The other laborer poured water on his head; the two not only placed him on his feet, but raised him from the ground, and carried him to the others, who surrounded him and asked if he had suffered seriously. This tenderness astonished Vinicius.
“People, who are ye?” asked he.
“We are breaking down houses, so that the fire may not reach the Via Portuensis,” answered one of the laborers.
“Ye came to my aid when I had fallen. Thanks to you.”
“We are not permitted to refuse aid,” answered a number of voices.
Vinicius, who from early morning had seen brutal crowds, slaying and robbing, looked with more attention on the faces around him, and said,—
“May Christ reward you.”
“Praise to His name!” exclaimed a whole chorus of voices.
“Linus?” inquired Vinicius.
But he could not finish the question or hear the answer, for he fainted from emotion and over-exertion. He recovered only in the Codetan Field in a garden, surrounded by a number of men and women. The first words which he uttered were,—