“I swear to thee, lord, that I am writing a hymn.”
“Then thou wilt write it at night. Beg inspiration of Diana, who, by the way, is a sister of Apollo.”
Chilo dropped his head and looked with malice on those present, who began to laugh again. Cæsar, turning to Senecio and Suilius Nerulinus, said,—
“Imagine, of the Christians appointed for to-day we have been able to finish hardly half!”
At this old Aquilus Regulus, who had great knowledge of everything touching the amphitheatre, thought a while, and said,—
“Spectacles in which people appear sine armis et sine arte last almost as long and are less entertaining.”
“I will command to give them weapons,” answered Nero.
But the superstitious Vestinius was roused from meditation at once, and asked in a mysterious voice,—
“Have ye noticed that when dying they see something? They look up, and die as it were without pain. I am sure that they see something.”
He raised his eyes then to the opening of the amphitheatre, over which night had begun to extend its velarium dotted with stars. But others answered with laughter and jesting suppositions as to what the Christians could see at the moment of death. Meanwhile Cæsar gave a signal to the slave torch-bearers, and left the Circus; after him followed vestals, senators, dignitaries, and Augustians.