"
"Thou meanest--"
"That these Christians must be disposed of, or they will rebel. The
lions are even now growling in the underground cages."
Lidia sped on, though her feet grew very weary before she reached the
cave where Lucius dwelt. He was standing in front of it, blowing into
a flame some charcoal in a small iron brazier. She approached him
unseen. He looked up, startled when he heard her calling him.
"Ah, Lidia, is it thou? Hast come to have supper with thy father? Thou
art welcome. There is a tender kid roasted and I have gathered some
fresh greens in the field. I will make thee a salad."
"Please do, dear father. I am very weary and have tasted no food since
morning."
Sitting down on the grass, they gave thanks and ate. The shepherd gave
her a large plantain leaf for a plate. Their food was such as Jacob
ate in days of old, long before Rome was built.
"Thou art very weary, my child."
"And heart-sick. Thou hast not been in the city for two days."
"No. The rains have been so heavy that the sprinkling from my
sheepskin bag was not needed.
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