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the last unwedded daughter of the house, with Titus Julius Verronax, a young Arvernian chief of the lineage of Vercingetorix, highly educated in all Latin and Greek culture, and a Roman citizen much as a Highland chieftain is an Englishman. His home was on an almost inaccessible peak, or PUY, which the Senator pointed out to the Bishop, saying--
"I would fain secure such a refuge for my family in case the tyranny of the barbarians should increase."
"Are there any within the city?" asked the Bishop. "I rejoice to see that thou art free from the indignity of having any quartered upon thee."
"For which I thank Heaven," responded the Senator. "The nearest are on the farm of Deodatus, in the valley. There is a stout old warrior named Meinhard who calls himself of the King's Trust; not a bad old fellow in himself to deal with, but with endless sons, followers, and guests, whom poor Deodatus and Julitta have to keep supplied with whatever they choose to call for, being forced to witness their riotous orgies night after night."
"Even so, we are far better off than our countrymen who have the heathen Franks for their lords."
"That Heaven forbid!" said AEmilius. "These Goths are at least Christians, though heretics, yet I shall be heartily glad when the circuit of Deodatus's fields is over. The good man would not have them left unblest, but the heretical barbarians make it a point of honour not to hear the Blessed Name invoked without mockery, such as our youths may hardly brook."
"They are unarmed," said the Bishop.
"True; but, as none knows better than thou dost, dear father and friend, the Arvernian blood has not cooled since the days of Caius Julius Caesar, and offences are frequent among the young men. So often has our community had to pay 'wehrgeld,' as the barbarians call the price they lay upon blood, that I swore at last that I would never pay it again, were my own son the culprit."
"Such oaths are perilous," said Sidonius. "Hast thou never had cause to regret this?"
"My father, thou wouldst have thought it time to take strong measures to check the swaggering of our young men and the foolish provocations that cost more than one life. One would stick a peacock's feather in his cap and go strutting along with folded arms and swelling breast, and when the Goths scowled at him and called him by well-deserved names, a challenge would lead to a deadly combat. Another such fight was caused by no greater offence than the treading on a dog's tail; but in that it was the Roman, or more truly the Gaul, who was slain, and I must say the 'wehrgeld' was honourably paid. It is time, however, that such groundless conflicts should cease; and, in truth, only a barbarian could be satisfied to let gold atone for life."
"It is certainly neither Divine law nor human equity," said the Bishop. "Yet where no distinction can be made between the deliberate murder and the hasty blow, I have seen cause to be thankful for the means of escaping the utmost penalty. Has this oath had the desired effect?"
"There has been only one case since it was taken," replied AEmilius. "That was a veritable murder. A vicious, dissolute lad stabbed a wounded Goth in a lonely place, out of vengeful spite. I readily delivered him up to the kinsfolk for justice, and as this proved me to be in earnest, these wanton outrages have become much more rare. Unfortunately, however, the fellow was son to one of the widows of the Church--a holy woman, and a favourite of my little Columba, who daily feeds and tends the poor thing, and thinks her old father very cruel."
"Alas! from the beginning the doom of the guilty has struck the innocent," said the Bishop.
"In due retribution, as even the heathen knew." Perfect familiarity with the great Greek tragedians was still the mark of a gentleman, and then Sidonius quoted from Sophocles--
Compass'd with dazzling light, Throned on Olympus's height, His front the Eternal God uprears By toils unwearied, and unaged by years; Far back, through ages past, Far on, through time to come, Hath been, and still must last, Sin's never-changing doom.
AEmilius capped it from AEschylus--
But Justice holds her equal scales With ever-waking eye; O'er some her vengeful might prevails When their life's sun is high; On some her vigorous judgments light In that dread pause 'twixt day and night, Life's closing, twilight hour. But soon as once the genial plain Has drunk the life-blood of the slain, Indelible the spots remain, And aye for vengeance call.
"Yea," said the Bishop, "such was the universal law given to Noah ere the parting of the nations--blood for blood! And yet, where should we be did not Mercy rejoice against