They had told the truth, happy
in that they could do so without fear and without shame.
'And how did the king bear himself to you?' asked Basil eagerly.
'With that nobleness which became him,' was the fervid answer. 'It
is said among the Goths that only a lie or an act of cowardice can
move Totila to wrath against one who is in his power; and after
speaking face to face with him, I well believe it. He questioned me
in few words, but not as a tyrant; and when I had replied as best I
could, he dismissed me with a smile.'
Basil's head drooped.
'Yes, Totila is noble,' fell softly from him. 'Let be what will be.
He is worthier than I.'
A knock sounded again at the door of the cell, and there entered
Marcus. His keen and kindly face betrayed perturbation of spirit,
and after looking from Basil to the new comer and then at Basil
again, he said in a nervous voice:
'The lord abbot bids you repair at once, my brother, to the prior's
room.'
'I go,' was the prompt reply.
As they left the room, Marcus caught Basil's arm and whispered:
'It is the King of the Goths who awaits you.
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