As the hour of the repast drew near, the trio wended their way through a long corridor, paved with mosaic, then, passing two portals, entered the atrium or front court of the palace. Here Marcius would receive them. The entrances to the various rooms, with their walks, alcoves, and stairways, extended around on three sides, while on the fourth, beyond a massive wall of marble, were the palace gardens, containing flower-beds, shrubberies, fountains, and statues, with here and there a spreading plane, fig, or palm tree.
The court opened to the blue sky above, except a space covered by a large velarium, which was spread as [pg 384]a shelter from the rays of the sun during the afternoon. The impluvium, or rain-water tank, guarded by rails of polished metal, received its contents through grotesque gargoyles of the same material, and near by a fountain poured forth a volume of spray into a huge round marble basin, surrounded with anemones and lilies. The pavement of the atrium was of white and dark red marbles in handsome design, and the walls decorated with carved panels, upon which were representations of fantastic birds, griffins, fauns, and centaurs. Along the sides a continuous divan or resting-place was supplied with soft, movable cushions, and stools in front.
Marcius appeared soon after the announcement of their arrival. After a simple introduction, he gave Rebecca a cordial greeting,—
“I give thee welcome, and have pleasure in thy speedy restoration.”
Rebecca glanced timidly up into the face of the Roman, half expecting that the dark, stern visage of perfidious memory would be disturbing beyond control, so that her agitation would be evident. She had forgotten for the moment that the former Marcius was no more, and that this was another. Though the general contour of form and feature was recalled, the hard lines of brutality and sensuality had disappeared, while those of a manly and kindly dignity had taken their place. There was a sympathetic light in his eyes, a calm nobility of demeanor, and a respectful and delicate consideration which were delightful and unexpected. Even the voice of well-remembered harshness was rich, amiable, and friendly.
Rebecca was so astonished at the completeness of the change that a well-defined flush upon her cheeks heightened the charm of her appearance. The severe ordeal which she had consented to undergo from force of circumstances, and out of consideration for Serenus and Amabel, suddenly lost its unpleasantness, and composure and self-command were immediately regained.
She responded to the hearty greeting, and in a manner of quiet dignity expressed a cordial thankfulness for his kindness in her timely rescue and generous hospitality.
Pending the announcement of the serving of the supper, they seated themselves for a brief converse in the court. Marcius continued to address Rebecca.
“As a Roman citizen, and especially as Vice Legate of Tarsus, I have much shame at the cruel persecution which so suddenly broke out against thy people. It was unforeseen, and care shall be taken that the offence hath no repetition. But I have a peculiar gladness that my brother Serenus and I were able to render thee aid in the time of need. But verily it is to him that the praise is meet. But for his presence and teaching I should have been elsewhere.”
“Behold, my lord Marcius, he abounded with noble deeds while in Jerusalem. I could tell thee much concerning certain things that happened there during my sojourn.”