"Why did you become a Christian?" asked one of them.
"Just think, the Christians have six times as many feast days as Hellenists! Nobody harms you.... I advise you to follow my example. One is much freer among Christians."
Where four roads met, the pressure of a crowd pinned Gnyphon and Zotick against the wall. In the middle of the street there was a block in the traffic; the chariots could neither advance nor draw back; shouts, oaths, blows of the whip, were exchanged. Forty oxen were dragging, on an enormous stone-wheeled cart, a jasper column. The earth shook under its weight.
"Whither are you dragging that?" asked Gnyphon.
"From the Basilica to the Temple of Hera. The Christians had carried it off for their church. Now it is going back to its proper position."
Gnyphon glanced at the dirty wall against which he was leaning, on which Pagan urchins had drawn the usual impious caricatures of the Christians.
Gnyphon turned and spat with indignation.
On one side of the crowded market-place they observed the portrait of Julian, arrayed in all the symbols of Imperial power. The winged god Hermes was coming down from the clouds towards him. The portrait was fresh and the colours not yet dry.
Now according to the Roman law every passer-by had to salute any picture of Augustus.
The Agoranome, or inspector of the market, stopped a little old woman carrying a large basket of cabbages.