Ben Hur Lew Wallace (black male authors .TXT) 📖

“He is a Roman,” said Malluch, without hesitation; “and I am of the tribe of Judah. I will help you. If you choose, put me under oath⁠—under the most solemn oath.”

“Give me your hand, that will suffice.”

As their hands fell apart, Ben-Hur said, with lightened feeling, “That I would charge you with is not difficult, good friend; neither is it dreadful to conscience. Let us move on.”

They took the road which led to the right across the meadow spoken of in the description of the coming to the fountain. Ben-Hur was first to break the silence.

“Do you know Sheik Ilderim the Generous?”

“Yes.”

“Where is his Orchard of Palms? or, rather, Malluch, how far is it beyond the village of Daphne?”

Malluch was touched by a doubt; he recalled the prettiness of the favor shown him by the woman at the fountain, and wondered if he who had the sorrows of a mother in mind was about to forget them for a lure of love; yet he replied, “The Orchard of Palms lies beyond the village two hours by horse, and one by swift camel.”

“Thank you; and to your knowledge once more. Have the games of which you told me been widely published? and when will they take place?”

The questions were suggestive; and if they did not restore Malluch his confidence, they at least stimulated his curiosity.

“Oh yes, they will be of ample splendor. The prefect is rich, and could afford to lose his place; yet, as is the way with successful men, his love of riches is nowise diminished; and to gain a friend at court, if nothing more, he must make ado for the Consul Maxentius, who is coming hither to make final preparations for a campaign against the Parthians. The money there is in the preparations the citizens of Antioch know from experience; so they have had permission to join the prefect in the honors intended for the great man. A month ago heralds went to the four quarters to proclaim the opening of the Circus for the celebration. The name of the prefect would be of itself good guarantee of variety and magnificence, particularly throughout the East; but when to his promises Antioch joins hers, all the islands and the cities by the sea stand assured of the extraordinary, and will be here in person or by their most famous professionals. The fees offered are royal.”

“And the Circus⁠—I have heard it is second only to the Maximus.”

“At Rome, you mean. Well, ours seats two hundred thousand people, yours seats seventy-five thousand more; yours is of marble, so is ours; in arrangement they are exactly the same.”

“Are the rules the same?”

Malluch smiled.

“If Antioch dared be original, son of Arrius, Rome would not be the mistress she is. The laws of the Circus Maximus govern except in one particular: there but four chariots may start at once, here all start without reference to number.”

“That is the practise of the Greeks,” said Ben-Hur.

“Yes, Antioch is more Greek than Roman.”

“So then, Malluch, I may choose my own chariot?”

“Your own chariot and horses. There is no restriction upon either.”

While replying, Malluch observed the thoughtful look on Ben-Hur’s face give place to one of satisfaction.

“One thing more now, O Malluch. When will the celebration be?”

“Ah! your pardon,” the other answered. “Tomorrow⁠—and the next day,” he said, counting aloud, “then, to speak in the Roman style, if the sea-gods be propitious, the consul arrives. Yes, the sixth day from this we have the games.”

“The time is short, Malluch, but it is enough.” The last words were spoken decisively. “By the prophets of our old Israel! I will take to the reins again. Stay! a condition; is there assurance that Messala will be a competitor?”

Malluch saw now the plan, and all its opportunities for the humiliation of the Roman; and he had not been true descendant of Jacob if, with all his interest wakened, he had not rushed to a consideration of the chances. His voice actually trembled as he said, “Have you the practise?”

“Fear not, my friend. The winners in the Circus Maximus have held their crowns these three years at my will. Ask them⁠—ask the best of them⁠—and they will tell you so. In the last great games the emperor himself offered me his patronage if I would take his horses in hand and run them against the entries of the world.”

“But you did not?”

Malluch spoke eagerly.

“I⁠—I am a Jew”⁠—Ben-Hur seemed shrinking within himself as he spoke⁠—“and, though I wear a Roman name, I dared not do professionally a thing to sully my father’s name in the cloisters and courts of the Temple. In the palaestrae I could indulge practise which, if followed into the Circus, would become an abomination; and if I take to the course here, Malluch, I swear it will not be for the prize or the winner’s fee.”

“Hold⁠—swear not so!” cried Malluch. “The fee is ten thousand sestertii⁠—a fortune for life!”

“Not for me, though the prefect trebled it fifty times. Better than that, better than all the imperial revenues from the first year of the first Caesar⁠—I will make this race to humble my enemy. Vengeance is permitted by the law.”

Malluch smiled and nodded as if saying, “Right, right⁠—trust me a Jew to understand a Jew.”

“The Messala will drive,” he said, directly. “He is committed to the race in many ways⁠—by publication in the streets, and in the baths and theaters, the palace and barracks; and, to fix him past retreat, his name is on the tablets of every young spendthrift in Antioch.”

“In wager, Malluch?”

“Yes, in wager; and every day he comes ostentatiously to practise, as you saw him.”

“Ah! and that is the chariot, and those the horses, with which he will make the race? Thank you, thank you, Malluch! You have served me well already. I am satisfied. Now be my guide to the Orchard of Palms, and give me introduction to Sheik Ilderim the Generous.”

“When?”

“Today. His horses may be engaged tomorrow.”

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