The Emperor — Volume 02 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 80 pages of information about The Emperor — Volume 02.

The Emperor — Volume 02 eBook

Georg Ebers
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 80 pages of information about The Emperor — Volume 02.

“And your ungrateful sister bit a great piece out of it and left me only a tiny morsel.  Is Arsinoe as pretty as she promised to become?  It is two years since I last saw her; at our place we never have time to leave work till it is dark.  For eight months I had to work for the master at Ptolemais, and often saw the old folks but once in the month.”

“We go out very little, too, and we are not allowed to go into your parents’ house.  My sister—­”

“Is she pretty?”

“Yes, I think she is.  Whenever she can get hold of a piece of ribbon she plaits it in her hair, and the men in the street turn round to look at her.  She is sixteen now.”

“Sixteen!  What, little Arsinoe!  Why, how long then is it since your mother died?”

“Four years and eight months.”

“You remember the date very exactly; such a mother is not easily forgotten, indeed.  She was a good woman and a kinder I never met.  I know, too, that she tried to mollify your father’s feeling, but she could not succeed, and then she need must die!”

“Yes,” said Selene gloomily.  “How could the gods decree it!  They are often more cruel than the hardest hearted man.”

“Your poor little brothers and sisters!”

The girl bowed her head sadly and Pollux stood for some time with his eyes fixed on the ground.  Then he raised his head and exclaimed: 

“I have something for you that will please you.”

“Nothing ever pleases me now she is dead.”

“Yes, yes indeed,” replied the young sculptor eagerly.  “I could not forget the good soul, and once in my idle moments I modelled her bust from memory.  To-morrow I will bring it to you.”

“Oh!” cried Selene, and her large heavy eyes brightened with a sunny gleam.

“Now, is not it true, you are pleased?”

“Yes indeed, very much.  But when my father learns that it is you who have given me the portrait—­”

“Is he capable of destroying it?”

“If he does not destroy it, he will not suffer it in the house as soon as he knows that you made it.”  Pollux took the handkerchief from the steward’s head, moistened it afresh, and exclaimed as he rearranged it on the forehead of the sleeping man: 

“I have an idea.  All that matters is that my bust should serve to remind you often of your mother; the bust need not stand in your rooms.  The busts of the women of the house of Ptolemy stand on the rotunda, which you can see from your balcony, and which you can pass whenever you please; some of them are badly mutilated and must be got rid of.  I will undertake to restore the Berenice and put your mother’s head on her shoulders.  Then you have only to go out and look at her.  Will that do?”

“Yes, Pollux; you are a good man.”

“So I told you just now.  I am beginning to improve.  But time—­time! if I am to undertake to repair Berenice I must begin by saving the minutes.”

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