on her feet and felt that she could stand she glanced wildly round her with sudden recollection, and then uttered a hoarse cry, for her mouth and tongue were parched: 

“Christ Jesus!  Where is my brother?” She pushed back her hair with a desperate gesture, pressing her hands to her temples and peering all round her with a look of fevered misery.

She was still in the square and close to the door of the Prefect’s house; a man on horseback, in all probability her preserver’s servant, was following them, leading his master’s horse.  On the pavement lay wounded men groaning with pain; the street of the Caesareum was lined with a double row of footsoldiers of Papias no sign!

Again she called him, and with such deep anguish in her voice, which was harsh and shrill with terror, that the young officer looked at her with extreme compassion.

“Papias, Papias—­my little brother!  O God my Saviour!—­where, where is the child?”

“We will have him sought for,” said the soldier whose voice was gentle and kind.  “You are too young and pretty—­what brought you into this crowd and amid such an uproar?”

She colored deeply and looking down answered low and hurriedly:  “I was going to see the Bishop.”

“You chose an evil hour,” replied Constantine, for it was he who had found her lying on the pavement and who had thought it only an act of mercy not to trust so young and fair a girl to the protection of his followers.  “You may thank God that you have got off so cheaply.  Now, I must return to my men.  You know where the Bishop lives?  Yes, here.  And with regard to your little brother....  Stay; do you live in Alexandria?” “No, my lord.”

“But you have some relation or friend whom you lodge with?”

“No, my lord.  I am...  I have...  I told you, I only want to see my lord the Bishop.”

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