Rufus handed each a small sum of money. The slaves bowed low and disappeared, between the palms, in the direction of the moonlit, twinkling city.
Only a guard of sailors kept watch on the barge. Uncle Catullus retired to his cabin. Tarrar also did not wish to go on shore and remained to sleep at his master’s threshold. The Feast of Isis made many shudder who were not accustomed from their youth to its shivery mysticism.
Thrasyllus had gone. Lucius also went on shore. He saw Cora hesitating under the palm-trees while the other women slaves had already gone gaily to enjoy their night of liberty:
“Why don’t you join your companions, Cora?” asked Lucius.
“My lord,” Cora replied, “if you permit me, I would rather stay here.”
“You are free to-night.”
“What should I do with liberty, my lord?”
“You can do what you please, go to the temple and see the veiled Isis ... and enjoy yourself as and with whom you choose.”
She cast down her eyes and blushed.
“There is a general holiday to-night,” continued Lucius, “for slaves male and female.”