One day, a silver salt-cellar, reserved for the table of the gods, disappeared from the inn.Ahmes was accused of having stolen it--out of hate to his master and to the gods of the empire.There was no proof of the accusation, and the slave vehemently denied the charge.
Nevertheless, he was dragged before the tribunal, and as he had the reputation of being a bad servant, the judge condemned him to death.
"As you did not know how to make a good use of your hands," he said, "they will be nailed to the cross."Ahmes heard the verdict quietly, bowed to the judge most respectfully, and was taken to the public prison.During the three days that remained to him, he did not cease to preach the gospel to the prisoners, and it was related afterwards that the criminals, and the gaoler himself, touched by his words, believed in Jesus crucified.
He was taken to the very place which one night, less than two years before, he had crossed so joyfully, carrying in his cloak little Thais, the daughter of his soul, his darling flower.When his hands were nailed to the cross, he uttered no complaint, but many times he sighed and murmured, "I thirst."His agony lasted three days and three nights.It seemed hardly possible that human flesh could have endured such prolonged torture.
Many times it was thought he was dead; the flies clustered on his eyelids, but suddenly he would reopen his bloodshot eyes.On the morning of the fourth day, he sang, in a voice clearer and purer than that of a child--"Tell us, Mary, what thou hast seen where thou hast been?"Then he smiled and said--
"They come, the angels of the good Lord.They bring me wine and fruit.
How refreshing is the fanning of their wings!"And he expired.
His features preserved in death an expression of ecstatic happiness.
Even the soldiers who guarded the cross were struck with wonder.
Vivantius, accompanied by some of the Christian brethren, claimed the body, and buried it with the remains of the other martyrs in the crypt of St.John the Baptist, and the Church venerated the memory of Saint Theodore the Nubian.
Three years later, Constantine, the conquerer of Maxentius, issued an edict which granted toleration to the Christians, and the believers were not henceforth persecuted, except by heretics.
Thais had completed her eleventh year when her friend was tortured to death, and she felt deeply saddened and shocked.Her soul was not sufficiently pure to allow her to understand that the slave Ahmes was blessed both in his life and his death.The idea sprang up in her little mind that no one can be good in this world except at the cost of the most terrible sufferings.And she was afraid to be good, for her delicate flesh could not bear pain.
At an early age, she had given herself to the lads about the port, and she followed the old men who wandered about the quarter in the evening, and with what she received from them she bought cakes and trinkets.
As she did not take home any of the money she gained, her mother continually ill-treated her.To get out of reach of her mother's arm, she often ran, bare-footed, to the city walls, and hid with the lizards.There she thought with envy of the ladies she had seen pass her, richly dressed, and in a litter surrounded by slaves.
One day, when she had been beaten more brutally than usual, she was crouching down beside the gate, motionless and sulky, when an old woman stopped in front of her, looked at her for some moments in silence, and then cried--"Oh, the pretty flower! the beautiful child! Happy is the father who begot thee, and the mother who brought thee into the world!"Thais remained silent, with her eyes fixed on the ground.Her eyelids were red, and it was evident she had been weeping.
"My white violet," continued the old woman, "is not your mother happy to have nourished a little goddess like you, and does not your father, when he sees you, rejoice from the bottom of his heart?"To which the child replied, as though talking to herself--"My father is a wine-skin swollen with wine, and my mother a greedy horse-leech."The old woman glanced to right and left, to see if she were observed.
Then, in a fawning voice--
"Sweet flowering hyacinth, beautiful drinker of light, come with me, and you shall have nothing to do but dance and smile.I will feed you on honey cakes, and my son--my own son--will love you as his eyes.My son is handsome and young; he has but little beard on his chin; his skin is soft, and he is, as they say, a little Acharnian pig."Thais replied--
"I am quite willing to go with you."
And she rose and followed the old woman out of the city.
The old woman, who was named Moeroe, went from city to city with a troupe of girls and boys, whom she taught to dance, and then hired out to rich people to appear at feasts.
