“All!” repeated Zminis, with a hideous grin.  “The young ones are all there, safe in the stadium.  The men in the Museum fear nothing.  Those who are in the streets can be cut down.  Locked doors can be broken in.”

At this, Caesar, who had dropped on to his throne, started to his feet, flung the wine-cup he held across the room, laughed loudly, and exclaimed: 

“You are the man for me!  To work at once!  This will be a day!—­Macrinus, Theocritus, Antigonus, we need your troops.  Send up the legates.  Those who do not like the taste of blood, may sweeten it with plunder.”

He looked young again, as if relieved from some burden on his mind, and the thought flashed through his brain whether revenge were not sweeter than love.

No one spoke.  Even Theocritus, on whose lips a word of flattery or applause was always ready, looked down in his dismay; but Caracalla, in his frenzy of excitement, heeded nothing.

The hideous suggestion of Zminis seemed to him worthy of his greatness by its mere enormity.  It must be carried out.  Ever since he had first donned the purple he had made it his aim to be feared.  If this tremendous deed were done, he need never frown again at those whom he wished to terrify.

And then, what a revenge!  If Melissa should hear of it, what an effect it must have on her!

To work, then!

And he added in a gentler tone, as if he had a delightful surprise in store for some old friend: 

“But silence, perfect silence—­do you hear?—­till all is ready.—­You, Zminis, may begin on the pipers in the stadium and the chatterers in the Museum.  The prize for soldiers and lictors alike lies in the merchants’ chests.”

Still no one spoke; and now he observed it.  His scheme was too grand for these feeble spirits.  He must teach them to silence their conscience and the voice of Roman rectitude; he must take on himself the whole responsibility of this deed, at which the timid quaked.  So he drew himself up to his full height, and, affecting not to see the hesitancy of his companions, he said, in a tone of cheerful confidence: 

“Let each man do his part.  All I ask of you is to carry out the sentence I pronounce as a judge.  You know the crime of the citizens of this town, and, by virtue of the power I exercise over life and death, be it known to all that I, Caesar, condemn—­mark the word, condemn—­every free male of Alexandria, of whatever age or rank, to die by the sword of a Roman warrior!  This is a conquered city, which has forfeited every claim to quarter.  The blood and the treasure of the inhabitants are the prize of my soldiery.  Only”—­and he turned to Timotheus—­“this house of your god, which has given me shelter, with the priests and the treasure of great Serapis, are spared.  Now it lies with each of you to show whether or no he is faithful to me.  All of you”—­and he addressed his friends—­“all who do me service in avenging me for the audacious insults which have been offered to your sovereign, are assured of my imperial gratitude.”