'"Nay," said one elder, "prove to us that he lives"; and another said cunningly, "What will you give us if we read you his last words?"
'"We are not merchants to bargain," cried Amal. "Moreover, I owe this man my life. He shall have his proof." He threw across to me a letter (well I knew the seal) from Maximus.
'"We took this out of the ship we sank," he cried. "I cannot read, but I know one sign, at least, which makes me believe." He showed me a dark stain on the outer roll that my heavy heart perceived was the valiant blood of Maximus.
'"Read!" said Amal. "Read, and then let us hear whose servants you are!"
'Said Pertinax, very softly, after he had looked through it: "I will read it all. Listen, barbarians!" He read that which I have carried next my heart ever since.'
Parnesius drew from his neck a folded and spotted piece of parchment, and began in a hushed voice:—
'"To Parnesius and Pertinax, the not unworthy Captains of the Wall, from Maximus, once Emperor of Gaul and Britain, now prisoner waiting death by the sea in the camp of Theodosius—Greeting and Good-bye!"
'"Enough," said young Amal; "there is your proof! You must join us now!"
'Pertinax looked long and silently at him, till that fair man blushed like a girl. Then read Pertinax:—