"Oh Sabina, my Mother!" he answered tenderly. "You spoiled me with kindness even when I was a boy, and what can I do to thank you for all this?"
"Be always the same to me that you are to-day. Will you always—for all time be the same, whatever your fortunes may be?"
"In joy and in adversity always the same; always your friend, always ready to give my life for you."
"In spite of my husband, always, even when you think you no longer need my favor!"
"Always, for without you I should be nothing—utterly miserable."
The Empress heaved a deep sigh and sat bolt upright on her couch. She had formed a great resolve, and she said slowly, emphasizing every word:
"If nothing utterly unforeseen occurs in the heavens on your birth-night, you shall be our son, and so Hadrian's successor and heir. I swear it."
There was something solemn in her voice, and her small eyes were wide open.
"Sabina, Mother, guardian spirit of my life!" cried Verus, and he fell on his knees by her couch. She looked in his handsome face with deep emotion, laid her hands on his temples, and pressed her lips on his dark curls.
A moist brilliancy sparkled in those eyes, unapt to tears, and in a soft and appealing tone that no one had ever before heard in her voice she said: