Felicitas: A Tale of the German Migrations: A.D. 476
CHAPTER XII.
Zeno hastily pursuing his way, had reached the corner of the narrowstreet.
Loud cries sounded behind him; he looked round; the flames brokecrackling through the roof of a house close by; it was that of theJudge, his son-in-law. Full of fresh anxiety he hurried forwards.
After a few steps he came to the door of the priest's small house,which stood open.
He sprang across the threshold, flew along the narrow,imperfectly-lighted passage. No Ostiarius, no sub-deacon showedhimself. He hurried into the priest's room, the same into which we havealready been.
It was empty.
The door which led into the adjoining church was ajar.
The fugitive entered and hastened across the dimly-lighted space to thealtar, which, dividing apse and nave, furnished the most sacred asylumin the church. Here on the steps lay Johannes, stretched outmotionless, with both arms clasping the relic-shrine on the altar.
In his anguish new horror seized the hard Byzantian.
Was he murdered?--He, who might perhaps have been able to protect him?
"Woe is me!" groaned he.
His horror increased when he, who lay as dead, slowly raised himselfand silently turned his pale, venerable face.
"Ha! do the dead rise again?" cried Zeno, shrinking back.
"Why dost thou think me dead?" asked Johannes, regarding his disturbedcountenance with a soul-piercing look.
"Not I--not I--but the Tribune wished"----
"I imagined so! What seekest thou here?"
"Safety! safety!" stammered the usurer; he again thought only of thedanger that was following his steps. "My slaves! All the slaves haverevolted. The Judge's house is in flames."
Then a bright light as of fire shone through the open windows of thechurch, and arms clashed in the distance.
"Hearest thou? They are seeking me! They come! Save me! Cover me withthy body. Here, all this gold"--he threw the heavy bag on the altar, itburst and single gold pieces ran clinking over the steps on to themarble pavement. "Alas! it escapes from me faithlessly! All thisgold--or the half--no--all, the whole will I give thee--no, not to_thee_. I know thou wilt devote it to St. Peter, to thy church, to thepoor--only save me!"
And he threw himself at the priest's feet, carefully concealing thelittle purse of jewels in his bosom.
Johannes raised him.
"I _will_ save thee!--for Christ's sake, not for the sake of the gold."
"Thou wilt stay with me," cried Zeno with rising hope.
"That I cannot do. My place at this hour is on the battle-field, toattend on the wounded. My brethren I have already sent out. I was onlyderiving strength from a last prayer."
"No, no, I will not let thee go!" cried Zeno, clinging to him.
But, with unlooked-for strength, Johannes freed himself.
"I must, I tell thee. The Lord calls me. Perhaps I may even check theslaughter. But thou--thy cruelty has so enraged the unhappy creatures,that some of them would not be restrained by the altar--by myintercession"----
"Yes, yes!" agreed Zeno.
He thought of Keix, the mad bull.
"Thou shalt be hidden where no one but God the Lord can find thee. Seehere!"
With these words he stooped down and raised a slab of the marbleflooring near the altar; a short ladder was visible, which led into adark, tolerably spacious vault.
"Go down there. No one but myself knows of this old cave. Wait till Ifetch thee out; I will come as soon as the danger is over."
"But if--and if"----
"Thou meanest if I lose my life? See, thus can the roof-stone be liftedfrom below. Hasten!"
"It horrifies me--to be buried alive! Are the bones of thedead--skeletons----Pardon; are there relics in the vault?"
"Fear thou henceforth the living God, not dead men. Here, take theoil-lamp; and now away! Hearest thou? The tumult presses nearer."
Then Zeno sprang down, lamp in hand. Johannes seized the money-bag, andthrew it in after him; the miser noticed with agony that the priest hadfirst taken out a handful of solidi. He replaced the stone, and thenstrewed the gold pieces from the principal door, of the church (whichhe bolted on the inside) up to the altar, and from there as far as, andover, the threshold of the door which led from the church into his ownhouse. He then hastened through this door, and out of his house intothe open air.
After a few minutes, Zeno heard, with a despairing heart, furiousaxe-blows thundering on the great door of the church.
It burst open and a great crowd of men--to judge from the voices andfootsteps--crushed in. Zeno held his breath in an agony of fear; hepressed his ear to the slab, in order to hear better. He perceivedfirst the voice of a woman.
"Do not kill him in the church!--in the sanctuary of the saints! Hescourged me almost to death, and killed my child. But do not kill himin the church. Honour the house of the eternal God!"
"Rather in the house of God than in the house of the good Johannes!"said another voice.
"It is sanctuary only on the altar, not in the whole church!" cried athird. But then Zeno heard the terrible Keix scream out:
"At the feet of the Father in heaven would I strangle him! He has atthe last murdered my old father, who had entreated me to spare themonster. When I would not yield, he stole from my side. I found himagain when we had broken open the villain's door, and his dagger was inmy father's neck. I could murder him seven times."
"Once is enough," said Kottys, "if we murder him as slowly as we havekilled my master. Mucius the Judge we have burnt alive in the flames ofhis own house."
"Halt! Look here, brother Kottys; this is the track of the fugitive.The wounded hyena sweats blood; the fleeing miser sweats gold. Seehere! at the portal it begins: then he is inside--has drawn the boltbehind him--here, past the altar has he run; and there--through thatdoor into the priest's house! There he must be hidden. After him!"
"After him! Down with him!" roared the whole mob, and ran with ramblingsteps across the slab over Zeno's head, away into the adjoining house.
The miser, senseless with fright, had crept back into the farthestcorner; long cowered he there; cold sweat ran from his brow.
But all remained quiet, the last sound died away; the pursuers had,after searching the priest's house, poured out into the street.
He said to himself: "The Tribune will soon observe the conflagration,and the uproar in the town. He has already repeatedly subdued suchriots. With his lancers he will in a few hours re-establish order."Thus presence of mind and a certain courage slowly returned to him.
By the light of the oil-lamp, he now looked around him in thecellar-like vault.
He stumbled against a chest. A strange curiosity, mixed with dread,impelled him irresistibly to open it; perhaps here the sly old fellowhid the treasures of his church! He lifted up the lid; the chestcontained nothing but papyrus rolls and parchments; spread over themwas a white, priestly garment with a hood, exactly like that whichJohannes had worn.
An idea struck the fugitive. He hastily drew the wide robe over his owngarments.
"I shall not stay long in this place, and I am now safelydisguised--better than in armour."
After a time, as all remained still, he became uncomfortable in thedamp air of the vault; he carefully half-raised the slab, mounted theladder and looked into the empty church.
His eye fell on the glittering gold pieces, which shone in the light ofthe altar-lamp.
A few had been picked up by his pursuers, but they thirsted more forblood than gold. Already the miser repented having promised the priestso much.
"He, moreover, rejected the gold; so I am no longer bound to give it.And these scattered pieces--they shall not fall to the scoundrels."
He now lifted the slab quite up, and listened again anxiously. All wassilent.
Then he deliberately placed money-bag and purse of jewels in the chest,closed the lid, climbed quickly out and picked up the solidi--at firstthose that lay nearest, then those by the
altar; he then saw to theright of the altar a whole heap lying together, as they had fallen outof the burst bag.
He went now from the left of the altar towards the right, stoopeddown--oh, horror! he heard steps approaching from the priest's house!Only one man, certainly, but that was not Johannes--there was the clangof metal!
He quickly attempted to regain his hiding-place, but before he couldpass the altar, a black shadow fell across his path. Zeno could not,unnoticed, spring into the vault.
His knees failed him; so, drawing the hood quickly over his head, hethrew himself into the position in which he had found Johannes, withhis arms encircling the relic shrine on the altar. At the same momentcold steel penetrated his neck. He was dead before he had heard thewords, "Die, priest!"