A moment or two later the door was opened from within and the feeble light of a tiny lamp was held above him whilst a kindly voice murmured:
"Who goes there?"
"The Cæsar is in danger, and a fugitive. He asks shelter and protection from thee," murmured Taurus Antinor feebly, "and I would lay down my burden in thy house for I am weary and I would find rest."
"Enter friend," said the man simply.
The Cæsar, trembling and nerveless, fell forward into the room.
The praefect of Rome lay unconscious upon its threshold but the Christian had laid down his cross at the foot of the throne of God.
CHAPTER XXXIV
"Finally my brethren be strong."—Ephesians vi. 10.