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THE JEALOUS DACIA SEEKS REVENGE
two visions came to him, and he shuddered as he saw — one was a man, with thorn-encircled brow and body redly pierced ; the other was an untouched maid, with the whiteness of Resurrection lilies, and in his ear they seemed to whisper: "Ye know not what ye do."
"When he reached the lion's lair, the maid had been tossed in, and the great beast was snarling and showing his hungry teeth ; yet Marius saw, with a great throb, that Lygia was smiling, and he knew why. As he leaped into the den, between the maddened beast and the motionless girl, he knew that it was not the body of Lygia he was facing death to save, but the flame-bright soul of her. He heard Dacia's gasping scream, sensed Cassius's raucous shout; then saw them turn and flee, and, as they turned, he raised the maid, with one strong arm, above the lion's den. For an instant only, he swerved with the impact of his own force ; then recoiled to safety just as the great beast sprang.
They walked in a deep silence to the palace of Marius, and well Lygia knew that she was his forever; that now she owed 'to him her unvalued
life, and that, as recompense, she must stay thru all the years in his luxuriant palace, sated with his jewels and tainted with his love.
When they reached the marble structure, Marius led her to a tiny grove overlooking the city and bade her sit on the low bench, while he stood beside her. His eyes were Oark and sad, and his face was very grave.
"Lygia," he said, "dost see this great city lying below us ? "
"Yes, Marius," returned the girl, wondering at the stillness of his voice.
"It is mine to pillage as I will," the young patrician said; "all my life I have filched from it lordly honors, have amassed its rarest gold, have plundered it of its fairest women. It has sated me with its wines, feasted me at its banquets, and then, one day, I knew that it had given me — nothing. It was the day I saw you, my Lygia, and I knew then that, should all the satiety of those other years lie on one side and you on the other, it is to you that I must turn. That much I saw — no more. Now, oh ! Lygia, hear me, my beloved — hear this wretched Marius, who has wronged you in the folly of a blinded love. My eyes have been opened, my