dinner many tempting dishes were passed among them. There were
oysters, mussels, spondyli, fieldfares with asparagus, roe-ribs,
sea-nettles, and purple shellfish. When they came to their couches,
the dinner-table was covered with rare and costly things. On platters
of silver and gold one might have seen tunny fishes from Chalcedon,
murcenas from the Straits of Gades, peacocks from Samos, grouse from
Phrygia, cranes from Melos. Slaves were kept busy bringing boar's head
and sow's udder and roasted fowls, and fish pasties, and boiled teals.
Other slaves kept the goblets full of old wine. Soon the banquet had
become a revel of song and laughter. Suddenly Antipater raised a calix
high above his head.

"My noble friends," he shouted, "I bid you drink with me to Arria,
sister of Appius, and fairest daughter of Rome--"

Vergilius had quickly risen to his feet. "Son of Herod," said he, with
dignity, "I am in your palace and have tasted of your meat, and am
therefore sacred. You make your wine bitter when you mingle it with
the name of one so pure. Good women were better forgotten at a
midnight revel."

A moment of silence followed.

"My intention was pure as she," Antipater answered, craftily. "Be not
so jealous, my noble friend. I esteem her as the best and loveliest of
women."

"Nay, not the loveliest," said the young Manius, an assessor in Judea.
"I sing the praise of Salome, sister of our noble prince. Of all the
forms in flesh and marble none compare with this beautiful daughter of