The countenance of the priest was remarkably unprepossessing—­his shaven skull was so low and narrow in the front as nearly to approach to the conformation of that of an African savage, save only towards the temples, where, in that organ styled acquisitiveness by the pupils of a science modern in name, but best practically known (as their sculpture teaches us) amongst the ancients, two huge and almost preternatural protuberances yet more distorted the unshapely head—­around the brows the skin was puckered into a web of deep and intricate wrinkles—­the eyes, dark and small, rolled in a muddy and yellow orbit—­the nose, short yet coarse, was distended at the nostrils like a satyr’s—­and the thick but pallid lips, the high cheek-bones, the livid and motley hues that struggled through the parchment skin, completed a countenance which none could behold without repugnance, and few without terror and distrust:  whatever the wishes of the mind, the animal frame was well fitted to execute them; the wiry muscles of the throat, the broad chest, the nervous hands and lean gaunt arms, which were bared above the elbow, betokened a form capable alike of great active exertion and passive endurance.

‘Calenus,’ said the Egyptian to this fascinating flamen, ’you have improved the voice of the statue much by attending to my suggestion; and your verses are excellent.  Always prophesy good fortune, unless there is an absolute impossibility of its fulfilment.’

‘Besides,’ added Calenus, ’if the storm does come, and if it does overwhelm the accursed ships, have we not prophesied it? and are the barks not blest to be at rest?—­for rest prays the mariner in the AEgean sea, or at least so says Horace—­can the mariner be more at rest in the sea than when he is at the bottom of it?’

’Right, my Calenus; I wish Apaecides would take a lesson from your wisdom.  But I desire to confer with you relative to him and to other matters:  you can admit me into one of your less sacred apartments?’

‘Assuredly,’ replied the priest, leading the way to one of the small chambers which surrounded the open gate.  Here they seated themselves before a small table spread with dishes containing fruit and eggs, and various cold meats, with vases of excellent wine, of which while the companions partook, a curtain, drawn across the entrance opening to the court, concealed them from view, but admonished them by the thinness of the partition to speak low, or to speak no secrets:  they chose the former alternative.

‘Thou knowest,’ said Arbaces, in a voice that scarcely stirred the air, so soft and inward was its sound, ’that it has ever been my maxim to attach myself to the young.  From their flexile and unformed minds I can carve out my fittest tools.  I weave—­I warp—­I mould them at my will.  Of the men I make merely followers or servants; of the women...’

‘Mistresses,’ said Calenus, as a livid grin distorted his ungainly features.