The Roman Traitor (Vol. 1 of 2) - The UK Mirror Service
The Roman Traitor (Vol. 1 of 2) - The UK Mirror Service
The Roman Traitor (Vol. 1 of 2) - The UK Mirror Service
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THE MEASURES 25<br />
sculptured shrine <strong>of</strong> Parian marble. Before the image there stood<br />
a votive lamp, fed by the richest oils, a mighty bowl <strong>of</strong> silver half<br />
filled with the red Massic wine, and many pateræ, or sacrificial<br />
vessels <strong>of</strong> a yet richer metal.<br />
"Hear, bird <strong>of</strong> Mars, and <strong>of</strong> Quirinus"—cried Cataline, without<br />
a pause, stretching his hands toward the glittering effigy—"Hear<br />
thou, and be propitious! Thou, who didst all-triumphant guide<br />
a yet greater than Quirinus to deeds <strong>of</strong> might and glory; thou,<br />
who wert worshipped by the charging shout <strong>of</strong> Marius, and<br />
consecrated by the gore <strong>of</strong> Cimbric myriads; thou, who wert<br />
erst enshrined on the Capitoline, what time the proud patricians<br />
veiled their haughty crests before the conquering plebeian; thou,<br />
who shalt sit again sublime upon those ramparts, meet aery for<br />
thine unvanquished pinion; shalt drink again libations, boundless [31]<br />
libations <strong>of</strong> rich <strong>Roman</strong> life-blood, hot from patrician hearts,<br />
smoking from every kennel! Hear and receive our oaths—listen<br />
and be propitious!"<br />
He spoke, and seizing from the pedestal a sacrificial knife,<br />
which lay beside the bowl, opened a small vein in his arm, and<br />
suffered the warm stream to gush into the wine. While the red<br />
current was yet flowing, he gave the weapon to Cethegus, and he<br />
did likewise, passing it in his turn to the conspirator who stood<br />
beside him, and he in like manner to the next, till each one in his<br />
turn had shed his blood into the bowl, which now mantled to the<br />
brim with a foul and sacrilegious mixture, the richest vintage <strong>of</strong><br />
the Massic hills, curdled with human gore.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n filling out a golden goblet for himself, "Hear, God <strong>of</strong><br />
war," cried Cataline, "unto whose minister and omen we <strong>of</strong>fer<br />
daily worship; hear, mighty Mars, the homicide and the avenger;<br />
and thou, most ancient goddess, hear, Nemesis! and Hecate, and<br />
Hades! and all ye powers <strong>of</strong> darkness, Furies and Fates, hear<br />
ye! For unto ye we swear, never to quench the torch; never<br />
to sheath the brand; till all our foes be prostrate, till not one<br />
drop shall run in living veins <strong>of</strong> Rome's patricians; till not one