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tried to touch my lips--that boy, Antipater, a
good-looking wretch!"
She gave her shoulders a little shrug and drew her robe closer. "He had
come out of the Basilica Julia, and I am sure he had been over-drinking.
I cried 'Help!' and quickly a man came and stood between us; and oh!
young sir, as I live, it was our great father Augustus, and Antipater
knelt before him.
"'Young man,' said the father--and his eyes shone--'rise and look
yonder. Do you see the citadel? Under its marble floor there is a grave.
It is that of one who kissed a vestal and was buried alive. There are
sacred people in Rome, and among them is this daughter of my beloved
Publius. Go you to your palace, son of Herod, and, hereafter, forget not

that you are in Rome.'
"He was angry, and I, so frightened! Then he took me home and said he
would be my father, and that in good time he would choose a husband
for me."
"The gods grant that he choose me."
"The gods forbid it, son of Varro."
"And why?"
Slowly and with assumed severity she spoke.
"Because--I--do--not--love--you."
"Cruel one!" said he, turning and biting his lips. "Your words are as the
blow of the pilum."
"Have they indeed wounded you?" She touched his hand with a look of
sympathy.
"They have made me sick at heart."
"Then would I not believe them," said she, tenderly, slipping her
slender fingers into his.
He pressed her hand. "And do you, then, love me?"
"No--I--do--not--love--you."
"You are a strange people--you maidens of the capital," said he, taking
her hand in both of his. "Rome has conquered everything save its
women."
She parted her tunic and stood looking down at her white bosom, and
with her delicate fingers brushed off a bit of dust which had fallen from
the vine above them.
"I do think much of love," said she, thoughtfully, still looking down at

her breast.
"And of me," he insisted.
"Nay, not of you," she answered, without delay.
"I shall know," said he, wistfully, "for I shall consult the fates. I have
here a sacred coin. An old dame found it when she was digging in the
side of Soracte. See, it has on its face the head of Apollo, and opposite
is an arrow in a death-hand. And the hag had an odd dream of this coin,
so she told me--that it fell out of the sky, and was, indeed, from the
treasury of the gods, and had in it a wonderful power in all mysteries.
And one might tell by tossing it in the air and noting its fall, if he were
loved or hated by the first one he should see after learning its answer. I
have never known it to fail. If the head is up you love me," said he,
tossing the disk of metal.
It fell and lay at his feet.
"The head!" he exclaimed, with joy.
"Is it really blest of the gods?" she inquired, eagerly, her cheeks aflame.
"Is it indeed blest?"
"So said the woman who gave it me."
"Now I shall toss it," said she, taking the coin.
"Ah! you would know if I love you," he answered.
The coin leaped high and fell and rolled along the marble walk. Both
followed eagerly, he leading, and, as it stopped, he quickly covered the
bit of metal with his hand.
"Let me see!" said she, her hand upon his wrist.
"Do not look."
"Let me see it!" she insisted.

"Sweet sister of Appius, I beg of you, here on my knees, do not look at
the coin! I will give you the white steeds from Cappadocia, but do not
look."
"Let me see it, I say, son of Varro!" She was tugging at his wrist, and
now, indeed, there was a pretty pleading in her voice. The words were
to him as pearls strung on a silken thread.
"Wait a little."
"I shall not wait."
"Sweet flower of Rome," said he, looking into her eyes, "I know that
you are mine now! Your voice--it is like the love-call of the robin!"
"Stubborn boy! Do you think I care for you?" She stopped and looked
into his eyes.
"Else why should you wish to see the coin?" said he. "But, look! Upon
my soul it is false!" A little silence followed.
"'Tis false!" he repeated. "I swear the coin lies, for I do love you,
dearly."
"It does not lie," she whispered.
He put his arm about her.
"And I know," he answered, "why you think it cannot lie. It said, before,
that you love me, and it was right."
She thrust him away gently, and, rising, as if stricken with sudden fear
of him, ran a few paces up the