‘Heaven forbid that Hypatia’s scholar should so degrade himself!’
Arsenius shook his head sadly.
‘You would not have had me go?’
‘No, boy. But how long hast thou learned to call thyself Hypatia’s scholar, or to call it a degradation to visit the most sinful, if thou mightest thereby bring back a lost lamb to the Good Shepherd? Nevertheless, thou art too young for such employment—and she meant to tempt thee doubtless.’
‘I do not think it. She seemed struck by my talking Athenian Greek, and having come from Athens.’
‘And how long since she came from Athens?’ said Arsenius, after a pause. ‘Who knows?’
‘Just after it was sacked by the barbarians,’ said the little porter, who, beginning to suspect a mystery, was peaking and peering like an excited parrot. ‘The old dame brought her hither among a cargo of captive boys and girls.’
‘The time agrees.... Can this Miriam be found?’
‘A sapient and courteous question for a monk to ask! Do you not know that Cyril has expelled all Jews four months ago?’
‘True, true.... Alas!’ said the old man to himself, ‘how little the rulers of this world guess their own power! They move a finger carelessly, and forget that that finger may crush to death hundreds whose names they never heard—and every soul of them as precious in God’s sight as Cyril’s own.’