The Tour

l it at a marble statue, which fell down in dust and fragments. He showed Thrasyllus the door; and Uncle Catullus kept out of the way. Lucius had ended by ban

red in their company. Thrasyllus consoled himself by visiting the libraries of the Museum and the Serapeum. Lucius refused to hear any music.

his whole life and everybody. In his impotent pain he groaned, sobbed and raved. Master Ghi

e Catullus had taken alone with Thrasyllus. And in the burning sunny

There, listening for his master's gong, sat Tarrar, huddled, like a little monkey, in a gaudy coat. He wor

!" crie

e slave s

d!" he

oached with comical

s, "why are you weep

st not weep in your august presence. I humbly beg your pardon, my lor

ck you? Because you are in pain? Because

ke me. And also not because I am in pain: there is only a little burning pain now, for Caleb bandaged my head this morning with cool ointment. The

weeping, Tarrar, and

lord," Tarrar be

o longer, comical, respectful little

hand on the bo

you weepi

in behind! Because, whatever pains I took to pipe the magic tune on the flute-in the garden behind the house, so as not to make a noise or disturb you-the snakes woul

his master the snake and the ebony casket, from which a

mself miserable, like Tarrar, because he too

ith me,

e slave by the hand a

rar standing in front

r hurting you so badly

ar shook

y lord," he said, earnestly, with g

onger be a little slave. But you shall go to school, to the freedmen's college. And learn all sorts of things. An

a little

re not driving me away, my lord, because I was so unhappy? I would rather stay with you, my lord, I would rather remain you

. But you will be allowed

freedom to me? I am your little slave. I shou

e, Tarrar, something that

h his white teeth

ell you,

es

ated. Then h

tle dancing sn

laughed

snakes! But I fear that those also will refuse to da

nt, I expect, out of the skin which it left behind it. I also fear that the new snakes would refuse t

o shave me ... and tell the

" said Tarrar,