"Of treachery?... Whose treachery?..."
"Mine."
"Thine?... I'll not believe it.... Thou a traitor ... against Cæsar?"
"No."
"Against whom, then?"
"Against Him Whose death I witnessed seven years ago."
"Then I'll not believe it. And 'tis sacrilege thus to jest."
"Jest?" said Taurus Antinor, with a laugh that rang unnatural and hoarse. "Jest! when for a day and a night my soul hath been on the rack and mocking demons have jeered at my torments? Jest! When——?"
He broke off abruptly and looked down with an earnest gaze on the upturned face of his friend.
"If thou wouldst tell me more it would ease thy heart," said the man simply.