’Oh, Glaucus! my beloved! my own!—­take me to thy arms!  One embrace! let me feel thy arms around me—­and in that embrace let me die—­I can no more!’

’For my sake, for my life—­courage, yet, sweet Ione—­my life is linked with thine:  and see—­torches—­this way!  Lo! how they brave the Wind!  Ha! they live through the storm—­doubtless, fugitives to the sea! we will join them.’

As if to aid and reanimate the lovers, the winds and showers came to a sudden pause; the atmosphere was profoundly still—­the mountain seemed at rest, gathering, perhaps, fresh fury for its next burst; the torch-bearers moved quickly on.  ‘We are nearing the sea,’ said, in a calm voice, the person at their head.  ’Liberty and wealth to each slave who survives this day!  Courage!  I tell you that the gods themselves have assured me of deliverance.  On!’

Redly and steadily the torches flashed full on the eyes of Glaucus and Ione, who lay trembling and exhausted on his bosom.  Several slaves were bearing, by the light, panniers and coffers, heavily laden; in front of them—­a drawn sword in his hand—­towered the lofty form of Arbaces.

‘By my fathers!’ cried the Egyptian, ’Fate smiles upon me even through these horrors, and, amidst the dreadest aspects of woe and death, bodes me happiness and love.  Away, Greek!  I claim my ward, Ione!’

‘Traitor and murderer!’ cried Glaucus, glaring upon his foe, ’Nemesis hath guided thee to my revenge!—­a just sacrifice to the shades of Hades, that now seem loosed on earth.  Approach—­touch but the hand of Ione, and thy weapon shall be as a reed—­I will tear thee limb from limb!’

Suddenly, as he spoke, the place became lighted with an intense and lurid glow.  Bright and gigantic through the darkness, which closed around it like the walls of hell, the mountain shone—­a pile of fire!  Its summit seemed riven in two; or rather, above its surface there seemed to rise two monster shapes, each confronting each, as Demons contending for a world.  These were of one deep blood-red hue of fire, which lighted up the whole atmosphere far and wide; but, below, the nether part of the mountain was still dark and shrouded, save in three places, adown which flowed, serpentine and irregular, rivers of the molten lava.  Darkly red through the profound gloom of their banks, they flowed slowly on, as towards the devoted city.  Over the broadest there seemed to spring a cragged and stupendous arch, from which, as from the jaws of hell, gushed the sources of the sudden Phlegethon.  And through the stilled air was heard the rattling of the fragments of rock, hurtling one upon another as they were borne down the fiery cataracts—­darkening, for one instant, the spot where they fell, and suffused the next, in the burnished hues of the flood along which they floated!

The slaves shrieked aloud, and, cowering, hid their faces.  The Egyptian himself stood transfixed to the spot, the glow lighting up his commanding features and jewelled robes.  High behind him rose a tall column that supported the bronze statue of Augustus; and the imperial image seemed changed to a shape of fire!