There was again a brief silence.  Totila let his eyes stray for a moment, then spoke again meditatively.

’You sought vainly for this maiden, whilst she was kept in ward.  Being your friend, did not Marcian lend his aid to discover her for you?’

’He did so, but fruitlessly.  And when at length he found her, his mind to me had changed.’

‘Strangely, it must be confessed,’ said the king.  His eyes were again fixed upon Basil with a look of pleasant interest.  ’Some day, perchance, you may learn how that came about; meanwhile, you do well to think good rather than evil.  In truth, it would be difficult to do otherwise in this dwelling of piety and peace.  Is there imposed upon you some term of penance?  I scarce think you have it in mind to turn monk?’

The last words, though not irreverently uttered, marked a change in Totila’s demeanour.  He seemed to lay aside an unwonted gravity, to become the ruler of men, the warrior, the conqueror.  His forehead lost its long wrinkle, as, with eyebrows bent and lips compressed into a rallying half smile, he seemed to challenge all the manhood in him he addressed.

‘For that,’ Basil replied frankly, ‘I lack the calling.’

’Well said.  And how tends your inclination as regards the things of this world?  Has it changed in aught since you came hither?’

‘In nothing, O king,’ was the firm response ’I honour the Goth, even as I love my country.’

’Spoken like a man.  But I hear that you have passed through a long sickness, and your cheek yet lacks something of its native hue.  It might be well if you took your ease yet a little with these good bedesmen.’

‘It is true that I have not yet all my strength,’ answered Basil.  ‘Moreover,’ he added, lowering his voice, ’I would fain lighten my soul of the sin that burdens it.  It may be that, ere long, the holy father will grant me absolution.’

Totila nodded with a grave smile.

’Be it so.  When you are sound in flesh and spirit, follow me northward.  I shall then have more to say to you.’

The look accompanying these words lent them a significance which put confusion into Basil’s mind.  He saw the courteous gesture wherewith the king dismissed him; he bowed and withdrew; but when he had left the room he stood as one bewildered, aware of nothing, his eyes turned vacantly upon some one who addressed him.  Presently he found himself walking apart with Venantius, who spoke to him of public affairs, apprised him of the course of the war during these past weeks, and uttered the hope that before the end of the year the liberators would enter Rome.  It was true that the Emperor had at length charged Belisarius with the task of reconquering Italy, but months must pass before an army could be assembled and transported; by the latest news the great commander was in Illyria, striving to make a force out of fresh-recruited barbarians, and lamenting the avarice of Justinian which grudged him needful supplies.  And as he listened to all this, Basil felt a new ardour glow within him.  He had ever worshipped the man of heroic virtues; once upon a time it was Belisarius who fired his zeal; now his eyes dazzled with the glory of Totila; he burned to devote a loyal service to this brave and noble king.