“What shall I do?  Woe is me, what shall I do?”

“Do?” said the voice of Nehushta, speaking clear as a clarion from the shadows.  “Do your duty, girl, and leave the rest to Heaven.”

“Silence, accursed woman!” gasped Marcus, turning pale with anger.

“Nay,” she answered, “I will not be silent.  Listen, Roman; I like you well, as you have reason to know, seeing that it was I who nursed you back to life, when for one hour’s want of care you must have died.  I like you well, and above everything on earth I wish that ere my eyes shut for the last time they may see your hand in her hand, and her hand in your hand, man and wife before the face of all men.  Yet I tell you that now indeed you are a coward in a deeper fashion than that the Romans dream of; you are a coward who try to work upon the weakness of this poor girl’s loving heart, who try in the hour of her sore distress to draw her from the spirit, if not from the letter, of her duty.  So great a coward are you that you remind her even that she is your slave and threaten to deal with her as you heathen deal with slaves.  You put a gloss upon the truth; you try to filch the fruit you may not pluck; you say ’you may not marry me, but you are my property, and therefore if you give way to your master it is no sin.’  I tell you it is a sin, doubly a sin, since you would bind the weight of it on her back as well as on your own, and a sin that in this way or in that would bring its reward to both of you.”

“Have you finished?” asked Marcus coldly, but suffering Miriam to slip from his arms back upon the couch.

“No, I have not finished; I spoke of the fruits of evil; now as my heart prompts me I speak of the promise of good.  Let this woman go free as you have the power to do; strike the chains off her neck and take back the price that you have paid for her, since she has property which will discharge it to the last farthing, which property to-day stands in her name and can be conveyed to you.  Then, go search the Scriptures and see if you can find no message in them.  If you find it, well and good, then take her with a clean heart and be happy.  If you find it not, well and good, then leave her with a clean heart and be sorrowful, for so it is decreed.  Only in this matter do not dare to be double-minded, lest the last evil overtake you and her, and your children and hers.  Now I have done, and, my lord Marcus, be so good as to signify your pleasure to your slave, Pearl-Maiden, and your servant, Nehushta the Libyan.”

Marcus began to walk up and down the room, out of the light into the shadow, out of the shadow into the light.  Presently he halted, and the two women watching saw that his face was drawn and ashen, like the face of an old man.