“Here are your own words, and very diabolical words they are.  Listen.”

With his eyes on his notes, AEacus read,—­

“Two plants, the thalagssigle and the aglaphotis, are luminous in the evening, flowers by day, stars by night;” and looking steadily at Ursus, “What have you to say to that?”

Ursus answered,—­

“Every plant is a lamp.  Its perfume is its light.”  AEacus turned over other pages.

“You have denied that the vesicles of the otter are equivalent to castoreum.”

“I merely said that perhaps it may be necessary to receive the teaching of AEtius on this point with some reserve.”

AEacus became furious.

“You practise medicine?”

“I practise medicine,” sighed Ursus timidly.

“On living things?”

“Rather than on dead ones,” said Ursus.

Ursus defended himself stoutly, but dully; an admirable mixture, in which meekness predominated.  He spoke with such gentleness that Doctor AEacus felt that he must insult him.

“What are you murmuring there?” said he rudely.

Ursus was amazed, and restricted himself to saying,—­

“Murmurings are for the young, and moans for the aged.  Alas, I moan!”

AEacus replied,—­

“Be assured of this—­if you attend a sick person, and he dies, you will be punished by death.”

Ursus hazarded a question.

“And if he gets well?”

“In that case,” said the doctor, softening his voice, “you will be punished by death.”

“There is little difference,” said Ursus.

The doctor replied,—­

“If death ensues, we punish gross ignorance; if recovery, we punish presumption.  The gibbet in either case.”

“I was ignorant of the circumstance,” murmured Ursus.  “I thank you for teaching me.  One does not know all the beauties of the law.”

“Take care of yourself.”

“Religiously,” said Ursus.

“We know what you are about.”

“As for me,” thought Ursus, “that is more than I always know myself.”

“We could send you to prison.”

“I see that perfectly, gentlemen.”

“You cannot deny your infractions nor your encroachments.”

“My philosophy asks pardon.”

“Great audacity has been attributed to you.”

“That is quite a mistake.”

“It is said that you have cured the sick.”

“I am the victim of calumny.”

The three pairs of eyebrows which were so horribly fixed on Ursus contracted.  The three wise faces drew near to each other, and whispered.  Ursus had the vision of a vague fool’s cap sketched out above those three empowered heads.  The low and requisite whispering of the trio was of some minutes’ duration, during which time Ursus felt all the ice and all the scorch of agony.  At length Minos, who was president, turned to him and said angrily,—­