"He is jealous," he answered, "of Marsyas! Hath he cause, my daughter?"
Lydia dropped her head on the alabarch's breast.
"Marsyas is an Essene!" she whispered, and the alabarch smoothed her curls and was filled with pity.
CHAPTER XXVII
THE PROCONSUL'S DELIBERATIONS
Before sunset that day, Flaccus had received two messages. One was brought by a Jewish slave. It read:
"TO FLACCUS AVILLUS, PROCONSUL OF EGYPT, GREETING:
"I have departed.
"CYPROS."